Spamprose Novella

These anonymous word messages are from the annoying machines of Spamsters. In this installment there are three separate spams that except for being arranged by me remain otherwise unadulterated:

Theyve taken Fontaine inside. Where is the guard? asked the man nearest Bourne, confusion and anger in his whisper. I myself placed him here with specific instructions. No one was permitted inside. He was to be on the radio the instant he saw anyone! Then Im afraid he didnt see him. Who? A blond man who speaks French. Both commandos whipped their heads toward each other, exchanging glances as the second guard instantly looked at Jason and spoke quietly. Describe him, please, he said. Medium height, large chest and shoulders- Enough, interrupted the first guard. Our man saw him, sir. He


gets out calling for a meeting between the two interested parties. That is to say, interested in a joint assassination, the parties of the first part unable to participate actively, due to the sensitive nature of their high official positions, is that about it? Just about, except that these same powerful men in Washington can gain access to the identity and the whereabouts of this much desired corpse-to-be. Naturally, agreed Alex, nodding in disbelief. They simply wave a wand and all the restrictions applicable to maximum-classified files are lifted and theyre given the information. Exactly, said David firmly. Because whoever meets with Carloss emissaries has to be so high up, so authentic, that the Jackal has no choice but to accept him or them. He cant have any doubts, all thoughts

yesterday, and you all laughed heartily, as if it afforded you A BOY was hunting for locusts. He had caught a goodly number, FOOTNOTES