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Within seconds he saw something racing out of the shadows of the circular drive, rushing over
the gravel of the extended roadIt was a small odd-shaped vehicle, half three-wheeled motorbike,
half miniature golf cart, the tires large and deeply treaded, capable of both high speed and balance
It was also, in its way, ominous, for, in addition to a high flexible antenna, thick curved Plexiglas
shields shot up from all sides, bulletproof windows that protected the driver from gunfire while
alerting by radio anyone inside the residences of an assaultGeneral Norman Swayne?s ?farm? took
on an even stranger ambienceThen, abruptly, it was macabre
A second three-wheeled cart swung out from the shadows behind the cabin?and it was a cabin
with split logs on the exterior?and came to a stop only feet from the first vehicle on the graveled
roadBoth drivers? heads swung militarily toward the small house as if they were robots in a public
gallery, and then the words shot out from an unseen speaker
?Secure the gates,? said the amplified voice, a voice in command?Release the dogs and resume
your rounds
As if choreographed, the vehicles swung in unison, each in the opposite direction, louis vuitton vienna bag the drivers
gunning their engines as one, the strange-looking carts racing forward into the shadowsAt the
mention of dogs Bourne had automatically reached into his back pocket and removed the CO2 gun;
he then crawled laterally, rapidly, through the underbrush to within feet of the extended fenceIf
the dogs were in a pack, he would have no choice but to scramble up the links and spring over the
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coiled barbed wire to the other sideHis dual-chambered dart pistol could eliminate two animals,
not more; there would be no time to reloadHe crouched, waiting, ready to leap up on the fence, the
sightlines beneath the lower branches relatively clear
Suddenly a black Doberman raced by on the graveled road, no hesitation in his pace, no scent
picked up, the animal?s only objective apparently to reach a given placeThen another dog
appeared, this a long-haired shepherdIt slowed down, awkwardly yet instinctively, as if
programmed to halt at a specific area; it stopped, an obscure moving silhouette up the road
Standing motionless, Bourne understoodThese were trained male attack dogs, each with its own
territory, which was constantly white paddington chloe inspired bag urinated upon, forever its own turfIt was a behavioral discipline
favored by Oriental peasants and small landowners who knew too well the price of feeding the
animals who guarded their minuscule fiefdoms of survivalTrain a few, as few as possible, to
protect their separated areas from thieves, and if alarms were raised the others would convergeIt was coming back to him! Vague, obscure outlines?imagesA
young, powerful man in uniform, driving a Jeep, stepping out, and?through the mists of Jason?s
inner screen?yelling at what was left of an assault team that had returned from interdicting an
ordnance route paralleling the Ho Chi Minh TrailThat same man, older, larger, had been in his
binoculars only moments ago! And years ago that same man had promised suppliesAmmunition,
mortars, grenades, radiosHe had brought nothing! Only complaints from Command Saigon that
?you fucking illegals fed us crap!? But they hadn?tSaigon had acted too late, reacted too late, and
twenty-six men had been killed or captured for nothing
As if it were an hour ago, a minute ago, Bourne remembered5 out of his
holster and, without warning, jabbed the barrel into the approaching noncom?s forehead
?One chanel women's watches more word and you?re dead, Sergeant The man had been a sergeant! ?You bring us our
requisitions by O-five-hundred tomorrow morning or I?ll get to Saigon and personally blow you
into the wall of whatever whorehouse you?re frequentingDo I make myself clear or do you care to
save me a trip to publicity city? Frankly, in light of our losses, I?d rather waste you now
?You?ll get what you need
?Tr?s bien!? had yelled the oldest French member of Medusa, who years later would save his
life in a wildlife sanctuary in Beijing?Tu es formidable, mon fils!? How right he wasD?Anjou, a man legends were written aboutJason?s thoughts were abruptly shattered
The long-haired attack dog was suddenly circling in the road, its snarls growing louder, its nostrils
picking up the human scentWithin seconds, as the animal found its directional bearings, a frenzy
developedThe dog lunged through the foliage, its teeth bared, the snarls now the throated growls
of a killBourne sprang back into the fence, pulling the CO2 pistol out of its nylon shoulder holster
with his right hand; his left arm crooked, extended, prepared for a vital counterassault that if not
executed properly would cost him the louis vuitton messenger bag nightThe crazed animal leaped, a hurling mass of rage
Jason fired, first one cartridge and then the second, and as the darts were embedded, he whipped his
left arm around the attack dog?s head, yanking the skull counterclockwise, slamming his right knee
up into the animal?s body to ward off the lashing sharp-nailed pawsIt was over in moments?
moments of raging, panicked, finally disintegrating fury?without the howling sounds that might
have carried across the lawn of the general?s estateThe long-haired dog, its narcotized eyes wide,
fell limp in Bourne?s armsHe lowered it to the ground and once again waited, afraid to move until
he knew that no converging inhuman alarms had been sent to the other animals
There were none; there was only the constant murmuring of the forest beyond the prohibiting
fenceJason replaced the CO2 pistol in his holster and crept forward, back to the graveled road,
beads of sweat rolling down his face and into his eyesHe had been away too longYears ago such
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a feat as silencing an attack dog would have rolled off him?un exercise ordinaire, as the legend
d?Anjou would have said?but it was no longer louis vuitton bag for women ordinary |
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