rl.thebourneultimatum-第122节

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is　weapon　gripped　in　his　right　hand；　his　body　prone；　tense；　prepared　to　kill…if　the　years　would　permit　it。　They　had　to　permit　it！
　He　crawled　through　the　gate　he　had　opened　for　Marie　and　spun　on　the　ground　to　his　right；　scrambling　along　the　fence。　He　was　Delta…of　Saigon's　Medusa　。。。　he　could　do　it！　There　was　no　friendly　jungle　now；　but　there　was　everything　he　could　use…Delta　could　use…the　darkness；　the　intermittent　blocks　of　shadows　from　the　myriad　clouds　intercepting　the　moonlight。　Use　everything！　It　was　what　you　were　trained　to　do　。。。　so　many　years　ago…so　many。　Forget　it；　forget　time！　Do　it！　The　animal　only　yards　away　wants　you　dead…your　wife　dead；　your　children　dead。　Dead！
　It　was　the　quickness　born　of　pure　fury　that　propelled　him；　obsessed　him；　and　he　knew　that　to　win　he　had　to　win　quickly；　with　all　the　speed　that　was　in　him。　He　crept　swiftly　along　the　fence　that　enclosed　the　airfield；　and　past　the　corner　of　the　terminal；　prepared　for　the　instant　of　exposure。　The　lethal　submachine　gun　was　still　gripped　in　his　hand；　his　index　finger　now　on　the　trigger。　There　was　a　cluster　of　wild　shrubbery　preceding　two　thick　trees　no　more　than　thirty　feet　away；　if　he　could　reach　them；　the　advantage　was　his。　He　would　have　the　〃high　ground；〃　the　Jackal　in　the　valley　of　death；　if　only　because　he　was　behind　the　assassin　and　unseen。
　He　reached　the　shrubbery。　And　at　the　moment　he　heard　a　massive　smashing　of　glass　followed　by　yet　another　fusillade…this　time　so　prolonged　that　the　entire　magazine　had　to　have　been　emptied。　He　had　not　been　seen；　the　figure　by　the　window　had　backed　away　to　reload；　his　concentration　on　that　task；　not　on　the　possibility　of　an　escape。　Carlos；　too；　was　growing　old　and　losing　his　finesse；　thought　Jason　Bourne。　Where　were　the　flares　intrinsic　to　such　an　operation？　Where　were　the　alert；　roving　eyes　that　loaded　weapons　in　total　darkness？
　Darkness。　A　cloud　cover　blocked　the　yellow　rays　of　the　moon；　there　was　darkness。　He　vaulted　over　the　fence；　concealing　himself　behind　the　shrubbery；　then　raced　to　the　first　of　the　two　trees　where　he　could　stand　upright；　view　the　scene　and　consider　his　options。
　Something　was　wrong。　There　was　a　primitiveness　he　could　not　associate　with　the　Jackal。　The　assassin　had　isolated　the　terminal；　ad　valorem；　and　the　price　was　high；　but　there　was　an　absence　of　the　finer　points　of　the　deadly　equation。　The　subtlety　was　not　there；　instead；　there　was　a　brute　force；　hardly　to　be　denied；　but　not　when　employed　against　the　man　they　called　Jason　Bourne　who　had　escaped　from　the　trap。
　The　figure　by　the　shattered　window　had　spent　his　ammunition；　he　reeled　back　against　the　building；　pulling　another　magazine　out　of　his　pocket。　Jason　raced　out　of　the　cover　of　the　trees；　his　MAC…10　on　automatic　fire；　exploding　the　dirt　in　front　of　the　killer；　then　circling　the　bullets　around　his　frame。
　〃That's　it！〃　he　shouted；　closing　in　on　the　assassin。　〃You're　dead；　Carlos；　with　one　pull　of　my　finger…if　you　are　the　Jackal！〃
　The　man　by　the　shattered　window　threw　down　his　weapon。　〃I　am　not　he；　Mr。　Bourne；〃　said　the　executioner　from　Larchmont；　New　York。　〃We've　met　before；　but　I　am　not　the　person　you　think　I　am。〃
　〃Hit　the　ground；　you　son　of　a　bitch！〃　The　killer　did　so　as　Jason　approached。　〃Spread　your　legs　and　your　arms！〃　The　mand　was　obeyed。　〃Raise　your　head！〃
　The　man　did　so；　and　Bourne　stared　at　the　face；　vaguely　illuminated　by　the　distant　glow　of　the　amber　lights　on　the　airfield's　runway。　〃You　see　now？〃　said　Mario。　〃I'm　not　who　you　think　I　am。〃
　〃My　God；〃　whispered　Jason；　his　incredulity　all　too　apparent。　〃You　were　in　the　driveway　in　Manassas；　Virginia。　You　tried　to　kill　Cactus；　then　me！〃
　〃Contracts；　Mr。　Bourne；　nothing　more。〃
　〃What　about　the　tower？　The　air　controller　here　in　the　tower！〃
　〃I　do　not　kill　indiscriminately。　Once　the　plane　from　Poitiers　was　given　clearance　to　land；　I　told　him　to　leave。　。。。　Forgive　me；　but　your　wife　was　also　on　the　list。　Fortunately；　as　she　is　a　mother；　it　was　beyond　my　abilities。〃
　〃Who　the　hell　are　you？〃
　〃I　just　told　you。　A　contract　employee。〃
　〃I've　seen　better。〃
　〃I'm　not；　perhaps；　in　your　league；　but　I　serve　my　organization　well。〃
　〃Jesus；　you're　Medusa！〃
　〃I've　heard　the　name；　but　that's　all　I　can　tell　you。　。。。　Let　me　make　one　thing　clear；　Mr。　Bourne。　I　will　not　leave　my　wife　a　widow；　or　my　children　orphans　for　the　sake　of　a　contract。　That　position　simply　isn't　viable。　They　mean　too　much　to　me。〃
　〃You'll　spend　a　hundred　and　fifty　years　in　prison；　and　that's　only　if　you're　prosecuted　in　a　state　that　doesn't　have　the　death　penalty。〃
　〃Not　with　what　I　know；　Mr。　Bourne。　My　family　and　I　will　be　well　taken　care　of…a　new　name；　perhaps　a　nice　farm　in　the　Dakotas　or　Wyoming。　You　see；　I　knew　this　moment　had　to　e。〃
　〃What's　e　now；　you　bastard；　is　that　a　friend　of　mine　inside　there　is　shot　up！　You　did　it！〃
　〃A　truce；　then？〃　said　Mario。
　〃What　the　hell　do　you　mean　by　that？〃
　〃I　have　a　very　fast　car　a　half　mile　away。〃　The　killer　from　Larchmont；　New　York；　pulled　a　square　instrument　from　his　belt。　〃It　can　be　here　in　less　than　a　minute。　I'm　sure　the　driver　knows　the　nearest　hospital。〃
　〃Do　it！〃
　〃It's　done；　Jason　Bourne；〃　said　Mario；　pressing　a　button。
　Morris　Panov　had　been　rolled　into　the　operating　room；　Louis　DeFazio　was　still　on　a　gurney；　as　it　was　determined　that　his　wound　was　superficial。　And　through　back…channel　negotiations　between　Washington　and　Quai　d'Orsay；　the　criminal　known　only　as　Mario　was　securely　in　the　custody　of　the　American　embassy　in　Paris。
　A　white…frocked　doctor　came　out　into　the　hospital's　waiting　room；　both　Conklin　and　Bourne　got　to　their　feet；　frightened。　〃I　will　not　pretend　to　be　a　bearer　of　glad　tidings；〃　said　the　physician　in　French；　〃for　it　would　be　quite　wrong。　Both　lungs　of　your　friend　were　punctured；　as　well　as　the　wall　of　his　heart。　He　has　at　best　a　forty…sixty　chance　of　survival…against　him；　I'm　afraid。　Still；　he　is　a　strong…willed　man　who　wants　to　live。　At　times　that　means　more　than　all　the　medical　negatives。　What　else　can　I　tell　you？〃
　〃Thank　you；　Doctor。〃　Jason　turned　away。
　〃I　have　to　use　a　telephone；〃　said　Alex　to　the　surgeon。　〃I　should　go　to　our　embassy；　but　I　haven't　the　time。　Do　I　have　any　guarantee　that　I　won't　be　tapped；　overheard？〃
　〃I　imagine　you　have　every　guarantee；〃　replied　the　physician。　〃We　wouldn't　know　how　to　do　it。　Use　my　office；　please。〃
　〃Peter？〃
　〃Alex！〃　cried　Holland　from　Langley；　Virginia。　〃Everything　go　all　right？　Did　Marie　get　off？〃
　〃To　answer　your　first　question；　no；　everything　did　not　go　all　right；　and　as　far　as　Marie　goes；　you　can　expect　a　panicked　phone　call　from　her　the　minute　she　reaches　Marseilles。　That　pilot　won't　touch　his　radio。〃
　〃What？〃
　〃Tell　her　we're　okay；　that　David's　not　hurt…〃
　〃What　are　you　talking　about？〃　broke　in　the　director　of　Central　Intelligence。
　〃We　were　ambushed　while　waiting　for　the　plane　from　Poitiers。　I'm　afraid　Mo　Panov's　in　bad　shape；　so　bad　I　don't　want　to　think　about　it　right　now。　We're　in　a　hospital　and　the　doctor's　not　encouraging。〃
　〃Oh；　God；　Alex；　I'm　sorry。〃
　〃In　his　own　way；　Mo's　a　fighter。　I'll　still　bet　on　him。　Incidentally；　don't　tell　Marie。　She　thinks　too　much。〃
　〃Of　course　not。　Is　there　anything　I　can　do？〃
　〃Yes；　there　is；　Peter。　You　can　tell　me　why　Medusa's　here　in　Paris。〃
　〃In　Paris？　It's　not　according　to　everything　I　know　and　I　know　a　hell　of　a　lot。〃
　〃Our　identification's　positive。　The　two　guns　that　hit　us　an　hour　ago　were　sent　over　by　Medusa。　We've　even　got　a　confession　of　sorts。〃
　〃I　don't　understand！〃　protested　Holland。　〃Paris　never　entered　into　our　thinking。　There's　no　linkage　in　the　scenario。〃
　〃Sure；　there　is；〃　contradicted　the　former　station　chief。　〃You　said　it　yourself。　You　called　it　a　self…fulfilling　prophecy；　remember？　The　ultimate　logic　that　Bourne　conceived　as　a　theory。　Medusa　joining　up　with　the　Jackal；　the　target　Jason　Bourne。〃
　〃That's　the　point；　Alex。　It　was　only　a　theory；　hypothetically　convincing；　but　still　just　a　theory；　the　basis　for　a　sound　strategy。　But　it　never　happened。〃
　〃It　obviously　did。〃
　〃Not　from　this　end。　As　far　as　we're　concerned；　Medusa's　now　in　Moscow。〃
　〃Moscow？〃　Conklin　nearly　dropped　the　phone　on　the　doctor's　desk。
　〃That's　right。　We've　concentrated　on　Ogilvie's　law　firm　in　New　York；　tapping　everything　that　could　be　tapped。　Somehow…and　we　don't　know　how…Ogilvie　was　tipped　off　and　got　out　of　the　country。　He　took　an　Aeroflot　to　Moscow；　and　the　rest　of　his　family　headed　to　Marrakesh。〃
　〃Ogilvie　。。。　？〃　Alex　could　barely　be　heard；　frowning；　his　memory　peeled　away　the　years。　〃From　Saigon？　A　legal　officer　from　Saigon？〃
　〃That's　right。　We're　convinced　he　runs　Medusa。〃
　〃And　you　withheld　that　information　from　me？〃
　〃Only　the　name　of　the　firm。　I　told　you　we　had　our　priorities　and　you　had　yours。　For　us；　Medusa　came　first。〃
　〃You　simple　swab　jockey！〃　exploded　Conklin。　〃I　know　Ogilvie…more　precisely；　I　knew　him。　Let　me　tell　you　what　they　called　him　in　Saigon：　Ice…Cold　Ogilvie；　the　smoothest…talking　legal　scumball　in　Vietnam。　With　a　few　subpoenas　and　some　research；　I　could　have　told　you　where　a　few　of　his　courtroom　skeletons　were　buried…you　blew　it！　You　could　have　pulled　him　in　for　fixing　the　army　courts　in　a　couple　of　killings…there　are　no　statutes；　civilian　or　military；