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conversations.value: Do you know a plot for a book about Bourne, Deception, Bourne's entitled The Bourne Deception? End with the sentence '\nWith the threat of a new world war brewing, Bourne finds himself in a race against time to uncover the truth and find the person behind his assault, all the while stalked by his unknown nemesis.'.
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conversations.value: The Bourne Deception: The Bourne Deception picks up where The Bourne Sanction left off.\nJason Bourne's nemesis, Arkadin, is still hot on his trail and the two continue their struggle, reversing roles of hunter and hunted.\nWhen Bourne is ambushed and badly wounded, he fakes his death and goes into hiding.\nIn safety, he takes on a new identity, and begins a mission to find out who tried to assassinate him.\nJason begins to question who he really is, how much of him is tied up in the Bourne identity, and what he would become if that was suddenly taken away from him.\nShortly after, an American passenger airliner is shot down over Egypt by an Iranian missile.\nA global investigative team, led by Soraya Moore, is assembled to get at the truth of the situation before it can escalate into an international scandal.\nThe trail to Bourne's leads him to Seville.\nOn the way there, he meets Tracy Atherton, who tells him that she is going to Seville to buy the 14th Black Painting.\nIn Seville, Bourne is attacked in a bullfighting arena by a killer named The Torturer.\nLater on, search for the man who shot him intersects with the search for the people that brought down the airliner, leading Bourne into one of the most deadly and challenging situations he has ever encountered.\nWith the threat of a new world war brewing, Bourne finds himself in a race against time to uncover the truth and find the person behind his assault, all the while stalked by his unknown nemesis.
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conversations.value: Do you know the first paragraph for this book?
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conversations.value: The Bourne Deception
  Soraya waved away a cloud of flies as she crouched down. "Enough to see they've all been shot in the back of the head." Her nose wrinkled. At least the quicklime had taken care of the stench of rotting bodies.
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conversations.value: The Bourne Deception
  Soraya waved away a cloud of flies as she crouched down. "Enough to see they've all been shot in the back of the head." Her nose wrinkled.
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conversations.value: Do you know five more paragraphs?
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conversations.value: As for the democratic indigenous group Halliday so heartily touted to the president, it and the meetings its leaders had with Black River personnel were a part of Pinprick. In other words, they were a figment of Danziger's imagination. Danziger had argued that the creation of the indigenous group was vital both to get the president moving further in the direction of war and as a reason to shovel virtually unlimited funds to Black River, to cover the massive expenditures for its partners: Yevsen, Maslov, and Arkadin, all of whom were paid by Good Shepherd.
  One of Perlis's men entered the tent to tell him that Arkadin's plane would be arriving within fifteen minutes. Perlis nodded, silently dismissing him. He had disliked using Dimitri Maslov, not because he felt he couldn't trust him, but because it galled him that he needed Maslov to deal with Yevsen. Worse, Maslov had brought in Leonid Arkadin, a man Perlis had never met, but whose curriculum vitae in the shadow world of wet work was both impressive and worrying. Impressive because he'd never failed to successfully complete an assignment; worrying because he was a wild card—in his own way, eerily similar to the late Jason Bourne. Both men had proved themselves unreliable at taking orders and sticking to the game plan they'd been given. They were both master improvisers, certainly an element in their success, but also a nightmare for anyone attempting to handle them.
  Unfortunately for Noah, Braun was fully briefed and, before Noah could ask him where Liss was, Braun asked him for an update on the situation with Humphry Bamber, to which Noah replied that Bardem was as secure as it had ever been.
  Briefly, he felt a stab of concern at Oliver Liss's continuing absence, but right now he had more pressing problems, namely Bardem. Running the three scenarios again gave him a probability success rate of 98 percent, 97 percent, and 99 percent. The main military incursion, he knew, was going to take place on two pincer-like fronts: on the borders with Iraq and Afghanistan. One was far to the south, the other clear across the country, in the east. All three scenarios were the same, except in two crucial details: how long Perlis and his team had to secure the oil fields and redirect the oil pipeline before the besieged Iranian military got wind of what was happening, and what shape their military would be in once they became aware of the oil field takeover. Still, by that time Halliday would have diverted the American forces set to rendezvous with the nonexistent indigenous group to provide support and lock down the area.
  Someone else entered the tent. Anticipating a progress report on Arkadin's flight, he glanced up and started, suddenly certain that it was Moira. His heart racing and adrenaline pumping through him, he realized that it was only Fiona, another member of his elite team who had accompanied him here. Fiona, a redhead with fine features and porcelain skin heavily laced with freckles, looked nothing like Moira, and yet Moira was who he'd seen. Why was she still on his mind?
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conversations.value: Do you know the last four paragraphs?
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conversations.value: Gasping, Bourne let his head go and drew out the blade from his side. He started to bleed, but not badly. He grabbed Perlis's right hand and dug the fist out of the dirt. One by one, he opened the fingers. He'd expected there to be something held against the palm—whatever it was that Perlis had taken back from Holly—but there was nothing. Circling his index finger, the one he'd been so anxious to hide, was a ring. It was impossible to slip off, so Bourne used the switchblade to cut off the finger. What he held up into the emerald and sapphire light was a plain gold band, not unlike ten million wedding rings all around the planet. Could this be the reason Perlis had killed Holly? Why? What might have made it worth a young woman's life?
  He turned it over and over, tumbling it between his fingers. And then he saw the writing on the inside. It went all the way around the circumference. At first he thought it was Cyrillic, then possibly an ancient Sumerian language, long-dead and forgotten except by the most esoteric specialists, but in the end the characters were unfathomable. A code, then, surely.
  As Bourne continued to hold the ring aloft, he became aware of the girl-shadow approaching. She stopped a number of paces away, and because he could see the fear on her face, he rose with a grunt of pain and walked over to her.
  He took her hand and together they began their trek back to her family compound at the top of the terraced rice paddy not far from Tenganan. His free hand pressed the poultice of herbs to his fresh wound, and he could feel the blood coagulating, the pain receding. "There's nothing to be afraid of," he said.