rl.thebourneultimatum-第13节

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were　things　that　should　remain　in　their　black　holes；　undetected　cancers　buried　in　history；　and　what　he　had　just　learned　might　well　fit　that　category。
　Marks　Three；　Four　and　Five。
　Phillip　Atkinson；　ambassador　to　Great　Britain。　James　Teagarten；　supreme　mander　of　NATO。　Jonathan　〃Jack〃　Burton；　former　admiral　of　the　Sixth　Fleet；　currently　chairman　of　the　Joint　Chiefs　of　Staff。
　Snake　Lady。　Medusa。
　A　network。
　
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　It　was　as　if　nothing　had　changed；　thought　Jason　Bourne；　knowing　that　his　other　self；　the　self…called　David　Webb；　was　receding。　The　taxi　had　brought　him　out　to　the　once　elegant；　now　run…down　neighborhood　in　northeast　Washington；　and；　as　happened　five　years　ago；　the　driver　refused　to　wait。　He　walked　up　the　overgrown　flagstone　path　to　the　old　house；　thinking　as　he　did　the　first　time　that　it　was　too　old　and　too　fragile　and　too　much　in　need　of　repair；　he　rang　the　bell；　wondering　if　Cactus　was　even　alive。　He　was；　the　thin　old　black　man　with　the　gentle　face　and　warm　eyes　stood　in　the　doorframe　exactly　as　he　had　stood　five　years　before；　squinting　beneath　a　green　eyeshade。　Even　Cactus's　first　words　were　a　minor　variation　of　those　he　had　used　five　years　ago。
　〃You　got　hubcaps　on　your　car；　Jason？〃
　〃No　car　and　no　cab；　it　wouldn't　stay。〃
　〃Musta　heard　all　those　scurrilous　rumors　circulated　by　the　fascist　press。　Me；　I　got　howitzers　in　the　windows　just　to　impress　this　neighborly　turf　of　my　friendly　persuasion。　e　on　in；　I　think　of　you　a　lot。　Why　didn't　you　phone　this　old　boy？〃
　〃Your　number's　not　listed；　Cactus。〃
　〃Musta　been　an　oversight。〃　Bourne　walked　into　the　hallway　as　the　old　man　closed　the　door。　〃You　got　a　few　streaks　of　gray　in　your　hair；　Br'er　Rabbit；〃　added　Cactus；　studying　his　friend。　〃Other　than　that　you　ain't　changed　much。　Maybe　a　line　or　six　in　your　face；　but　it　adds　character。〃
　〃I've　also　got　a　wife　and　two　kids；　Uncle　Remus。　A　boy　and　a　girl。〃
　〃I　know　that。　Mo　Panov　keeps　me　up　on　things　even　though　he　can't　tell　me　where　you　are…which　I　don't　care　to　know；　Jason。〃
　Bourne　blinked　while　slowly　shaking　his　head。　〃I　still　forget　things；　Cactus。　I'm　sorry。　I　forgot　you　and　Mo　are　friends。〃
　〃Oh；　the　good　doctor　calls　me　at　least　once　a　month　and　says；　'Cactus；　you　rascal；　put　on　your　Pierre　Cardin　suit　and　your　Gucci　shoes　and　let's　have　lunch。'　So　I　say　to　him；　'Where's　this　old　nigger　gonna　get　such　threads？'　and　he　says　to　me；　'You　probably　own　a　shopping　center　in　the　best　part　of　town。'　。。。　Now　that's　an　exaggeration；　s'　help　me。　I　do　have　bits　and　pieces　of　decent　white　real　estate　but　I　never　go　near　them。〃
　As　both　men　laughed；　Jason　stared　at　the　dark　face　and　warm　black　eyes　in　front　of　him。　〃Something　else　I　just　remembered。　Thirteen　years　ago　in　that　hospital　in　Virginia　。。。　you　came　to　see　me。　Outside　of　Marie　and　those　government　bastards　you　were　the　only　one。〃
　〃Panov　understood；　Br'er　Rabbit。　When　in　my　very　unofficial　status　I　worked　on　you　for　Europe；　I　told　Morris　that　you　don't　study　a　man's　face　in　a　lens　without　learning　things　about　that　face；　that　man。　I　wanted　you　to　talk　about　the　things　I　found　missing　in　that　lens　and　Morris　thought　it　might　not　be　a　bad　idea。　。。。　And　now　that　confessional　hour　is　over；　I　gotta　say　that　it's　really　good　to　see　you；　Jason；　but　to　tell　you　the　truth　I'm　not　happy　to　see　you；　if　you　catch　my　meaning。〃
　〃I　need　your　help；　Cactus。〃
　〃That's　the　root　of　my　unhappiness。　You've　been　through　enough　and　you　wouldn't　be　here　unless　you　were　itching　for　more；　and　in　my　professional；　lens…peering　opinion；　that　ain't　healthy　for　the　face　I'm　lookin'　at。〃
　〃You've　got　to　help　me。〃
　〃Then　you'd　better　have　a　damn　good　reason　that　passes　muster　for　the　good　doctor。　'Cause　I　ain't　gonna　mess　around　with　anything　that　could　mess　you　up　further。　。。。　I　met　your　lovely　lady　with　the　dark　red　hair　a　few　times　in　the　hospital…she's　somethin'　special；　Br'er；　and　your　kids　have　got　to　be　outstanding；　so　you　see　I　can't　mess　around　with　anything　that　might　hurt　them。　Forgive　me；　but　you're　all　like　kinfolk　from　a　distance；　from　a　time　we　don't　talk　about；　but　it's　on　my　mind。〃
　〃They're　why　I　need　your　help。〃
　〃Be　clearer；　Jason。〃
　〃The　Jackal's　closing　in。　He　found　us　in　Hong　Kong　and　he's　zeroing　in　on　me　and　my　family；　on　my　wife　and　my　children。　Please；　help　me。〃
　The　old　man's　eyes　grew　wide　under　the　green　shade；　a　moral　fury　in　his　expanded　pupils。　〃Does　the　good　doctor　know　about　this？〃
　〃He's　part　of　it。　He　may　not　approve　of　what　I'm　doing；　but　if　he's　honest　with　himself；　he　knows　that　the　bottom　line　is　the　Jackal　and　me。　Help　me；　Cactus。〃
　The　aged　black　studied　his　pleading　client　in　the　hallway；　in　the　afternoon　shadows。　〃You　in　good　shape；　Br'er　Rabbit？〃　he　asked。　〃You　still　got　juices？〃
　〃I　run　six　miles　every　morning　and　I　press　weights　at　least　twice　a　week　in　the　university　gym…〃
　〃I　didn't　hear　that。　I　don't　want　to　know　anything　about　colleges　or　universities。〃
　〃Then　you　didn't　hear　it。〃
　〃　'Course　I　didn't。　You　look　in　pretty　fair　condition；　I'll　say　that。〃
　〃It's　deliberate；　Cactus；〃　said　Jason　quietly。　〃Sometimes　it's　just　a　telephone　suddenly　ringing；　or　Marie's　late　or　out　with　the　kids　and　I　can't　reach　her　。。。　or　someone　I　don't　know　stops　me　in　the　street　to　ask　directions；　and　it　es　back…he　es　back。　The　Jackal。　As　long　as　there's　a　possibility　that　he's　alive；　I　have　to　be　ready　for　him　because　he　won't　stop　looking　for　me。　The　awful　irony　is　that　his　hunt　is　based　on　a　supposition　that　may　not　be　true。　He　thinks　I　can　identify　him；　but　I'm　not　sure　I　could。　Nothing's　really　in　focus　yet。〃
　〃Have　you　considered　sending　that　message　to　him？〃
　〃With　his　assets　maybe　I'll　take　an　ad　out　in　the　Wall　Street　Journal。　'Dear　Old　Buddy　Carlos：　Boy；　have　I　got　news　for　you。'　〃
　〃Don't　chortle；　Jason；　it's　not　inconceivable。　Your　friend　Alex　could　find　a　way。　His　gimp　doesn't　affect　that　head　of　his。　I　believe　the　fancy　word　is　serpentine。〃
　〃Which　is　why　if　he　hasn't　tried　it　there's　a　reason。〃
　〃I　guess　I　can't　argue　with　that。　。。。　So　let's　go　to　work；　Br'er　Rabbit。　What　did　you　have　in　mind？〃　Cactus　led　the　way　through　a　wide　archway　toward　a　door　at　the　rear　of　a　worn　out　living　room　replete　with　ancient　furniture　and　yellowed　antimacassars。　〃My　studio　isn't　as　elegant　as　it　was　but　all　the　equipment's　there。　You　see；　I'm　sort　of　semi…retired。　My　financial　planners　worked　out　a　hell　of　a　retirement　program　with　great　tax　advantages；　so　the　pressure's　not　so　great。〃
　〃You're　only　incredible；〃　said　Bourne。
　〃I　imagine　some　people　might　say　that；　the　ones　not　doin'　time。　What　did　you　have　in　mind？〃
　〃Pretty　much　myself。　Not　Europe　or　Hong　Kong；　of　course。　Just　papers；　actually。〃
　〃So　the　Chameleon　retreats　to　another　disguise。　Himself。〃
　Jason　stopped　as　they　approached　the　door。　〃That　was　something　else　I　forgot。　They　used　to　call　me　that；　didn't　they？〃
　〃Chameleon？　。。。　They　sure　did　and　not　without　cause；　as　they　say。　Six　people　could　e　face…to…face　with　our　boy　Bourne　and　there'd　be　six　different　descriptions。　Without　a　jar　of　makeup；　incidentally。〃
　〃It's　all　ing　back；　Cactus。〃
　〃I　wish　to　almighty　God　that　it　didn't　have　to；　but　if　it　does；　you　make　damn　sure　it's　all　back。　。。。　e　on　into　the　magic　room。〃
　Three　hours　and　twenty　minutes　later　the　magic　was　pleted。　David　Webb；　Oriental　scholar　and　for　three　years　Jason　Bourne；　assassin；　had　two　additional　aliases　with　passports；　driver's　licenses　and　voter　registration　cards　to　confirm　the　identities。　And　since　no　cabs　would　travel　out　to　Cactus's　〃turf；〃　an　unemployed　neighbor　wearing　several　heavy　gold　chains　around　his　neck　and　wrists　drove　Cactus's　client　into　the　heart　of　Washington　in　his　new　Cadillac　Allante。
　Jason　found　a　pay　phone　in　Garfinkel's　department　store　and　called　Alex　in　Virginia；　giving　him　both　aliases　and　selecting　one　for　the　Mayflower　hotel。　Conklin　would　officially　secure　a　room　through　the　management　in　the　event　that　summer　reservations　were　tight。　Further；　Langley　would　activate　a　Four　Zero　imperative　and　do　its　best　to　furnish　Bourne　with　the　material　he　needed；　delivering　it　to　his　room　as　soon　as　possible。　The　estimate　was　a　minimum　of　an　additional　three　hours；　no　guarantees　as　to　the　time　or　authenticity。　Regardless；　thought　Jason；　as　Alex　reconfirmed　the　information　on　a　second　direct　line　to　the　CIA；　he　needed　at　least　two　of　those　three　hours　before　going　to　the　hotel。　He　had　a　small　wardrobe　to　put　together；　the　Chameleon　was　reverting　to　type。
　〃Steve　DeSole　tells　me　he'll　start　spinning　the　disks；　crosschecking　ours　with　the　army　data　banks　and　naval　intelligence；〃　said　Conklin；　returning　to　the　line。　〃Peter　Holland　can　make　it　happen；　he's　the　president's　crony。〃
　〃Crony？　That's　an　odd　word　ing　from　you。〃
　〃Like　in　crony　appointment。〃
　〃Oh？　。。。　Thanks；　Alex。　How　about　you？　Any　progress？〃
　Conklin　paused；　and　when　he　answered　his　quiet　voice　conveyed　his　fear；　it　was　controlled　but　the　fear　was　there。　〃Let's　put　it　this　way。　。。。　I'm　not　equipped　for　what　I've　learned。　I've　been　away　too　long。　I'm　afraid；　Jason…sorry　。。。　David。〃
　〃You're　right　the　first　time。　Have　you　discussed…〃
　〃Nothing　by　name；〃　broke　in　the　retired　intelligence　officer　quickly；　firmly。
　〃I　see。〃
　〃Yo