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to stop the cart and force the driver outside but without alarming the man, without giving him any
reason whatsoever to use his radio and call for helpThe dog? Lying in the road? No, the driver
might assume it had been shot from the other side of the fence and alert the houseWhat could he
do? He looked around in the near-total darkness feeling the panic of indecision, his anxiety growing
as his eyes swept the areaThen, again, the obvious struck him
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circular drive—neatness was the order of the general’s turfJason could almost hear Swayne
commanding his groundskeepers to “police the area!”
Bourne glanced over at the cart by the Doberman; the driver was playfully pushing the dog
away, about to close the shielded panelOnly seconds now! What? How?
He saw the outlines of a tree limb on the ground; a rotted branch had fallen from the pine above
himHe crossed quickly to it and crouched, yanking it out of the dirt and debris and dragged it
toward the paved asphaltTo lay it across the drive might appear too obvious a
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on the road—an intrusion on the pervasive neatness—would be offensive to the eye, the task of
removing it better done now than later in the event the general drove out and saw it upon his return
The men in Swayne’s compound were either soldiers or ex-soldiers still under military authority;
they would try to avoid reprimands, especially over the inconsequentialThe odds were on Jason’s
sideHe gripped the base of the limb, swung it around and pushed it roughly five feet into the drive
He heard the panel of the cart slam shut; the vehicle rolled forward, gathering speed as Bourne
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The driver steered the vehicle around the dirt curve into the driveAs rapidly as he had
accelerated, he slowed down, his single headlight beam picking up the new obstruction protruding
on the roadHe approached it cautiously, at minimum speed, as if he were unsure of what it was;
then he realized what it was and rushed forwardWithout hesitation, he opened his side door, the
tall Plexiglas shield swinging forward as he stepped out on the drive and walked around the front of
the cart
“Big Rex, you’re one bad dog, buddy,” said the driver in a half-loud, very
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“What’d you drag out of there, you dumb bastard? The brass-plated asshole would shave your coat
for messing up his eestate! Rex? Rex, you come here, you fuckin’ hound!” The man grabbed the
limb and pulled it off the road under the pine tree into the shadows“Rex, you hear me! You
humpin’ knotholes, you horny stud?”
“Stay completely still and put your arms out in front of you,” said Jason Bourne, walking into
view
“Holy shit! Who are you?”
“Someone who doesn’t give a damn whether you live or die,” replied the intruder calmly
“You got a gun! I can see it!”
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