rl.thebourneultimatum-第107部分

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her。　Additional　chairs　were　against　the　walls；　allowing　for　an　expanded　conference　of　principals　or　for　the　proper　location　of　secondary　subalterns；　usually　armed。　Seated　at　the　far　end　of　the　table　was　a　distinguished…looking　olive…skinned　man　with　wavy　dark　hair；　on　his　left　was　a　fashionably　dressed；　well…coiffed　middle…aged　woman。　A　bottle　of　Chianti　Classico　was　between　them；　the　crude　thick…stemmed　wineglasses　in　front　of　them　not　the　sort　one　would　associate　with　such　aristocratic　diners。　On　a　chair　behind　the　diplomatico　was　a　black　leather　suitcase。
　〃I'm　DeFazio；〃　said　the　capo　supremo　from　New　York；　closing　the　door。　〃This　is　my　cousin　Mario；　of　who　you　may　have　heard　of…a　very　talented　man　who　takes　precious　time　away　from　his　family　to　be　with　us。〃
　〃Yes；　of　course；〃　said　the　aristocratic　mafioso。　〃Mario；　il　bola；　esecuzione　garantito…deadly　with　any　weapon。　Sit　down；　gentlemen。〃
　〃I　find　such　descriptions　meaningless；〃　responded　Mario；　approaching　a　chair。　〃I'm　skilled　in　my　craft；　that's　all。〃
　〃Spoken　like　a　professional；　signore；〃　added　the　woman　as　DeFazio　and　his　cousin　sat　down。　〃May　I　order　you　wine；　drinks？〃　she　continued。
　〃Not　yet；〃　replied　Louis。　〃Maybe　later…maybe。　。。。　My　talented　relative　on　my　mother's　side；　may　she　rest　in　the　arms　of　Christ；　asked　a　good　question　outside。　What　do　we　call　you；　Mr。　and　Mrs。　Paris；　France？　Which　is　by　way　of　saying　I　don't　need　no　real　names。〃
　〃Conte　and　Contessa　is　what　we're　known　by；〃　answered　the　husband；　smiling；　the　tight　smile　more　appropriate　to　a　mask　than　a　human　face。
　〃See　what　I　mean；　cugino？　These　are　people　of　high　regard。　。。。　So；　Mr。　Count；　bring　us　up　to　date；　how　about　it？〃
　〃There's　no　question　about　it；　Signor　DeFazio；〃　replied　the　Roman；　his　voice　as　tight　as　his　previous　smile；　which　had　pletely　disappeared。　〃I　will　bring　you　up　to　date；　and　were　it　in　my　powers　I　would　leave　you　in　the　far　distant　past。〃
　〃Hey；　what　kind　of　fuckin'　talk　is　that？〃
　〃Lou；　please！〃　intruded　Mario；　quietly　but　firmly。　〃Watch　your　language。〃
　〃What　about　his　language？　What　kind　of　language　is　that？　He　wants　to　leave　me　in　some　kind　of　dirt？〃
　〃You　asked　me　what　has　happened；　Signor　DeFazio；　and　I'm　telling　you；〃　said　the　count；　his　voice　as　strained　as　before。　〃Yesterday　at　noon　my　wife　and　I　were　nearly　killed…killed；　Signor　DeFazio。　It's　not　the　sort　of　experience　we're　used　to　or　can　tolerate。　Have　you　any　idea　what　you've　gotten　yourself　into？〃
　〃You　。。。　？　They　marked　you？〃
　〃If　you　mean　by　that；　did　they　know　who　we　were；　happily　they　did　not。　Had　they　known；　it's　doubtful　we'd　be　sitting　at　this　table！〃
　〃Signor　DeFazio；〃　interrupted　the　contessa；　glancing　at　her　husband；　her　look　telling　him　to　calm　down。　〃The　word　we　received　over　here　is　that　you　have　a　contract　on　this　cripple　and　his　friend　the　doctor。　Is　that　true？〃
　〃Yeah；〃　confirmed　the　capo　supremo　cautiously。　〃As　far　as　that　goes；　but　it　goes　further；　you　know　what　I　mean？〃
　〃I　haven't　the　vaguest　idea；〃　replied　the　count　icily。
　〃I　tell　you　this　because　it's　possible　I　could　use　your　help；　for　which；　like　I　told　you；　you'll　be　paid　good；　real　good。〃
　〃How　does　the　contract　go　'further'？〃　asked　the　wife；　again　interrupting。
　〃There's　someone　else　we　have　to　hit。　A　third　party　these　two　came　over　here　to　meet。〃
　The　count　and　his　countess　instantly　looked　at　each　other。　〃A　'third　party；'　〃　repeated　the　man　from　Rome；　raising　the　wineglass　to　his　lips。　〃I　see。　。。。　A　three…target　contract　is　generally　quite　profitable。　How　profitable；　Signor　DeFazio？〃
　〃Hey；　e　on；　do　I　ask　you　what　you　make　a　week　in　Paris；　France？　Let's　just　say　it's　a　lot　and　you　two　personally　can　count　on　six　figures；　if　everything　goes　according　to　the　book。〃
　〃Six　figures　enpass　a　wide　spectrum；〃　observed　the　countess。　〃It　also　indicates　that　the　contract　is　worth　over　seven　figures。〃
　〃Seven　。。。　？〃　DeFazio　looked　at　the　woman；　his　breathing　on　hold。
　〃Over　a　million　dollars；〃　concluded　the　countess。
　〃Yeah；　well；　you　see；　it's　important　to　our　clients　that　these　people　leave　this　world；〃　said　Louis；　breathing　again　as　seven　figures　had　not　been　equated　with　seven　million。　〃We　don't　ask　why；　we　just　do　the　job。　In　situations　like　this；　our　dons　are　generous；　we　keep　most　of　the　money　and　'our　thing'　keeps　its　reputation　for　efficiency。　Isn't　that　right；　Mario？〃
　〃I'm　sure　it　is；　Lou；　but　I　don't　involve　myself　in　those　matters。〃
　〃You　get　paid；　don't　you；　cugino？〃
　〃I　wouldn't　be　here　if　I　didn't；　Lou。〃
　〃See　what　I　mean？〃　said　DeFazio；　looking　at　the　aristocrats　of　the　European　Mafia；　who　showed　no　reaction　at　all　except　to　stare　at　the　capo　supremo。　〃Hey；　what's　the　matter？　。。。　Oh；　this　bad　thing　that　happened　yesterday；　huh？　What　was　it…they　saw　you；　right？　They　spotted　you；　and　some　gorilla　got　off　a　couple　of　shots　to　scare　you　away；　that's　it；　isn't　it？　I　mean　what　else　could　it　be；　right？　They　didn't　know　who　you　were　but　you　were　there…a　couple　of　times　too　often；　maybe　…　so　a　little　muscle　was　used；　okay？　It's　an　old　scam：　Scare　the　shit　out　of　strangers　you　see　more　than　once。〃
　〃Lou；　I　asked　you　to　temper　your　language。〃
　〃Temper？　I'm　losing　my　temper。　I　want　to　deal！〃
　〃In　plain　words；〃　said　the　count；　disregarding　DeFazio's　words　with　a　soft　voice　and　arched　brows；　〃you　say　you　must　kill　this　cripple　and　his　friend　the　doctor；　as　well　as　a　third　party；　is　that　correct？〃
　〃In　plain　words；　you　got　it　right。〃
　〃Do　you　know　who　this　third　party　is…outside　of　a　photograph　or　a　detailed　description？〃
　〃Sure；　he's　a　government　slime　who　was　sent　out　years　ago　to　make　like　he　was　a　Mario　here；　an　esecuzione；　can　you　believe　it？　But　these　three　individuals　have　injured　our　clients；　I　mean　really　hurt　them。　That's　why　the　contract；　what　else　can　I　tell　you？〃
　〃We're　not　sure；〃　said　the　countess；　gracefully　sipping　her　wine。　〃Perhaps　you　don't　really　know。〃
　〃Know　what？〃
　〃Know　that　there　is　someone　else　who　wants　this　third　party　dead　far　more　than　you　do；〃　explained　the　count。　〃Yesterday　noon　he　assaulted　a　small　café　in　the　countryside　with　murderous　gunfire；　killing　a　number　of　people；　because　your　third　party　was　inside。　So　were　we。　。。。　We　saw　them…him…warned　by　a　guard　and　race　outside。　Certain　emergencies　are　municated。　We　left　immediately；　only　minutes　before　the　massacre。〃
　〃Condannare！〃　choked　DeFazio。　〃Who　is　this　bastard　who　wants　the　kill？　Tell　me！〃
　〃We've　spent　yesterday　afternoon　and　all　day　today　trying　to　find　out；〃　began　the　woman；　leaning　forward；　delicately　fingering　the　indelicate　glass　as　though　it　were　an　affront　to　her　sensibilities。　〃Your　targets　are　never　alone。　There　are　always　men　around　them；　armed　guards；　and　at　first　we　didn't　know　where　they　came　from。　Then　on　the　avenue　Montaigne　we　saw　a　Soviet　limousine　e　for　them；　and　your　third　man　in　the　pany　of　a　well…known　KGB　officer；　and　now　we　think　we　do　know。〃
　〃Only　you；　however；〃　broke　in　the　count；　〃can　confirm　it　for　us。　What　is　the　name　of　this　third　man　on　your　contract？　Surely　we　have　a　right　to　know。〃
　〃Why　not？　He's　a　loser　named　Bourne；　Jason　Bourne；　who's　blackmailing　our　clients。〃
　〃Ecco；〃　said　the　husband　quietly。
　〃Ultimo；〃　added　the　wife。　〃What　do　you　know　of　this　Bourne？〃　she　asked。
　〃What　I　told　you。　He　went　out　under　cover　for　the　government　and　got　shafted　by　the　big　boys　in　Washington。　He　gets　pissed　off；　so　he　ends　up　shafting　our　clients。　A　real　slime。〃
　〃You've　never　heard　of　Carlos　the　Jackal？〃　said　the　count；　leaning　back　in　the　chair；　studying　the　capo　supremo。
　〃Oh；　yeah；　sure；　I　heard　of　him；　and　I　see　what　you　mean。　They　say　this　Jackal　character　has　a　big　thing　against　this　Bourne　and　vice　versa；　but　it　don't　cut　no　ice　with　me。　You　know；　I　thought　that　fox…cat　was　just　in　books；　in　the　movies；　you　know　what　I　mean？　Then　they　tell　me　he's　a　real　hit　man；　wadda　y'　know？〃
　〃Very　real；〃　agreed　the　countess。
　〃But；　like　I　said；　him　I　couldn't　care　less　about。　I　want　the　Jew　shrink；　the　cripple；　and　this　rot…gut　Bourne；　that's　all。　And　I　really　want　them。〃
　The　diplomat　and　his　wife　looked　at　each　other；　they　shrugged　in　mild　astonishment；　then　the　contessa　nodded；　deferring　to　her　husband。　〃Your　sense　of　fiction　has　been　shattered　by　reality；〃　said　the　count。
　〃e　again？〃
　〃There　was　a　Robin　Hood；　you　know；　but　he　wasn't　a　noble　of　Locksley。　He　was　a　barbaric　Saxon　chief　who　opposed　the　Normans；　a　murdering；　butchering　thief；　extolled　only　in　legends。　And　there　was　an　Innocent　the　Third；　a　pope　who　was　hardly　innocent　and　who　followed　the　savage　policies　of　a　predecessor；　Saint　Gregory　the　Seventh；　who　was　hardly　a　saint。　Between　them　they　split　Europe　asunder；　into　rivers　of　blood　for　political　power　and　to　enrich　the　coffers　of　the　'Holy　Empire。'　Centuries　before；　there　was　the　gentle　Quintus　Cassius　Longinus　of　Rome；　beloved　protector　of　the　Further　Spain；　yet　he　tortured　and　mutilated　a　hundred　thousand　Spaniards。〃
　〃What　the　hell　are　you　talkin'　about？〃
　〃These　men　were　fictionalized；　Signor　DeFazio；　into　many　different　shadings　of　what　they　may　actually　have　been；　but　regardless　of　the　distortions；　they　were　real。　Just　as　the　Jackal　is　real；　and　is　a　deadly　problem　for　you。　As；　unfortunately；　he　is　a　problem　for　us；　for　he's　a　plication　we　cannot　accept。〃
　〃Huh？〃　The　capo　supremo；　mouth　gaping；　stared　at　the　Italian　aristocrat。
　〃The　presence　of　the　Soviets　was　both　alarming　and　enigmatic；〃　continued　the　count。　〃Then　finally　we　perceived　a　possible　connection；　which　you　just　confirmed。　。。。　Moscow　has　been　hunting　Carlos　for　years；　solely　for　the　purpose　of　executing　him；　and　all　they've　gotten　for　their　efforts　is　one　dead　hunter　after　another。　Somehow…God　knows　how…Jason　Bourne　negotiated　with　the　Russians　to　pursue　their　mon　objective。〃
　〃For　Christ's　sake；　speak　English　or　Italian；　but　with　words　that　make　sense！　I　didn't　exactly　go　to　Harvard　City　College；　gumball。　I　didn't　have　to；　capisce？〃
　〃The　Jackal　stormed　that　country　inn　yesterday。　He's　the　one　hunting　down　Jason　Bourne；　who　was　foolish　enough　to　e　back　to　Paris　and　persuade　the　Soviets　to　work　with　him。　Both　were　stupid；　for　this　is　Paris　and　Carlos　will　win。　He'll　kill　Bourne　and　your　other　targets　and　laugh　at　the　Russians。　Then　he'll　proclaim　to　the　c