@@@@@The Reco-Metropolitan Company, Sheridan
@@@@@The Reco-Metropolitan
Company, Sheridan Square, New YorkThe lily-whites could handle it from thereHe walked back
to the questionable staircase and lifted the collar of his army-surplus shirt“In case I get run over
by a truck, here’s the inputAre you reading me?”
Robert Ludlum ?? THE BOURNE ULTIMATUM
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“Loud and clear, Emperor Jones
“It’s machine sixteen in what they call section twelve
“Got it! You’ve earned your paycheck
“You might at least say, ‘Outstanding, old chap ”
“Hey, you’re the guy who went to college over there, not me
“Some of us are overachieversHold it! I’ve got company!”
Below on the bottom of the staircase a small compact black man appeared, his dark eyes
bulging, staring up at the agent, a gun in his handThe CIA man spun behind the edge of the wall
as four successive gunshots shattered the corridorLunging across the open space, his revolver
ripped from its holster, the agent fired twice, but once was enoughHis assailant fell to the floor of
the soiled lobby
“I caught a ricochet in my leg!” cried the agent“But he’s down—deep dead or not I can’t tell
Sweep up the vehicle and get us both outStay put!”
It was shortly past eight o’clock the next morning when Alex Conklin limped into Peter
Holland’s officeThe guards at the CIA gates were impressed with his immediate access to the
director
“Anything?” asked the DCI, looking up from the papers on his desk
“Nothing,” answered the retired field officer angrily, heading for the couch against the wall
rather than a chair“Not a goddamned thingJesus, what a fucked-up day and it hasn’t even begun!
Casset and Valentino are down in the cellars sending out queries all over the Paris sewers but so far
nothingChrist, look at the scenario and find me a thread! Swayne, Armbruster, DeSole—our
mute son of a bitch, the moleThen for God’s sake, Teagarten with Bourne’s calling card, when we
know damned well it’s a trap for Jason set by the Jackal