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In a Kowloon cabaret, scrawled in a pool of blood, is a name the world wanted to forget: Jason Bourne.

The Chinese vice-premier has been brutally slain by a legendary assassin. World leaders ask the same fearful questions: Why has Bourne come back? Who is paying him? Who is next to die?

But U.S. officials know the shocking truth: There is no Jason Bourne. The name was created as a cover for David Webb on his hunt for the assassin known as Carlos. Someone else has taken on the Bourne Identity - and unless he is stopped, the world will pay a devastating price.

So, the original Jason Bourne must live again. Once again, David Webb must call on his lethal skills - as once again, like a nightmare relived, the woman he loves is taken from him. To find her, trap the imposter, and uncover the truth, Webb must launch a desperate mission into the espionage killing fields. This time, survival will not be enough. This time, Bourne must reign supreme.

 

"Use me! Use what you've learned from me. You've got the tools, you've had them for years.

You were the best in Medusa. Above all, there was control. You preached that. You lived that. And you stayed alive.

Control. Such a simple word. Such an incredible demand."

David Webb being coached by his alter-ego, Jason Bourne.

The Bourne Supremacy

In the previous book, the Bourne Identity, Jason Bourne starts as a complete amnesiac, looking for any clue to learning his identity. As it turns out, Bourne is a secret U.S. operative who has had many identities, including David Webb (his real identity), Jason Bourne (taken from a traitor he executed in the jungles of Tam Quan), Delta One (his code name in operation Medusa), and Cain (used during his hunt for the assassin, Carlos). During his mission to uncover his true identity, Bourne is hunted by Carlos the Jackal, as well as by members of his own government.

Several years after the mayhem that took place all over Europe and in New York, Jason Bourne is leading a relatively normal life, as an Asian Studies professor in Maine, along with his wife, Marie. But this peaceful existence is short-lived.

There is a situation in China that could lead to a massive war that would plunge Asia into chaos and darkness. An assassin, posing as Jason Bourne, has been hired to take out key Chinese officials and anyone who might oppose a maniacal, but untouchable Chinese official, who plans on taking control of Hong Kong, and eventually, China.

This situation is known to a number of U.S. officials, who also know of David Webb’s past (as the original Jason Bourne). They also believe that he is the only person who can capture the imposter Bourne and stop the Chinese official. However, they also know of Bourne’s well-founded mistrust of the U.S. government. Hence, they decide to abduct his wife, pose as Chinese officials who want the imposter Bourne stopped, and force the original Jason Bourne to do what he does best.

David Webb is forced to leave for Hong Kong, and take on the mission, as well as his repressed (but not forgotten) identity, Jason Bourne. So, once again, Bourne must take control and use every skill and resource necessary to find, capture, and deliver the imposter, while his wife is held captive (or so he believes). During this story, Bourne is indeed a desperate man, and desperate men will go to desperate measures.

The Bourne Supremacy is another brilliantly-written novel by Robert Ludlum.

 
 
The Bourne Supremacy Audio Book

The second book in Robert Ludlum's Jason Bourne series, the Bourne Supremacy is a great read, and a riveting listen.

Here's the beginning of The Bourne Supremacy, as heard on the unabridged audio book. 

The Bourne Supremacy: Chapter 1 (4:32):

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I'll take him, Marie! I swear 'I'll take him and we'll have our life again. It's David and I love you so! I need you so!

Stop it! There are no people, only objectives. No emotions, only targets and kills and men to be eliminated who stand in the way. I have no use for you, Webb. You're soft and I despise you. Listen to Delta - listen to Jason Bourne!

Jason Bourne, again taking control from David Webb.

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Read an excerpt from the Bourne Supremacy (Chapter 6):

He sat on the rocks above the beach, knowing he had to think clearly. He had to define whatwas before him and what was expected of him and then how to out-think whoever wasmanipulating him. Above all, he knew he could not give in to panic, even the perception of panic - a panicked man was dangerous, a risk to be eliminated. If he went over the edge, he would onlyensure the death of Marie and himself; it was that simple. Everything was so delicate - violently delicate.

David Webb was out of the question. Jason Bourne had to assume control. Jesus! It was crazy! Mo Panov had told him to walk on the beach - as Webb - and now he had to sit there as Bourne, thinking things out as Bourne would think them out - he had to deny one part of himself and accept the opposite.

Strangely, it was not impossible, nor even intolerable, for Marie was out there. His love, his only love - Don't think that way. Jason Bourne spoke: she is a valuable possession taken from you!

Get her back. Jason Bourne spoke. No, not a possession, my life!

Jason Bourne: Then break all the rules! Find her! Bring her back to you!

David Webb: I don't know how. Help me!

Use me! Use what you've learned from me. You've got the tools, you've had them for years. You were the best in Medusa. Above all, there was control. You preached that. You lived that. And you stayed alive.

Control.

Such a simple word. Such an incredible demand. Webb climbed off the rocks and once again went up the path through the wild grass to the street and started back towards the old Victorian house, loathing its sudden, frightening, unfair emptiness.

As he walked a name flashed across his thoughts; then it returned and remained fixed. Slowly the face belonging to that name came into focus - very slowly, for the man aroused hatred in David that was no less acute for the sadness he also evoked.

Alexander Conklin had tried to kill him - twice - and each time he had nearly succeeded. And Alex Conklin - according to his deposition as well as his own numerous psychiatric sessions with Mo Panov and what vague memories David could provide - had been a close friend of Foreign Service Officer Webb and his Thai wife and their children in Cambodia a lifetime ago. When death had struck from the skies, filling the river with circles of blood, David had fled blindly to Saigon, his rage uncontrollable, and it was his friend in the Central Intelligence Agency, Alex Conklin, who found a place for him in the illegitimate battalion they called Medusa.

If you can survive the jungle training, you'll be a man they want. But watch them - every goddamned one of them, every goddamned minute. They'll cut your arm off for a watch. Those were the words Webb recalled, and he specifically recalled that they had been spoken by the voice of Alexander Conklin.

He had survived the brutal training and became Delta. No other name, just a progression in the alphabet. Delta One. Then after the war, Delta became Cain. Cain is for Delta and Carlos is for Cain. That was the challenge hurled at Carlos the assassin. Created by Treadstone 71, a killer named Cain would catch the Jackal.

It was as Cain, a name the underworld of Europe knew in reality was Asia's Jason Bourne, that Conklin had betrayed his friend. A simple act of faith on Alex's part could have made all the difference, but Alex could not find it within himself to provide it; his own bitterness precluded that particular charity. He believed the worst of his former friend because his own sense of martyrdom made him want to believe it. It raised his own broken self-esteem, convincing him that he was better than his former friend. In his work with Medusa, Conklin's foot had been shattered by a land mine, and his brilliant career as a field strategist was cut short. A crippled man could not stay in the field where a growing reputation might take him up the ladders scaled by such men as Alien Dulles and James Angleton, and Conklin did not possess the skills for 'the bureaucratic in-fighting demanded at Langley. He withered, a once extraordinary tactician left to watch inferior talents pass him by, his expertise sought only in secrecy, the head of Medusa always in the background, dangerous, someone to be kept at arm's length.

Two years of imposed castration until a man known as the Monk - a Rasputin of covert operations - sought him out because one David Webb had been selected for an extraordinary assignment and Conklin had known Webb for years. Treadstone 71 was created, Jason Bourne became its product and Carlos the Jackal its target. And for thirty-two months Conklin monitored this most secret of classified operations, until the scenario fell apart with Jason Bourne's disappearance and the withdrawal of over five million dollars from Treadstone's Zurich account.

With no evidence to the contrary, Conklin presumed the worst. The legendary Bourne had turned; life in the nether world had become too much for him and the temptation to come in from the cold with over five million dollars had been too alluring to resist. Especially for one known as the chameleon, a multilingual deep-cover specialist who could change appearances and lifestyles with so little effort that he could literally vanish. A trap for an assassin had been baited and then the bait had vanished, revealing a scheming thief. For the crippled Alexander Conklin this was not only the act of a traitor, but intolerable treachery. Considering everything that had been done to him, his foot now no more than a painfully awkward dead weight surgically encased in stolen flesh, a once brilliant career a shambles, his personal life filled with a loneliness that only a total commitment to the Agency could bring about - a devotion not reciprocated what right had anyone else to turn?

What other man had given what he had given?

So his once close friend, David Webb, became the enemy, Jason Bourne. Not merely the enemy, but an obsession. He had helped create the myth; he would destroy it. His first attempt was with two hired killers on the outskirts of Paris.

David shuddered at the memory, still seeing a defeated Conklin limp away, his crippled figure in Webb's gunsight.

The second try was blurred for David. Perhaps he would never recall it completely. It had taken place at the Treadstone sterile house on New York's 71st Street, an ingenious trap mounted by Conklin, which was aborted by Webb's hysterical efforts to survive and, oddly enough, the presence of Carlos the Jackal.

Later, when the truth was known, that the 'traitor' had no treason in him but instead a mental aberration called amnesia, Conklin fell apart. During David's agonizing months of convalescence in Virginia, Alex tried repeatedly to see his former friend, to explain, to tell his part of the bloody story - to apologize with every fibre of his being. David, however, had no forgiveness in his soul.

'If he walks through that door I'll kill him,' had been his words. That would change now, thought Webb as he quickened his pace down the street towards the house. Whatever Conklin's faults and duplicities, few men in the intelligence community had the insights and the sources he had developed over a lifetime of commitment. David had not thought about Alex in months; he thought about him now, suddenly remembering the last time his name came up in conversation. Mo Panov had rendered his verdict.

'I can't help him because he doesn't want to be helped. He'll carry his last bottle of sour mash up to that great big black operations room in the sky bombed out of his mercifully dead skull. If he lasts to his retirement at the end of the year, I'll be astonished. On the other hand, if he stays pickled they may put him in a straitjacket and that'll keep him out of traffic. I swear I don't know how he gets to work every day. That pension is one hell of a survival-therapy - better than anything Freud ever left us.'

Panov had spoken those words no more than five months ago. Conklin was still in place.

I'm sorry, Mo. His survival one-way or the other doesn't bother me. So far as I'm concerned, his status is dead.

It was not dead now, thought David, as he ran up the steps of the oversized Victorian porch. Alex Conklin was very much alive, whether drunk or not, and even if he was preserved in bourbon, he had his sources, those contacts he had cultivated during a lifetime of devotion to the shadow world that ultimately rejected him. Within that world debts were owed; and they were paid out of fear.

Alexander Conklin. Number I on Jason Bourne's hit list.

Copyright 1986 by Robert Ludlum.
Published by Bantam Books by arrangement with the author.