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A shot ofdoith the Louis Vuitton tote bag Directions: Place the bag under your seat, casually open a copy of Le Monde, furrow your brow, pretend to read, look up at the handso a s down, a subtle refusal, a sesture that says I’ on his part, half a grin I’ns with Mars when Jupiter aligns with Mars-and since I haven’t been told what’s in the Louis Vuitton tote bag it’s easy to slip it under the seat Later I will find out that the bo with bolts, shards of glass and assorted nails and that this is what I was carrying around in the tote bag I checked at Hozan during the lunch I had earlier this afternoon, the tote bag I carried effortlessly while strolling through the streets of Paris

The blast will be blauerrilla or a Musliroup or a splinter group of handsome Basque separatists, but all of this is dependent on the spin the head of France’s counterespionage service gives the event I don’t control the detonator An ie fro a racket, Fleetwood Mac’s Ruinning of summer and your mother is still alive but you know there are darker times ahead

Fifteen minutes after I leave the train, just after 6 pm, at the juncture of Boulevard du Montparnasse and Boulevard Saint-Michel, across the street from Closerie des Lilas, the bo the following three days, all of them from severe burns One hundred and thirty are treated for injuries, twenty-eight of them in serious condition Later a scene will be shot in which Bobby expresses his anger that the boe would have been "far greater", instead of on the Pont Royal, which is partially in open air It was, he stressed, supposed to go off at the Saint-Michel-Notre Da the Seine, just as the doors opened onto the platform opposite the cathedral

Instead: a flash

A shot of the s on the train i fro in half

A shot of the train lurching forward, burning

A shot of a scattering crowd

Various shots of people blown apart, extras and stuntht steel car and onto the tracks

Shots of body parts-legs and ar across the platfor in piles Shots of faces blown off Shots of shreddedseats Survivors stand around in the thick black s on the stench of gunpowder A shot of the Christian Bale guy grabbing a fire extinguisher, pushing through the panicked crowd to reach the burned-out hulk of the subway car Over the sound track Serge Gainsbourg’s "Je T’Aie: hundreds of police officers arriving at the area beside the bridge that crosses the Seine and leads to Notre Da by the Gap while soer shirt Rollerblades by Victor having a drink at a brasserie on Rue Saint-Antoine, playing with his Ray-Bans The French pre to the scene in a helicopter, while Tammy and the French premier’s son-shot by the second unit-fritter away the day at Les Halles after being called away from the Louvre (a call Bruce made from a phone booth on Rue de Bassano, near the Arc de Triolasses and Tah he’s hungover fro blood She hands hihs from the exertion

And then: shots of security checks carried out on roads, at borders, in various depart towed to a police laboratory A hborhoods A Koran-a prop left by the French fil plans to assassinate various officials, is found in a trash can near a housing project in Lyons and, because of a clue Bobby planted, an actor cast in the role of a young Algerian fugitive is shot to death outside aan Armani suit lined with Kevlar, I usher Jamie past the metal barricades the police erected in front of the Ritz because certain Japanese diplo at the hotel this week and even with my invitation and Jamie’s appearance in the show, "for precautions" we still need to produce our passports so they can be compared with our names an lists that are scanned at three separate checkpoints by the tie Metal detectors supply totally inadequate protection, as Jah them effortlessly