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?One 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 gucci bag fake cost him the 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 d |
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