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Monday, January 3rd, 2011

    Time Event
    3:14a
    @@@@@It’s now nine-thirty in the
    @@@@@It’s now nine-thirty in the morning,
    Eastern Standard Time
    Stunned, his mind spinning, Bourne hung up the phone and stared at Marie“Something’s
    happened and I have to make sense out of itHis last words were—‘Out, Juneau ”
    “Juneau?” Marie squinted, her eyes blocking out the light, then she opened them and looked at
    her husband“Alpha, Bravo, Charlie,” she began softly, adding, “Alternating military alphabets?”
    Then she spoke rapidlyIndia, Juneau! Juneau’s for J and J is for Jason! What
    was the rest?”
    “He’s visiting someplace—”
    “Come on, let’s walk,” she broke in, noticing the curious faces of two men waiting to use the
    phone; she grabbed his arm and pulled him away from the booth“He couldn’t be clearer?” she
    asked as they entered the flow of the crowdswhere a grave error was made ”
    “The what?”
    “He said to call him in five or six hours—he was visiting a place where a grave error—grave?—
    my God, it’s Rambouillet!”
    “The cemetery ?”
    “Where he tried to kill me thirteen years agoThat’s it! Rambouillet!”
    “Not in five or six hours,” objected Marie“No matter when he left the message he couldn’t fly
    to Paris and then drive to Rambouillet in five hours
    “Of course he could; we’ve both done it beforeAn army jet out of Andrews Air Force Base
    under diplomatic cover to ParisPeter Holland threw him out, but he gave him a going away
    presentImmediate separation, but a bonus for bringing him Medusa Bourne suddenly whipped
    his wrist up and looked at his watch“It’s still only around noon in the islandsLet’s find another
    phone
    “Johnny? Tranquility? You really think—”
    Robert Ludlum ?? THE BOURNE ULTIMATUM
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    “I can’t stop thinking!” interrupted Jason, rushing ahead, holding Marie’s hand as she
    stumblingly kept up with him“Glace,” he said, looking up to his right
    “Ice cream?”
    “There’s a phone inside, over there,” he answered, slowing them both down and approaching the
    huge windows of a patisserie that had a red banner over its door announcing an ice cream counter
    with several dozen flavors“Get me a vanilla,” he said, ushering them both into the crowded s

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