rl.thebourneultimatum-第129部分

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ling　the　attitude　was　important。〃
　〃Like　telling　a　student　that　he　can　actually　argue　with　a　professor；　or　a　citizen　that　he　can　publicly　criticize　a　member　of　the　Politburo？　They　are　strange　attitudes；　aren't　they？〃
　〃Pound　sand；　Archie。〃
　〃Relax；　young　Lenin；〃　said　Jason；　ing　alongside　the　trainer。　〃Where's　your　LA　cool？〃
　〃I　left　it　in　the　La　Brea　Tar　Pits。〃
　〃I　want　to　study　the　maps。　All　of　them。〃
　〃It's　been　arranged。　Also　the　other　ground　rules。〃
　They　sat　in　a　conference　room　at　staff　headquarters；　the　large　rectangular　table　covered　with　maps　of　the　entire　Novgorod　plex。　Bourne　could　not　help　himself；　even　after　nearly　four　hours　of　concentration；　he　frequently　shook　his　head　in　sheer　astonishment。　The　series　of　deep…cover　training　grounds　along　the　Volkhov　were　more　expansive　and　more　intricate　than　he　had　thought　possible。　Benjamin's　remark　that　it　would　〃be　easier　to　move　a　dozen　cities〃　rather　than　drastically　alter　Novgorod　was　a　simple　statement　of　fact；　not　too　much　of　an　exaggeration。　Scaled…down　replicas　of　towns　and　cities；　waterfronts　and　airports；　military　and　scientific　installations　from　the　Mediterranean　to　the　Atlantic；　north　to　the　Baltic　and　up　the　Gulf　of　Bothnia；　were　represented　within　its　boundaries；　all　in　addition　to　the　American　acreage。　Yet　for　all　the　massive　detail；　suggestion　and　miniaturization　made　it　possible　to　place　everything　within　barely　thirty　miles　of　riverfront　wilderness；　at　a　depth　ranging　from　three　to　five　miles。
　〃Egypt；　Israel；　Italy；〃　began　Jason；　circling　the　table；　staring　down　at　the　maps。　〃Greece；　Portugal；　Spain；　France；　the　UK…〃　He　rounded　the　corner　as　Benjamin　interrupted；　leaning　wearily　back　in　a　chair：　〃Germany；　the　Netherlands；　and　the　Scandinavian　countries。　As　I　explained；　most　of　the　pounds　include　two　separate　and　distinct　countries；　usually　where　there　are　mon　boundaries；　cultural　similarities　or　just　to　conserve　space。　There　are　basically　nine　major　pounds；　representing　all　the　major　nations…major　to　our　interests…and　therefore　nine　tunnels；　approximately　seven　kilometers　apart　starting　with　the　one　here　and　heading　north　along　the　river。〃
　〃Then　the　first　tunnel　next　to　ours　is　the　UK；　right？〃
　〃Yes；　followed　by　France；　then　Spain…which　includes　Portugal…then　across　the　Mediterranean；　beginning　with　Egypt　along　with　Israel…〃
　〃It's　clear；〃　broke　in　Jason；　sitting　down　at　the　end　of　the　table；　bringing　his　clasped　hands　together　in　thought。　〃Did　you　get　word　up　the　line　that　they're　to　admit　anyone　with　those　papers　Carlos　has；　no　matter　what　he　looks　like？〃
　〃No。〃
　〃What？〃　Bourne　snapped　his　head　toward　the　young　trainer。
　〃I　had　rade　Krupkin　do　that。　He's　in　a　Moscow　hospital；　so　they　can't　lock　him　up　here　for　training　fatigue。〃
　〃How　can　I　cross　over　into　another　pound？　Quickly；　if　necessary。〃
　〃Then　you're　ready　for　the　rest　of　the　ground　rules？〃
　〃I'm　ready。　There's　only　so　much　these　maps　can　tell　me。〃
　〃Okay。〃　Benjamin　reached　into　his　pocket　and　withdrew　a　small　black　object　the　size　of　a　credit　card　but　somewhat　thicker。　He　tossed　it　to　Jason；　who　caught　it　in　midair　and　studied　it。　〃That's　your　passport；〃　continued　the　Soviet。　〃Only　the　senior　staff　has　them　and　if　one's　lost　or　misplaced　for　even　a　few　minutes；　it's　reported　immediately。〃
　〃There's　no　ID；　no　writing　or　marking　at　all。〃
　〃It's　all　inside；　puterized　and　coded。　Each　pound　checkpoint　has　a　clearing　lock。　You　insert　it　and　the　barriers　are　raised；　admitting　you　and　telling　the　guards　that　you're　cleared　from　headquarters…and　noted。〃
　〃Damned　clever；　these　backward　Marxists。〃
　〃They　had　the　same　little　dears　for　just　about　every　hotel　room　in　Los　Angeles；　and　that　was　four　years　ago。　。。。　Now　for　the　rest。〃
　〃The　ground　rules？〃
　〃Krupkin　calls　them　protective　measures…for　us　as　well　as　you。　Frankly；　he　doesn't　think　you'll　get　out　of　here　alive；　and　if　you　don't；　you're　to　be　deep…fried　and　lost。〃
　〃How　nicely　realistic。〃
　〃He　likes　you；　Bourne　。。。　Archie。〃
　〃Go　on。〃
　〃As　far　as　the　senior　staff　is　concerned；　you're　undercover　personnel　from　the　inspector　general's　office　in　Moscow；　an　American　specialist　sent　in　to　check　on　Novgorod　leaks　to　the　West。　You're　to　be　given　whatever　you　need；　including　weapons；　but　no　one　is　to　talk　to　you　unless　you　talk　to　him　first。　Considering　my　own　background；　I'm　your　liaison；　anything　you　want　you　relay　through　me。〃
　〃I'm　grateful。〃
　〃Maybe　not　entirely；〃　said　Benjamin。　〃You　don't　go　anywhere　without　me。〃
　〃That's　unacceptable。〃
　〃That's　the　way　it　is。〃
　〃No；　it's　not。〃
　〃Why　not？〃
　〃Because　I　won't　be　impeded　。。。　and　if　I　do　get　out　of　here；　I'd　like　a　certain　Benjamin's　mother　to　find　him　alive　and　well　and　muting　to　Moscow。〃
　The　young　Russian　stared　at　Bourne；　strength　mingled　with　no　little　pain　in　his　eyes。　〃You　really　think　you　can　help　my　father　and　me？〃
　〃I　know　I　can　。。。　so　help　me。　Play　by　my　rules；　Benjamin。〃
　〃You're　a　strange　man。〃
　〃I'm　a　hungry　man。　Can　we　get　some　food　around　here？　And　maybe　a　little　bandage？　I　got　hit　a　while　back；　and　after　today　my　neck　and　shoulders　are　letting　me　know　it。〃　Jason　removed　his　jacket；　his　shirt　was　drenched　in　blood。
　〃Jesus　Christ！　I'll　call　a　doctor…〃
　〃No；　you　won't。　Just　a　medic；　that's　all。　。。。　My　rules；　Ben。〃
　〃Okay…Archie。　We're　staying　at　the　Visiting　missars　Suite；　it's　on　the　top　floor。　We've　got　room　service　and　I'll　ring　the　infirmary　for　a　nurse。〃
　〃I　said　I'm　hungry　and　unfortable；　but　they're　not　my　major　concerns。〃
　〃Not　to　worry；〃　said　the　Soviet　Californian。　〃The　instant　anything　unusual　happens　anywhere；　we'll　be　reached。　I'll　roll　up　the　maps。〃
　It　happened　at　precisely　12：02　A。M。　directly　after　the　universal　changing　of　the　guard；　during　the　darkest　darkness　of　the　night。　The　telephone　in　the　missars　Suite　screamed；　propel　ling　Benjamin　off　the　couch。　He　raced　across　the　room　to　the　jangling；　insistent　instrument　and　yanked　it　off　its　cradle。　〃Yes？　。。。　Gdye？　Kogda？　Shto　eto　znachit？　。。。　Da！〃　He　slammed　the　phone　down　and　turned　to　Bourne　at　the　dinner　table；　the　maps　of　Novgorod　having　replaced　the　room…service　dishes。　〃It's　unbelievable。　At　the　Spanish　tunnel…across　the　river　two　guards　are　dead；　and　on　this　side　the　officer　of　the　watch　was　found　fifty　yards　away　from　his　post；　a　bullet　in　his　throat。　They　ran　the　video　tapes　and　all　they　saw　was　an　unidentified　man　walking　through　carrying　a　duffel　bag！　In　a　guard's　uniform！〃
　〃There　was　something　else；　wasn't　there？〃　asked　Delta　coldly。
　〃Yes；　and　you　may　be　right。　On　the　other　side　was　a　dead　farmhand　clutching　torn　papers　in　his　hand。　He　was　lying　between　the　two　murdered　guards；　one　of　them　stripped　to　his　shorts　and　shoes。　。。。　How　did　he　do　it？〃
　〃He　was　the　good　guy；　I　can't　think　of　anything　else；〃　mused　Bourne；　rising　quickly；　and　reaching；　pouncing　on　the　map　of　the　Spanish　pound。　〃He　must　have　sent　in　his　paid　impostor　with　the　rotten　mocked…up　papers；　then　ran　in　himself；　the　wounded　Komitet　officer　at　the　last　moment　exposing　the　fraud　and　speaking　the　foreign　language　which　his　impostor　couldn't　do　and　couldn't　understand。　。。。　I　told　you；　Ben。　Probe；　test；　agitate；　confuse　and　find　a　way　in。　Stealing　a　uniform　is　standard；　and　in　the　confusion　it　got　him　through　the　tunnel。〃
　〃But　anyone　using　those　papers　was　to　be　watched；　followed。　They　were　your　instructions　and　Krupkin　sent　the　word　up　the　line！〃
　〃The　Kubinka；〃　said　Jason；　now　pensive　as　he　studied　the　map。
　〃The　armory？　The　one　mentioned　in　the　news　bulletins　from　Moscow？〃
　〃Exactly。　Just　as　he　had　done　at　the　Kubinka；　Carlos　has　someone　inside　here。　Someone　with　enough　authority　to　order　an　expendable　officer　of　the　guard　to　bring　anyone　penetrating　the　tunnel　to　him　before　sending　out　alarms　and　raising　headquarters。〃
　〃That's　possible；〃　agreed　the　young　trainer　rapidly；　firmly。　〃Involving　headquarters　with　false　alarms　can　be　embarrassing；　and　as　you　say；　there　must　have　been　a　lot　of　confusion。〃
　〃In　Paris；〃　said　Bourne；　glancing　up　from　the　pound　map；　〃I　was　told　that　embarrassment　was　the　KGB's　worst　enemy。　True？〃
　〃On　a　scale　of　one　to　ten；　at　least　eight；〃　replied　Benjamin。　〃But　who　would　he　have　in　here；　who　could　he　have？　He　hasn't　been　here　in　over　thirty　years！〃
　〃If　we　had　a　couple　of　hours　and　a　few　puters　programmed　with　the　records　of　everyone　in　Novgorod；　we　might　be　able　to　feed　in　several　hundred　names　and　e　up　with　possibilities；　but　we　don't　have　hours。　We　don't　even　have　minutes！　Also；　if　I　know　the　Jackal；　it　won't　matter。〃
　〃I　think　it　matters　one　whole　hell　of　a　lot！〃　cried　the　Americanized　Soviet。　〃There's　a　traitor　here　and　we　should　know　who　it　is。〃
　〃My　guess　is　that　you'll　find　out　soon　enough。　。。。　Details；　Ben。　The　point　is；　he's　here！　Let's　go；　and　when　we　get　outside　we　stop　somewhere　and　you　get　me　what　I　need。〃
　〃Okay。〃
　〃Everything　I　need。〃
　〃I'm　cleared　for　that。〃
　〃And　then　you　disappear。　I　know　what　I'm　talking　about。〃
　〃No　way；　José！〃
　〃California　checking　in　again？〃
　〃You　heard　me。〃
　〃Then　young　Benjamin's　mother　may　find　a　corpse　for　a　son　when　she　gets　back　to　Moscow。〃
　〃So　be　it！〃
　〃So　be　。。。　？　Why　did　you　have　to　say　that？〃
　〃I　don't　know。　It　just　seemed　right。〃
　〃Shut　up！　Let's　get　out　of　here。〃
　
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　Ilich　Ramirez　Sanchez　snapped　his　fingers　twice　in　the　shadows　as　he　climbed　the　short　steps　of　the　miniaturized　entrance　to　a　small　church　in　〃Madrid's〃　Paseo　del　Prado；　the　duffel　bag　in　his　left　hand。　From　behind　a　fluted　mock　pillar　a　figure　emerged；　a　heavyset　man　in　his　early　sixties　who　walked　partially　into　the　dim　light　of　a　distant　streetlamp。　He　was　dressed　in　the　uniform　of　a　Spanish　army　officer；　a　lieutenant　general　with　three　rows　of　ribbons　affixed　to　his　tunic。　He　was　carrying　a　leather　suitcase；　he　raised　it　slightly　and　spoke　in　the　pound's　language。
　〃e　inside；　to　the　vestry。　You　can　change　there。　That　ill…fitting　guard's　jacket　is　an　invitation　for　sharpshooters。〃
　〃It's　good　to　speak　our　language　again；〃　said　Carlos；　following　the　man　inside　the　tiny　church　and　turning　stiffly　to　close　the　heavy　door。　〃I'm　in　your　debt；　Enrique；〃　he　added；　glancing　around　at　the　empty　rows　of　pews　and　the　soft　lights　playing　upon　the　altar；　the　gold　crucifix　gleaming。