@@@@@The pilot swung the plane around in a
@@@@@The pilot swung the plane around in a circle, coming to a jarring stop as the automatic
passenger door sprang out and up while metal steps slapped down to the groundJason and Marie
ran toward the jet’s entrance
It happened with the sudden impact of a murderous wind shear, at once unstoppable, enveloping,
the swirling winds of death! GunfireAutomatic weapons—two of them; one nearby, one farther
away—shattering windows, ripping into wood, a piercing screech of pain erupting from the
terminal, announcing a mortal hit
With both hands Bourne gripped Marie by the waist, heaving her up and propelling her into the
plane as he shouted to the pilot“Shut the door and get out of here!”
“Mon Dieu!” cried the man from the open flight deck“Allez-vous-en!” he roared, ordering
Jason away from the spring-hinged door and the metal steps, gunning the jet’s engine as the plane
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lurched forwardJason plunged to the ground and raised his eyesMarie’s face was pressed against
the window; she was screaming hystericallyThe plane thundered down the runway; it was freeHe was caught in the wash of the amber lights, the glowing rows a cyclorama
of yellowish orangeNo matter where he stood or knelt or crouched he was in silhouetteSo he
pulled out the automatic from his belt—the weapon, he reflected, given to him by Bernardine—and
began slithering, snaking his way across the asphalt toward the bordering grass outside the fencedgate
area
The gunfire erupted again, but now they were three scattered single shots from within the
terminal, where the lights had been extinguishedThey had to have come from Conklin’s gun, or
possibly the clerk’s if he had a weapon; Panov did notThen who had been hit? No time! A
shattering fusillade burst out of the nearest automatic rifle; it was steady, prolonged and deadly,
spraying the side of the small building and the gate area
Then the second automatic weapon commenced firing; from the sound it was on the opposite
side of the terminal’s waiting roomMoments later there were two single shots, the last one
accompanied by a scream again on the other side of the building
“I’ve been hit!” The voice was the cry of a man in pain on the other side of the buildingThe
automatic rifle! Jason slowly rose to a low crouch in the grass and peered into the darknessA
fragment of blacker darkness movedHe raised his automatic and fired into the moving mass,
getting to his feet and racing across the gate area, turning and squeezing the trigger until he was
both out of bullets and out of sight on the east side of the building, where the runway ended and the
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