Bourne nodded. Too true. The images of Hirsch standing in the corridor at the training facility, Abbott in the hotel room, and Conklin in the safehouse flashed in front of his eyes. It really was remarkable.

"I don't know about you, but I don't have any plans to go looking for them," he said dryly. The way Daphne got up was interesting - it was plain to see that she was a runner. "Did you want to get your file, or do you think there might be something useful in your possessions?"