rl.thebourneultimatum-第117节

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You've　sold　us　anything　we've　wanted　or　needed　for　years；　including　every　major　item　on　your　government's　restricted　lists　under　so　many　names　our　puters　broke　down　trying　to　keep　track　of　them。〃
　〃No　proof。〃　insisted　the　Wall　Street　attorney　emphatically。
　〃I'm　not　interested　in　such　proof；　Counselor。　I'm　only　interested　in　the　names　I　mentioned　to　you。　In　order；　they　are　Admiral　Holland；　Alexander　Conklin；　Dr。　Panov　and；　lastly；　Jason　Bourne　and　his　wife。　Please　tell　me　about　them。〃
　〃Why？〃　pleaded　Ogilvie。　〃I've　just　explained　they　have　nothing　to　do　with　you　and　me；　nothing　to　do　with　our　arrangements！〃
　〃We　think　they　might　have；　so　why　not　start　with　Admiral　Holland？〃
　〃Oh；　for　God's　sake　。。。　！〃　The　agitated　lawyer　shook　his　head　back　and　forth；　stammered　several　times　and　let　the　words　rush　out。　〃Holland…all　right；　you'll　see。　。。。　We　recruited　a　man　at　the　CIA；　an　analyst　named　DeSole　who　panicked　and　wanted　to　sever　his　relations　with　us。　Naturally；　we　couldn't　permit　that；　so　we　had　him　eliminated…professionally　eliminated…as　we　were　forced　to　do　with　several　others　who　we　believed　were　dangerously　unstable。　Holland　may　have　had　his　suspicions　and　probably　speculated　on　foul　play；　but　he　couldn't　do　any　more　than　speculate…the　professionals　we　employed　left　no　traces；　they　never　do。〃
　〃Very　well；〃　said　Sulikov；　holding　his　place　by　the　mantel　and　gazing　down　at　the　nervous　Ogilvie。　〃Next；　Alexander　Conklin。〃
　〃He's　a　former　CIA　station　chief　and　tied　in　with　Panov；　a　psychiatrist…they're　both　connected　to　the　man　they　call　Jason　Bourne　and　his　wife。　They　go　back　years；　to　Saigon；　in　fact。　You　see；　we　had　been　penetrated；　several　of　our　people　were　reached　and　threatened；　and　DeSole　came　to　the　conclusion　that　this　Bourne；　with　Conklin's　help；　was　the　one　responsible　for　the　penetration。〃
　〃How　could　he　do　that？〃
　〃I　don't　know。　I　only　know　that　he　has　to　be　eliminated　and　our　professionals　have　accepted　the　contract…contracts。　They　all　have　to　go。〃
　〃You　mentioned　Saigon。〃
　〃Bourne　was　part　of　the　old　Medusa；〃　admitted　Ogilvie　quietly。　〃And　like　most　of　that　crowd　in　the　field；　a　thieving　misfit。　。。。　It　could　be　something　as　simple　as　his　having　recognized　someone　from　twenty　years　ago。　The　story　DeSole　heard　was　that　this　trash　Bourne…that's　not　his　real　name；　incidentally…was　actually　trained　by　the　Agency　to　pose　as　an　international　assassin　for　the　purpose　of　drawing　out　a　killer　they　call　the　Jackal。　Ultimately；　the　strategy　failed　and　Bourne　was　pensioned　off…gold…watch　time。　'Thanks　for　trying；　old　sport；　but　it's　over　now。'　Obviously；　he　wanted　a　great　deal　more　than　that；　so　he　came　after　us。　。。。　You　can　see　now；　can't　you？　The　two　issues　are　pletely　separate；　there's　no　linkage。　One　has　nothing　to　do　with　the　other。〃
　The　Russian　unclasped　his　hands　and　took　a　step　forward　away　from　the　mantel。　His　expression　was　more　one　of　concern　than　of　alarm。　〃Can　you　really　be　so　blind；　or　is　your　vision　so　tunneled　that　you　see　nothing　but　your　enterprise？〃
　〃I　reject　your　insult　out　of　hand。　What　the　hell　are　you　talking　about？〃
　〃The　connection　is　there　because　it　was　engineered；　created　for　one　purpose　only。　You　were　merely　a　by…product；　a　side　issue　that　suddenly　became　immensely　important　to　the　authorities。〃
　〃I　don't　。。。　understand；〃　whispered　Ogilvie；　his　face　growing　pale。
　〃You　just　said　'a　killer　they　call　the　Jackal；'　and　before　that　you　alluded　to　Bourne　as　a　relatively　insignificant　rogue　agent　trained　to　pose　as　an　assassin；　a　strategy　that　failed；　so　he　was　pensioned　off…'gold…watch　time；'　I　believe　you　said。〃
　〃It's　what　I　was　told…〃
　〃And　what　else　were　you　told　about　Carlos　the　Jackal？　About　the　man　who　uses　the　name　Jason　Bourne？　What　do　you　know　about　them？〃
　〃Very　little；　frankly。　Two　aging　killers；　scum　who've　been　stalking　each　other　for　years。　Again；　frankly；　who　gives　a　damn？　My　only　concern　is　the　plete　confidentiality　of　our　organization…which　you've　seen　fit　to　question。〃
　〃You　still　don't　see；　do　you？〃
　〃See　what；　for　God's　sake？〃
　〃Bourne　may　not　be　the　lowly　scum　you　think　he　is；　not　when　you　consider　his　associates。〃
　〃Please　be　clearer；〃　said　Ogilvie　in　a　flat　monotone。
　〃He's　using　Medusa　to　hunt　the　Jackal。〃
　〃Impossible！　That　Medusa　was　destroyed　years　ago　in　Saigon！〃
　〃Obviously　he　thought　otherwise。　Would　you　care　to　remove　your　well…tailored　jacket；　roll　up　your　sleeve；　and　display　the　small　tattoo　on　your　inner　forearm？〃
　〃No　relevance！　A　mark　of　honor　in　a　war　no　one　supported；　but　we　had　to　fight！〃
　〃Oh；　e；　Counselor。　From　the　piers　and　the　supply　depots　in　Saigon？　Stealing　your　forces　blind　and　routing　couriers　to　the　banks　in　Switzerland。　Medals　aren't　issued　for　those　heroics。〃
　〃Pure　speculation　without　foundation！〃　exclaimed　Ogilvie。
　〃Tell　that　to　Jason　Bourne；　a　graduate　of　the　original　Snake　Lady。　。。。　Oh；　yes；　Counselor；　he　looked　for　you　and　he　found　you　and　he's　using　you　to　go　after　the　Jackal。〃
　〃For　Christ's　sake；　how？〃
　〃I　honestly　don't　know；　but　you'd　better　read　these。〃　The　consul　general　crossed　rapidly　to　the　hotel　desk；　picked　up　a　sheaf　of　stapled　typewritten　pages；　and　brought　them　over　to　Bryce　Ogilvie。　〃These　are　decoded　telephone　conversations　that　took　place　four　hours　ago　at　our　embassy　in　Paris。　The　identities　are　established；　the　destinations　as　well。　Read　them　carefully；　Counselor；　then　render　me　your　legal　opinion。〃
　The　celebrated　attorney；　the　Ice…Cold　Ogilvie；　grabbed　the　papers　and　with　swift；　practiced　eyes　began　reading。　As　he　flipped　from　one　page　to　another；　the　blood　drained　from　his　face　to　the　pallor　of　death。　〃My　God；　they　know　it　all。　My　offices　are　wired！　How？　Why？　It's　insane！　We're　impenetrable！〃
　〃Again；　I　suggest　you　tell　that　to　Jason　Bourne　and　his　old　friend　and　station　chief　from　Saigon；　Alexander　Conklin。　They　found　you。〃
　〃They　couldn't　have！〃　roared　Ogilvie。　〃We　paid　off　or　eliminated　everyone　in　Snake　Lady　who　even　suspected　the　extent　of　our　activities。　Jesus；　there　weren't　that　many　and　goddamned　few　in　the　field！　I　told　you；　they　were　scum　and　we　knew　better…they　were　the　thieves　of　the　world　and　wanted　for　crimes　all　over　Australia　and　the　Far　East。　The　ones　in　bat　we　knew　and　we　reached！〃
　〃You　missed　a　couple；　I　believe；〃　observed　Sulikov。
　The　lawyer　returned　to　the　typed　pages；　beads　of　sweat　rolling　down　his　temples。　〃God　in　heaven；　I'm　ruined；〃　he　whispered；　choking。
　〃The　thought　occurred　to　me；〃　said　the　Soviet　consul　general　of　New　York；　〃but　then；　there　are　always　options；　aren't　there？　。。。　Naturally；　there's　only　one　course　of　action　for　us。　Like　much　of　the　continent；　we　were　taken　in　by　ruthless　capitalist　privateers。　Lambs　led　to　the　slaughter　on　the　altars　of　greed　as　this　American　cartel　of　financial　plunderers　cornered　markets；　selling　inferior　goods　and　services　at　inflated　prices；　claiming　by　way　of　false　documents　to　have　Washington's　approval　to　deliver　thousands　of　restricted　items　to　us　and　our　satellites。〃
　〃You　son　of　a　bitch！〃　exploded　Ogilvie。　〃You…all　of　you…cooperated　every　step　of　the　way。　You　brokered　millions　for　us　out　of　the　bloc　countries；　rerouted；　renamed…Christ；　repainted…ships　throughout　the　Mediterranean；　the　Aegean；　up　the　Bosporus　and　into　Marmara；　to　say　nothing　about　ports　in　the　Baltic！〃
　〃Prove　it；　Counselor；〃　said　Sulikov；　laughing　quietly。　〃If　you　wish；　I　could　make　a　laudable　case　for　your　defection。　Moscow　would　wele　your　expertise。〃
　〃What？〃　cried　the　attorney　as　panic　spread　across　his　face。
　〃Well；　you　certainly　can't　stay　here　an　hour　longer　than　absolutely　necessary。　Read　those　words；　Mr。　Ogilvie。　You're　in　the　last　stages　of　electronic　surveillance　before　being　picked　up　by　the　authorities。〃
　〃Oh；　my　God…〃
　〃You　might　try　to　operate　from　Hong　Kong　or　Macao…they'd　wele　your　money；　but　with　the　problems　they　currently　have　with　the　Mainland's　markets　and　the　Sino…British　Treaty　of　'97；　they'd　probably　frown　on　your　indictments。　I'd　say　Switzerland's　out；　the　reciprocal　laws　are　so　narrow　these　days；　as　Vesco　found　out。　Ahh；　Vesco。　You　could　join　him　in　Cuba。〃
　〃Stop　it！〃　yelled　Ogilvie。
　〃Then　again　you　could　turn　state's　evidence；　there's　so　much　to　unravel。　They　might　even　take；　say；　ten　years　off　your　thirty…year　sentence。〃
　〃Goddamn　it；　I'll　kill　you！〃
　The　bedroom　door　suddenly　opened　as　a　consulate　guard　appeared；　his　hand　menacingly　under　his　jacket。　The　attorney　had　lurched　to　his　feet；　trembling　helplessly；　he　returned　to　the　chair　and　leaned　forward；　his　head　in　his　hands。
　〃Such　behavior　would　not　be　looked　upon　favorably；〃　said　Sulikov。　〃e；　Counselor；　it's　a　time　for　cool　heads；　not　emotional　outbursts。〃
　〃How　the　hell　can　you　say　that？〃　asked　Ogilvie；　a　catch　in　his　voice；　a　prelude　to　tears。　〃I'm　finished。〃
　〃That's　a　harsh　judgment　from　such　a　resourceful　man　as　you。　I　mean　it。　It's　true　you　can't　remain　here；　but　still　your　resources　are　immense。　Act　from　that　position　of　strength。　Force　concessions；　it's　the　art　of　survival。　Eventually　the　authorities　will　see　the　value　of　your　contributions　as　they　did　with　Boesky；　Levine　and　several　dozen　others　who　endure　their　minimal　sentences　playing　tennis　and　backgammon　while　still　possessing　fortunes。　Try　it。〃
　〃H