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Robert Ludlum ?? THE BOURNE ULTIMATUM
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Epilogue
They walked along the moonlit beach, alternately touching and not touching, the embarrassment of
intimacy intermittently intruding as if a world that had separated them had not let them escape its
terrible orbit, constantly pulling them into its fiery nucleus
“You carried a gun,” said Marie softly“I had no idea you had oneI’m not sure I knew I had one, either
“Reflex? Compulsion?”
“Both, I guessIt didn’t matter, I didn’t use it
“But you wanted to, didn’t you?”
“Again, I’m not sureIf you and the children were threatened, of course I would, but I don’t
think I’d fire indiscriminately
“Are you sure, David? Would the appearance of danger to us make you pick up a gun and shoot
at shadows?”
“No, I don’t shoot at shadowsIn the sand! Waves lapping over the unmistakable intrusion of a human being, breaks
in the flow of the natural rhythm—sounds Jason Bourne knew from a hundred beaches! He spun
around, violently propelling Marie off her feet, sending her out of the line of fire as he crouched,
his weapon in his hand
“Please don’t kill me, David,” said Morris Panov, the beam of his flashlight illuminating the
area“It simply wouldn’t make sense
“Jesus, Mo!” cried Webb
“Trying to find you, that’s allWould you please help Marie?”
Webb did so, pulling his wife to her feet, both half blinded by the flashlight“My God, you’re
the mole!” cried Jason Bourne, raising his weapon“You knew every move I was making!”
“I’m what?” roared the psychiatrist, throwing down his flashlight“If you believe that, gun me
down, you son of a bitch!”
“I don’t know, MoI don’t know anything anymore !” David’s head arched back in pain
“Then cry your heart out, you bastard! Cry like you’ve never cried before! Jason Bourne is
dead, cremated in Moscow, and that’s the way it is! You either accept that or I don’t want a
goddamned thing to do with you anymore! Have you got that, you arrogant, brilliant creation! You
did it, and it’s over!”
Webb fell to his knees, the tears welling in his eyes, trembling and trying not to make a sound
“We’re going to be okay, Mo,” said Marie, kneeling beside her husband, holding him
“I know that,” acknowledged Panov, nodding in the glow of the grounded flashlight“Two lives
in one mind, none of us can know what it’s li