rl.thebourneultimatum-第127节

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a　few　hotshots　in　Saigon　thought　a　lesson　should　be　taught　their　gook　runners。　They　flew　up　to　your　territory；　went　into　the　grass；　and　took　him　out　like　they　were　a　VC　advance　unit。　But　you　saw　them　from　a　piece　of　high　ground　and　blew　all　your　gaskets。　You　tracked　them　back　to　the　helicopter　pad　and　gave　them　a　choice：　Get　in　and　you'd　storm　the　chopper　leaving　no　survivors；　or　they　could　e　back　with　you　to　the　base　camp。　They　came　back　under　your　men's　guns　and　you　forced　Field　mand　to　accept　your　multiple　charges　of　murder。　That's　when　Ice…Cold　Ogilvie　showed　up　looking　after　his　Saigon　boys。〃
　〃Then　something　happened；　didn't　it？　Something　crazy…everything　got　confused；　twisted。〃
　〃It　certainly　did。　Bryce　got　you　on　the　stand　and　made　you　look　like　a　maniac；　a　sullen　pathological　liar　and　a　killer　who；　except　for　the　war　and　your　expertise；　would　be　in　a　maximum　security　prison。　He　called　you　everything　in　the　rotten　black　book　and　demanded　that　you　reveal　your　real　name…which　you　wouldn't　do；　couldn't　do；　because　your　first　wife's　Cambodian　family　would　have　been　slaughtered。　He　tried　to　tie　you　in　verbal　knots；　and；　failing　that；　threatened　the　military　court　with　exposing　the　whole　bastard　battalion；　which　it　also　couldn't　allow。　。。。　Ogilvie's　thugs　got　off　for　lack　of　credible　testimony；　and　after　the　trial　you　had　to　be　physically　restrained　in　the　barracks　until　Ogilvie　was　airborne　back　to　Saigon。〃
　〃His　name　was　Kwan　Soo；〃　said　Bourne　dreamily；　his　head　moving　back　and　forth　as　if　rejecting　a　nightmare。　〃He　was　a　kid；　maybe　sixteen　or　seventeen；　sending　the　drug　money　back　to　three　villages　so　they　could　eat。　There　wasn't　any　other　way　。。。　oh；　shit！　What　would　any　of　us　have　done　if　our　families　were　starving？〃
　〃That　wasn't　anything　you　could　say　at　the　trial　and　you　knew　it。　You　had　to　hold　your　tongue　and　take　Ogilvie's　vicious　crap。　I　came　up　and　watched　you　and　I　never　saw　a　man　exercise　such　control　over　his　hatred。〃
　〃That　isn't　the　way　I　seem　to　recall　it…what　I　can　recall。　Some　of　it's　ing　back；　not　much；　but　some。〃
　〃During　that　trial　you　adapted　to　the　necessities　of　your　immediate　surroundings…you　might　say　like　a　chameleon。〃　Their　eyes　locked；　and　Jason　turned　back　to　the　television　screen。
　〃And　there　he　is　with　Carlos。　It's　a　small　rotten　world；　isn't　it？　Does　he　know　I'm　Jason　Bourne？〃
　〃How　could　he？〃　asked　Conklin；　getting　out　of　the　chair。　〃There　was　no　Jason　Bourne　then。　There　wasn't　even　a　David；　only　a　guerrilla　they　called　Delta　One。　No　names　were　used；　remember？〃
　〃I　keep　forgetting；　what　else　is　new？〃　Jason　pointed　at　the　screen。　〃Why　is　he　in　Moscow？　Why　did　you　say　Medusa　found　the　Jackal？　Why？〃
　〃Because　he's　the　law　firm　in　New　York。〃
　〃What？〃　Bourne　whipped　his　head　toward　Conklin。　〃He's　the…〃
　〃The　chairman　of　the　board；〃　pleted　Alex；　interrupting。　〃The　Agency　closed　in　and　he　got　out。　Two　days　ago。〃
　〃Why　the　hell　didn't　you　tell　me？〃　cried　Jason　angrily。
　〃Because　I　never　thought　for　a　moment　we'd　be　standing　here　looking　at　that　picture　on　the　screen。　I　still　can't　understand　it；　but　I　can't　deny　it；　either。　Also；　I　saw　no　reason　to　bring　up　a　name　you　might　or　might　not　remember；　a　personally　very　disturbing　occurrence　you　might　or　might　not　remember。　Why　add　an　unnecessary　plication？　There's　enough　stress。〃
　〃All　right；　Aleksei！〃　said　an　agitated　Krupkin；　stepping　forward。　〃I've　heard　words　and　names　that　evoke　certain　unpleasant　memories　for　me；　at　any　rate；　and　I　think　it　behooves　me　to　ask　a　question　or　two…specifically　one。　Just　who　is　this　Ogilvie　that　concerns　you　so？　You've　told　us　who　he　was　in　Saigon；　but　who　is　he　now？〃
　〃Why　not？〃　Conklin　asked　himself　quietly。　〃He's　a　New　York　attorney　who　heads　up　an　organization　that's　spread　throughout　Europe　and　the　Mediterranean。　Initially；　by　pushing　the　right　buttons　in　Washington；　they　bought　up　panies　through　extortion　and　leveraged　buy…outs；　they've　cornered　markets　and　set　prices；　and　in　the　bargain　they've　moved　into　the　killing　game；　employing　some　of　the　best　professionals　in　the　business。　There's　hard　evidence　that　they've　contracted　for　the　murder　of　various　officials　in　the　government　and　the　military；　the　most　recent　example…with　which　you're　no　doubt　familiar…is　General　Teagarten；　supreme　mander　of　NATO。〃
　〃Unbelievable！〃　whispered　Krupkin。
　〃Jeez…Chrize！〃　intoned　the　peasant…colonel；　his　eyes　bulging。
　〃Oh；　they're　very　creative；　and　Ogilvie's　the　most　inventive　of　all。　He's　Superspider　and　he's　spun　a　hell　of　a　web　from　Washington　through　every　capital　in　Europe。　Unfortunately　for　him；　and　thanks　to　my　associate　here；　he　was　caught　like　a　fly　in　his　own　spinning。　He　was　about　to　be　pounced　on　by　people　in　Washington　he　couldn't　possibly　corrupt；　but　he　was　tipped　off　and　got　out　the　day　before　yesterday。　。。。　Why　he　came　to　Moscow　I　haven't　the　vaguest　idea。〃
　〃I　may　be　able　to　answer　that　for　you；〃　said　Krupkin；　glancing　at　the　KGB　colonel　and　nodding；　as　if　to　say　It's　all　right。　〃I　know　nothing…absolutely　nothing…about　any　such　killing　as　you　speak　of；　indeed　of　any　killing　whatsoever。　However；　you　could　be　describing　an　American　enterprise　in　Europe　that's　been　servicing　our　interests　for　years。〃
　〃In　what　way？〃　asked　Alex。
　〃With　all　manner　of　restricted　American　technology；　as　well　as　armaments；　matériel；　spare　parts　for　aircraft　and　weapons　systems…even　the　aircraft　and　the　weapons　systems　them　selves　on　various　occasions　through　the　bloc　countries。　I　tell　you　this　knowing　that　you　know　I'd　vehemently　deny　ever　having　said　it。〃
　〃Understood；〃　nodded　Conklin。　〃What's　the　name　of　this　enterprise？〃
　〃There's　no　single　name。　Instead；　there　are　fifty　or　sixty　panies　apparently　under　one　umbrella　but　with　so　many　different　titles　and　origins　it's　impossible　to　determine　the　specific　relationships。〃
　〃There's　a　name　and　Ogilvie　runs　it；〃　said　Alex。
　〃That　crossed　my　mind；〃　said　Krupkin；　his　eyes　suddenly　glass…cold；　his　expression　that　of　an　unrelenting　zealot。　〃However；　what　appears　to　disturb　you　so　about　your　American　attorney；　I　can　assure　you　is　far；　far　outweighed　by　our　own　concerns。〃　Dimitri　turned　to　the　television　set　and　the　shakily　stationary　picture；　his　eyes　now　filled　with　anger。　〃The　Soviet　intelligence　officer　on　that　screen　is　General　Rodchenko；　second　in　mand　of　the　KGB　and　close　adviser　to　the　premier　of　the　Soviet　Union。　Many　things　may　be　done　in　the　name　of　Russian　interests　and　without　the　premier's　knowledge；　but　in　this　day　and　age　not　in　the　areas　you　describe。　My　God；　the　supreme　mander　of　NATO！　And　never…never…using　the　services　of　Carlos　the　Jackal！　These　embarrassments　are　no　less　than　dangerous　and　frightening　catastrophes。〃
　〃Have　you　got　any　suggestions？〃　asked　Conklin。
　〃A　foolish　question；〃　answered　the　colonel　gruffly。　〃Arrest；　then　the　Lubyanka　。。。　then　silence。〃
　〃There's　a　problem　with　that　solution；〃　said　Alex。　〃The　Central　Intelligence　Agency　knows　Ogilvie's　in　Moscow。〃
　〃So　where　is　the　problem？　We　rid　us　both　of　an　unhealthy　person　and　his　crimes　and　go　about　our　business。〃
　〃It　may　seem　strange　to　you；　but　the　problem　isn't　only　with　the　unhealthy　person　and　his　crimes；　even　where　the　Soviet　Union　is　concerned。　It's　with　the　cover…up…where　Washington's　concerned。〃
　The　Komitet　officer　looked　at　Krupkin　and　spoke　in　Russian。　〃What　is　this　one　talking　about？〃
　〃It's　difficult　for　us　to　understand；〃　answered　Dimitri　in　his　native　language；　〃still；　for　them　it　is　a　problem。　Let　me　try　to　explain。〃
　〃What's　he　saying？〃　asked　Bourne；　annoyed。
　〃I　think　he's　about　to　give　a　civics　lesson；　U。S。　style。〃
　〃Such　lessons　more　often　than　not　fall　on　deaf　ears　in　Washington；〃　interrupted　Krupkin　in　English；　then　immediately　resuming　Russian；　he　addressed　his　KGB　superior。　〃You　see；　rade；　no　one　in　America　would　blame　us　for　taking　advantage　of　this　Ogilvie's　criminal　activities。　They　have　a　proverb　they　repeat　so　frequently　that　it　covers　oceans　of　guilt：　'One　does　not　look　a　gift　horse　in　the　mouth。'　〃
　〃What　has　a　horse's　mouth　got　to　do　with　gifts？　From　its　tail　es　manure　for　the　farms；　from　its　mouth；　only　spittle。〃
　〃It　loses　something　in　the　translation。　。。。　Nevertheless；　this　attorney；　Ogilvie；　obviously　had　a　great　many　government　connections；　officials　who　overlooked　his　questionable　practices　for　large　sums　of　money；　practices　that　entailed　millions　upon　millions　of　dollars。　Laws　were　circumvented；　men　killed；　lies　accepted　as　the　truth；　in　essence；　there　was　considerable　corruption；　and；　as　we　know；　the　Americans　are　obsessed　with　corruption。　They　even　label　every　progressive　acmodation　as　potentially　'corrupt；'　and　there's　nothing　older；　more　knowledgeable　peoples　can　do　about　it。　They　hang　out　their　soiled　linen　for　all　the　world　to　see　like　a　badge　of　honor。〃
　〃Because　it　is；〃　broke　in　Alex；　speaking　English。　〃That's　something　a　lot　of　people　here　wouldn't　understand　because　you　cover　every　acmodation　you　make；　every　crime　you　mit；　every　mouth　you　shut　with　a　basket　of　roses。　。。。　However；　considering　pots　and　kettles　and　odious　parisons；　I'll　dispense　with　a　lecture。　I'm　just　telling　you　that　Ogilvie　has　to　be　sent　back　and　all　the　accounts　settled；　that's　the　'progressive　acmodation'　you　have　to　make。〃