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had reminded him of that fragment of memory； they would light up a jungle now。
He uncoiled the waxed fuse from the small round recess in the flare head； brought it to his teeth and bit through the cord； shortening the fuse to less than an inch。 He reached into his other pocket and took out a plastic lighter； he pressed it against the flare； gripping both in his left hand。 Then he angled the rod and brace of the weapon into his right shoulder； shoving the curved strip of metal into the cloth of his blood…soaked field jacket； it was secure。 He stretched out his legs and； snake…like； started down the final flight of steps； head below； feet above； his back scraping the wall。
He reached the mid…point of the staircase。 Silence； darkness； all the lights had been extinguished。。。 Lights？ Lights？ Where were the rays of sunlight he had seen in that hallway only minutes ago？ It had streamed through a pair of French windows at the far end of the room … that room … beyond the corridor； but he could see only darkness now。 The door had been shut； the door beneath him； the only other door in that hallway； was also closed； marked only by a thin shaft of light。 Carlos was making him choose。 Behind which door？ Or was the assassin using a better strategy？ Was he in the darkness of the narrow hall itself？
Bourne felt a stabbing jolt of pain in his shoulder blade； then an eruption of blood that drenched the flannel shirt beneath his field jacket。 Another warning： there was very little time。
He braced himself against the wall； the weapon levelled at the thin posts of the railing； aimed down into the darkness of the corridor。 Now！ He pulled the trigger。 The staccato explosions tore the posts apart as the railing fell； the bullets shattering the walls and the door beneath him。 He released the trigger； slipping his hand under the scalding barrel； grabbing the plastic lighter with his right hand； the flare in his left。 He spun the flint； the wick took fire and he put it to the short fuse。 He pulled his hand back to the weapon and squeezed the trigger again； blowing away everything below。 A glass chandelier crashed to a floor somewhere； singing whines of ricochets filled the darkness。 And then … light I Blinding light as the flare ignited； firing the jungle； lighting up the trees and the walls； the hidden paths and the mahogany corridors。 The stench of death and the jungle was everywhere； and he was there。
Almanac to Delta； Almanac to Delta！ Abandon； abandon！
Never。 Not now。 Not at the end。 Cain is for Carlos and Delta is for Cain。 Trap Carlos。 Kill Carlos！
Bourne rose to his feet； his back pressed against the wall； the flare in his left hand； the exploding weapon in his right。 He plunged down into the carpeted underbrush； kicking the door in front of him open； shattering silver frames and trophies that flew off tables and shelves into the air。 Into the trees。 He stopped； there was no one in that quiet； sound…proof elegant room。 No one in the jungle path。
He spun around and lurched back into the hall； puncturing the walls with a prolonged burst of gunfire。 No one。
The door at the end of the narrow； dark corridor。 Beyond was the room where Cain was born。 Where Cain would die； but not alone。
He held his fire； shifting the flare to his right hand beneath the weapon； reaching into his pocket for the second flare。 He pulled it out； and again uncoiled the fuse and brought it to his teeth； severing the cord； now millimetres from its point of contact with the gelatinous incendiary。 He shoved the first flare to it； the explosion of light was so bright it pained his eyes。 Awkwardly； he held both flares in his left hand and； squinting； his legs and arms losing the battle for balance； approached the door。
It was open； the narrow crack extending from top to bottom on the lock side。 The assassin was acmodating； but as he looked at that door； Jason instinctively knew one thing about it that Carlos did not know。 It was a part of his past； a part of the room where Cain was born。 He reached down with his right hand； bracing the weapon between his forearm and his hip； and gripped the knob。
Now。 He shoved the door open six inches and hurled the flares inside。 A long staccato burst from a Sten gun echoed throughout the room； throughout the entire house； a thousand dead sounds forming a running chord beneath as sprays of bullets embedded in a lead shield backed by a steel plate in the door。
The firing stopped； a final clip expended。 Now。 Bourne whipped his hand back to the trigger； crashed his shoulder into the door； and lunged inside； firing in circles as he rolled on the floor； swinging his legs counter clockwise。 Gunshots were returned wildly as Jason honed his weapon towards the source。 A roar of fury burst from blindness across the room； it acpanied Bourne's realization that the curtains had been drawn； blocking out the sunlight from the French windows。 Then why was there so much light。。。 magnified light beyond the sizzling blindness of the flares？ It was overpowering； causing explosions in his head； sharp bolts of agony at his temples。
The screen！ The huge screen was pulled down from its bulging recess in the ceiling； drawn taut to the floor； the wide expanse of glistening silver a white…hot shield of ice…cold fire。 He plunged behind the large table to the protection of a copper corner bar； he rose and jammed the trigger back； in another burst … a final burst。 The last clip had run out。 He hurled the weapon by its rod…stock across the room at the figure in white overalls and a white silk scarf that had fallen below his face。
The face！ He knew it！ He had seen it before I Where。。。 where？ Was it Marseilles？ Yes。。。 no！ Zurich？ Paris？ Yes and no！ Then it struck him at that instant in the blinding vibrating light； that the face across the room was known to many； not just him。 But from where？ Where？ As so much else； he knew it and did not know it。 But he did know it！ It was only the name he could not find！
He spiralled back off his feet； behind the heavy copper bar。 Gunshots came； two。。。 three； the second bullet tearing the flesh of his 〃left forearm。 He pulled his automatic from his belt； he had three shots left。 One of them had to find its mark； Carlos。 There was a debt to pay in Paris； and a contract to fulfil； his love far safer with the assassin's death。 He took the plastic lighter from his pocket； ignited it； and held it beneath a cloth suspended from a hook。 The cloth caught fire； he grabbed it and threw it to his right as he dived to his left。 Carlos fired at the flaming rag as Bourne spun to his knees； levelling his gun； pulling the trigger twice。
The figure buckled but did not fall。 Instead； he crouched； then sprang like a white panther diagonally forward； his hands outstretched。 What was he doing！ Then Jason knew。 The assassin gripped the edge of the huge； silver screen； ripping it from its metal bracket in the ceiling； pulling it downwards with all his weight and strength。
It floated down above Bourne； filling his vision； blocking everything else from his mind。 He screamed as the shimmering silver descended over him； suddenly more frightened of it than of Carlos； or of any other human being on the earth。 It terrified him； infuriated him； splitting his mind in fragments； images flashed across his eyes and angry voices shouted in his ears。 He aimed his gun and fired at the terrible shroud。 As he slashed his band against it wildly； pushing the rough； silver cloth away； he understood。 He had fired his last shot； his last。 Like a legend named Cain Carlos knew by sight and by sound every weapon on earth； he had counted the gunshots。
The assassin loomed above him； the automatic in his hand aimed at Jason's head。 'Your execution； Delta。 On the day scheduled。 For everything you've done。〃
Bourne arched his back； rolling furiously to his right； at least he would die in motion！ Gunshots filled the shimmering room； hot needles slicing across his neck； piercing his legs； cutting up to his waist。 Roll； roll＇
Suddenly the gunshots stopped； and in the distance he could hear repeated sounds of hammering； the smashing of wood and steel； growing louder； more insistent。 There was a final deafening crash from the dark corridor outside the library； followed by men shouting； running and； beyond them somewhere in the unseen； outside world； the insistent whine of sirens。
'In here！ He's in here！' screamed Carlos。
It was insane！ The assassin was directing the invaders directly towards him； to him！ Reason was madness； nothing on earth made sense！
The door was crashed open by a tall man in a black overcoat； someone was with him； but Jason could not see。 The mists were filling his eyes； shapes and sounds being obscured； blurred。 He was rolling in space。 Away。。。 away。
But then he saw the one thing he did not want to see。 Rigid shoulders that floated above a tapered waist raced out of the room and down the dimly…lit corridor。 Carlos。 His screams had sprung the trap open！ He had reversed it！ In the chaos； he had trapped the stalker。 He war escaping！
'Carlos。。。' Bourne knew he could not be heard； what emerged from his bleeding throat was a whisper。 He tried again； forcing the sound from his stomach。 'It's him。 It's。。。 Carlos！'
There was confusion； mands shouted futilely； orders swallowed in consternation。 And then a figure came into focus。 A man was limping towards him； a cripple who had tried to kill him in a cemetery outside Paris。 There was nothing left！ Jason lurched； crawling towards the sizzling； blinding flare。 He grabbed it and held it as though it were a weapon； aiming it at the killer with a cane。
'e on！ e on！ Closer； you bastard＇ I'll burn your eyes out！ You think you'll kill me； you won't！ I'll kill you！ I'll burn your eyes！'
'You don't understand；' said the trembling voice of the limping killer。 'It's me； Delta。 It's Conklin。 I was wrong。'
The flare singed his hands； his eyes！。。。 Madness。 The explosions were all around him now； blinding； deafening； punctuated by ear…splitting screeches from the jungle that erupted with each detonation。
The jungle！ Tarn Quan！ The wet； hot stench was everywhere； but they had reached it！ The base camp was theirs！
An explosion to his left； he could see it！ High above the ground； suspended between two trees； the spikes of a bamboo cage。 The figure inside was moving。 He was alive！ Get to him； reach him！
A cry came from his right。 Breathing； coughing in the smoke； a man was limping towards the dense underbrush； a rifle in his hand。 It was him； the blond hair caught in the light； a foot broken from a parachute jump。 The bastard！ A piece of filth who had trained with them； studied the maps with them； flown north with them。。。 all the time springing a trap on them！ A traitor with a radio who told the enemy exactly where to look in that impenetrable jungle that was Tarn Quan。
It was Bourne！ Jason Bourne。 Traitor； garbage！
Get him！ Don't let him reach the others！ Kill him！ Kill Jason Bourne！ He is your enemy！ Fire！
He did not fall！ The head that had been blown apart was still there。 ing towards him！ What was happening？ Madness。 Tarn Quan。。。
'e with us；' said the limping figure； walking out of the jungle into what remained of an elegant room。 That room。 'We're not your enemies。 e with us。〃
'Get away from me！' Bourne lunged again； now back to the fallen screen。 It was his sanctuary； his shroud of death； the blanket thrown over a man at birth； a lining for his coffin。 'You are my enemy！ I'll take you all！ I don't care； it doesn't matter I Can't you understand！？ I'm Delta！ Cain is for Charlie and Delta is for Cain！ What more do you want from me！ I was and I was not！ I am and I am not！ Bastards； bastards！ e on！ Closed！
Another voice was heard； a deeper voice； calmer； less insistent。 'Get her。 Bring her in。'
Somewhere in the distance the sirens reached a crescendo； and then they stopped。 Darkness came and the waves carried Jason up to the night sky； only to hurl him down again； crashing him into an abyss of watery violence。 He was entering an eternity of weightless。。。 memory。 An explosion filled the night sky now； a fiery diadem rose above black waters。 And then he heard the words； spoken from the clouds； filling the earth。
'Jason； my love。 My only love。 Take my hand。 Hold it