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ess　and　occupation　unknown。〃
　〃Do　you　know　what　you're　saying；　Alex？〃
　〃You're　goddamned　right　I　do。　。。。　It's　Carlos。　Carlos　the　Jackal。　Get　out　of　here；　Doctor。　Reach　your　former　patient　and　tell　him　to　disappear！〃
　〃Then　what's　he　to　do？〃
　〃I　don't　have　many　friends；　certainly　no　one　I　trust；　but　you　do。　Give　him　the　name　of　somebody…say；　one　of　your　medical　buddies　who　gets　urgent　calls　from　his　patients　the　way　I　used　to　call　you。　Tell　David　to　reach　him　or　her　when　he's　secure。　Give　him　a　code。〃
　〃A　code？〃
　〃Jesus；　Mo；　use　your　head！　An　alias；　a　Jones　or　a　Smith…〃
　〃They're　rather　mon　names…〃
　〃Then　Schicklgruber　or　Moskowitz；　whatever　you　like！　Just　tell　him　to　let　us　know　where　he　is。〃
　〃I　understand。〃
　〃Now　get　out　of　here；　and　don't　go　home！　。。。　Take　a　room　at　the　Brookshire　in　Baltimore　under　the　name　of…Morris；　Phillip　Morris。　I'll　meet　you　there　later。〃
　〃What　are　you　going　to　do？〃
　〃Something　I　hate。　。。。　Without　my　cane　I'm　buying　a　ticket　for　this　fucking　roller　coaster。　Nobody'll　look　for　a　cripple　on　one　of　these　things。　It　scares　the　hell　out　of　me；　but　it's　a　logical　exit　even　if　I　have　to　stay　on　the　damn　thing　all　night。　。。。　Now　get　out　of　here！　Hurry！〃
　The　station　wagon　raced　south　down　a　backcountry　road　through　the　hills　of　New　Hampshire　toward　the　Massachusetts　border；　the　driver　a　long…framed　man；　his　sharp…featured　face　intense；　the　muscles　of　his　jaw　pulsating；　his　clear　light…blue　eyes　furious。　Beside　him　sat　his　strikingly　attractive　wife；　the　reddish　glow　of　her　auburn　hair　heightened　by　the　dashboard　lights。　In　her　arms　was　an　infant；　a　baby　girl　of　eight　months；　in　the　first　backseat　was　another　child；　a　blond…haired　boy　of　five；　asleep　under　a　blanket；　a　portable　guardrail　protecting　him　from　sudden　stops。　The　father　was　David　Webb；　professor　of　Oriental　studies；　but　once　part　of　the　notorious；　unspoken…of　Medusa；　twice　the　legend　that　was　Jason　Bourne…assassin。
　〃We　knew　it　had　to　happen；〃　said　Marie　St。　Jacques　Webb；　Canadian　by　birth；　economist　by　profession；　savior　of　David　Webb　by　accident。　〃It　was　merely　a　question　of　time。〃
　〃It's　crazy！〃　David　whispered　so　as　not　to　wake　the　children；　his　intensity　in　no　way　diminished　by　his　whisper。　〃Everything's　buried；　maximum　archive　security　and　all　the　rest　of　that　crap！　How　did　anyone　find　Alex　and　Mo？〃
　〃We　don't　know；　but　Alex　will　start　looking。　There's　no　one　better　than　Alex；　you　said　that　yourself…〃
　〃He's　marked　now…he's　a　dead　man；〃　interrupted　Webb　grimly。
　〃That's　premature；　David。　'He's　the　best　there　ever　was；'　those　were　your　words。〃
　〃The　only　time　he　wasn't　was　thirteen　years　ago　in　Paris。〃
　〃Because　you　were　better…〃
　〃No！　Because　I　didn't　know　who　I　was；　and　he　was　operating　on　prior　data　that　I　didn't　know　a　damn　thing　about。　He　assumed　it　was　me　out　there；　but　I　didn't　know　me；　so　I　couldn't　act　according　to　his　script。　。。。　He's　still　the　best。　He　saved　both　our　lives　in　Hong　Kong。〃
　〃Then　you're　saying　what　I'm　saying；　aren't　you？　We're　in　good　hands。〃
　〃Alex's；　yes。　Not　Mo's。　That　poor　beautiful　man　is　dead。　They'll　take　him　and　break　him！〃
　〃He'd　go　to　his　grave　before　giving　anyone　information　about　us。〃
　〃He　won't　have　a　choice。　They'll　shoot　him　up　to　the　moon　with　Amytals　and　his　whole　life　will　be　on　tape。　Then　they'll　kill　him　and　e　after　me　。。。　after　us；　which　is　why　you　and　the　kids　are　heading　south；　way　south。　The　Caribbean。〃
　〃I'll　send　them；　darling。　Not　me。〃
　〃Will　you　stop　it！　We　agreed　when　Jamie　was　born。　It's　why　we　got　the　place　down　there；　why　we　damn　near　bought　your　kid　brother's　soul　to　look　after　it　for　us。　。。。　Also；　he's　done　pretty　damn　well。　We　now　own　half　interest　in　a　flourishing　inn　down　a　dirt　road　on　an　island　nobody　ever　heard　of　until　that　Canadian　hustler　landed　therein　a　seaplane。〃
　〃Johnny　was　always　the　aggressive　type。　Dad　once　said　he　could　sell　a　broken…down　heifer　as　a　prime　steer　and　no　one　would　check　the　parts。〃
　〃The　point　is　he　loves　you　。。。　and　the　kids。　I'm　also　counting　on　that　wild　man's…　Never　mind；　I　trust　Johnny。〃
　〃While　you're　trusting　so　much　in　my　younger　brother；　don't　trust　your　sense　of　direction。　You　just　passed　the　turn　to　the　cabin。〃
　〃Goddamn　it！〃　cried　Webb；　braking　the　car　and　swerving　around。　〃Tomorrow！　You　and　Jamie　and　Alison　are　heading　out　of　Logan　Airport。　To　the　island！〃
　〃We'll　discuss　it；　David。〃
　〃There's　nothing　to　discuss。〃　Webb　breathed　deeply；　steadily；　imposing　a　strange　control。　〃I've　been　here　before；〃　he　said　quietly。
　Marie　looked　at　her　husband；　his　suddenly　passive　face　outlined　in　the　dim　wash　of　the　dashboard　lights。　What　she　saw　frightened　her　far　more　than　the　specter　of　the　Jackal。　She　was　not　looking　at　David　Webb　the　soft…spoken　scholar。　She　was　staring　at　a　man　they　both　thought　had　disappeared　from　their　lives　forever。
　
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　Alexander　Conklin　gripped　his　cane　as　he　limped　into　the　conference　room　at　the　Central　Intelligence　Agency　in　Langley；　Virginia。　He　stood　facing　a　long　impressive　table；　large　enough　to　seat　thirty　people；　but　instead　there　were　only　three；　the　man　at　the　head　the　gray…haired　DCI；　director　of　Central　Intelligence。　Neither　he　nor　his　two　highest…ranking　deputy　directors　appeared　pleased　to　see　Conklin。　The　greetings　were　perfunctory；　and　rather　than　taking　his　obviously　assigned　seat　next　to　the　CIA　official　on　the　DCI's　left；　Conklin　pulled　out　the　chair　at　the　far　end　of　the　table；　sat　down；　and　with　a　sharp　noise　slapped　his　cane　against　the　edge。
　〃Now　that　we've　said　hello；　can　we　cut　the　crap；　gentlemen？〃
　〃That's　hardly　a　courteous　or　an　amiable　way　to　begin；　Mr。　Conklin；〃　observed　the　director。
　〃Neither　courtesy　nor　amiability　is　on　my　mind　just　now；　sir。　I　just　want　to　know　why　airtight　Four　Zero　regulations　were　ignored　and　maximum…classified　information　was　released　that　endangers　a　number　of　lives；　including　mine！〃
　〃That's　outrageous；　Alex！〃　interrupted　one　of　the　two　associates。
　〃Totally　inaccurate！〃　added　the　other。　〃It　couldn't　happen　and　you　know　it！〃
　〃I　don't　know　it　and　it　did　happen　and　I'll　tell　you　what's　outrageously　accurate；〃　said　Conklin　angrily。　〃A　man's　out　there　with　a　wife　and　two　children；　a　man　this　country　and　a　large　part　of　the　world　owe　more　to　than　anyone　could　ever　repay；　and　he's　running；　hiding；　frightened　out　of　his　mind　that　he　and　his　family　are　targets。　We　gave　that　man　our　word；　all　of　us；　that　no　part　of　the　official　record　would　ever　see　the　light　of　day　until　it　was　confirmed　beyond　doubt　that　Rich　Ramirez　Sanchez；　also　known　as　Carlos　the　Jackal；　was　dead。　。。。　All　right；　I've　heard　the　same　rumors　you　have；　probably　from　the　same　or　much　better　sources；　that　the　Jackal　was　killed　here　or　executed　there；　but　no　one…repeat　no　one…has　e　forward　with　indisputable　proof。　。。。　Yet　a　part　of　that　file　was　leaked；　a　very　vital　part；　and　it　concerns　me　deeply　because　my　name　is　there。　。。。　Mine　and　Dr。　Morris　Panov；　the　chief　psychiatrist　of　record。　We　were　the　only…repeat　only…two　individuals　acknowledged　to　have　been　close　associates　of　the　unknown　man　who　assumed　the　name　of　Jason　Bourne；　considered　in　more　sectors　than　we　can　count　to　be　the　rival　of　Carlos　in　the　killing　game。　。。。　But　that　information　is　buried　in　the　vaults　here　in　Langley。　How　did　it　get　out？　According　to　the　rules；　if　anyone　wants　any　part　of　that　record…from　the　White　House　to　the　State　Department　to　the　holy　Joint　Chiefs…he　has　to　go　through　the　offices　of　the　director　and　his　chief　analysts　right　here　at　Langley。　They　have　to　be　briefed　on　all　the　details　of　the　request；　and　even　if　they're　satisfied　as　to　the　legitimacy；　there's　a　final　step。　Me。　Before　a　release　is　signed；　I'm　to　be　contacted；　and　in　the　event　I'm　not　around　any　longer；　Dr。　Panov　is　to　be　reached；　either　one　of　us　legally　empowered　to　turn　the　request　down　flat。　。。。　That's　the　way　it　is；　gentlemen；　and　no　one　knows　the　rules　better　than　I　do　because　I'm　the　one　who　wrote　them…again　right　here　at　Langley；　because　this　was　the　place　I　knew　best。　After　twenty…eight　years　in　this　corkscrew　business；　it　was　my　final　contribution…with　the　full　authority　of　the　president　of　the　United　States　and　the　consent　of　Congress　through　the　select　mittees　on　intelligence　in　the　House　and　the　Senate。〃
　〃That's　heavy　artillery；　Mr。　Conklin；〃　mented　the　gray…haired　director；　sitting　motionless；　his　voice　flat；　neutral。
　〃There　were　heavy　reasons　for　pulling　out　the　cannons。〃
　〃So　I　gather。　One　of　the　sixteen…inchers　reached　me。〃
　〃You're　damned　right　he　did。　Now；　there's　the　question　of　accountability。　I　want　to　know　how　that　information　surfaced　and；　most　important；　who　got　it。〃
　Both　deputy　directors　began　talking　at　once；　as　angrily　as　Alex；　but　they　were　stopped　by　the　DCI；　who　touched　their　arms；　a　pipe　in　one　hand；　a　lighter　in　the　other。　〃Slow　down　and　back　up；　Mr。　Conklin；〃　said　the　director　gently；　lighting　his　pipe。　〃It's　obvious　that　you　know　my　two　associates；　but　you　and　I　never　met；　have　we？〃
　〃No。　I　resigned　four　and　a　half　years　ago；　and　you　were　appointed　a　year　after　that。〃
　〃Like　many　others…quite　justifiably；　I　think…did　you　consider　me　a　crony　appointment？〃
　〃You　obviously　were；　but　I　had　no　trouble　with　that。　You　seemed　qualified。　As　far　as　I　could　tell；　you　were　an　apolitical　Annapolis　admiral　who　ran　naval　intelligence　and　who　just　happened　to　work　with　an　FMF　marine　colonel　during　the　Vietnam　War　who　became　president。　Others　were　passed　over；　but　that　happens。　No　sweat。〃
　〃Thank　you。　But　do　you　have　any　'sweat'　with　my　two　deputy　directors？〃
　〃It's　history；　but　I　can't　say　either　one　of　them　was　considered　the　best　friend　an　agent　in　the　field　ever　had。　They　were　analysts；　not　field　men。〃
　〃Isn't　that　a　natural　aversion；　a　conventional　hostility？〃
　〃Of　course　it　is。　They　analyzed　situations　from　thousands　of　miles　away　with　puters　we　didn't　know　who　programmed　and　with　data　we　hadn't　passed　on。　You're　damned　right　it's　a　natural　aversion。　We　dealt　with　human　quotients；　they　didn't。　They　dealt　with　little　green　letters　on　a　puter　screen　and　made　decisions　they　frequently　shouldn't　have　made。〃
　〃Because　people　like　you　had　to　be　controlled；〃　interjected　the　deputy　on　the　director's　right。　〃How　many　times；　even　today；　do　men