He got out of the car and saw only hundreds of white circles of light floating around.
Then, slowly, he could see something, and the first thing he saw was two circles.
Gold rimmed glasses.
The killer who hunted him down all night.
The man spoke.
"It has been said that every force has an equal amount of reaction according to physical principles.
In certain situations, some people have similar behavior patterns, which are easy to predict.
If you want to set up a level for someone like you, the warriors at each level must be prepared to say what they should say in case they are knocked down.
If a level warrior isn't knocked down, you're caught.
If he is knocked down, you will be led to the next level, luring you into the delusion that you have won.
"It's going to take a lot of life," Jason said. "I mean, it's going to be for the guys at every level."
"They are highly paid.
And there are other incentives -- not 100% guaranteed, but there are.
The mysterious bourne will not murder.
Of course, it wasn't because he was sympathetic, it was because he had an ulterior motive.
If he let anyone go, the man must be grateful.
He disturbed the enemy soldiers in this way.
This is a clever guerrilla tactic used in complex situations.
I must give you a few compliments.
"You flatter me," Jason could think of nothing else at the moment, "but your two men are still alive.
Is that about all you want to ask?"
Then he saw another man.
A stocky little man came out of the shadow of the house, followed by another man.
It's the woman. It's Mary st. James.
"She whispered, her eyes firm.
"Oh, my god
Jason shook his head in disbelief.
"How did you manage, Dr. St. James?
Jason asked her in a loud voice, "did you send someone to keep an eye on my room at the bell tower hotel?
Are you sure when I'll take the elevator?
Did you turn off the other elevators?
You're still acting like that.
I thought you were going to stop the police car on the road.
"It was meant to be," she said, "but then it didn't seem to be needed.
I met them and they were the police.
Jason looked at the killer standing in front of him.
He pushed the gold rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose.
"I should give you a few compliments, too."
"Nothing," the killer replied. "just the right place at the right time.
"What are you going to do now?
The man inside told me you would only arrest me and not kill me.
"You must have forgotten," said the Swiss, pausing, "that was our prearranged remark.
Over the past two or three years, many of us have been wondering what you really look like.
Now it looks like everyone was making a wild guess!
See how wrong we are
It's not hard to imagine, some people guess, that he must be tall, no, he should be of medium height.
Some people guess that he must be blond, no, his hair should be dark black.
His eyes must be light blue, no, they should be brown.
His features must be very sharp, no, he should be ordinary, mixed in the crowd, not recognize.
It's just that you don't look ordinary at all.
In fact, you are unique.