rl.thebourneultimatum-第144节

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tand。　。。。　I　told　you；　Ben。　Probe；　test；　agitate；　confuse　and　find　a　way　in。　Stealing　a　uniform　is　standard；　and　in　the　confusion　it　got　him　through　the　tunnel。〃
　〃But　anyone　using　those　papers　was　to　be　watched；　followed。　They　were　your　instructions　and　Krupkin　sent　the　word　up　the　line！〃
　〃The　Kubinka；〃　said　Jason；　now　pensive　as　he　studied　the　map。
　〃The　armory？　The　one　mentioned　in　the　news　bulletins　from　Moscow？〃
　〃Exactly。　Just　as　he　had　done　at　the　Kubinka；　Carlos　has　someone　inside　here。　Someone　with　enough　authority　to　order　an　expendable　officer　of　the　guard　to　bring　anyone　penetrating　the　tunnel　to　him　before　sending　out　alarms　and　raising　headquarters。〃
　〃That's　possible；〃　agreed　the　young　trainer　rapidly；　firmly。　〃Involving　headquarters　with　false　alarms　can　be　embarrassing；　and　as　you　say；　there　must　have　been　a　lot　of　confusion。〃
　〃In　Paris；〃　said　Bourne；　glancing　up　from　the　pound　map；　〃I　was　told　that　embarrassment　was　the　KGB's　worst　enemy。　True？〃
　〃On　a　scale　of　one　to　ten；　at　least　eight；〃　replied　Benjamin。　〃But　who　would　he　have　in　here；　who　could　he　have？　He　hasn't　been　here　in　over　thirty　years！〃
　〃If　we　had　a　couple　of　hours　and　a　few　puters　programmed　with　the　records　of　everyone　in　Novgorod；　we　might　be　able　to　feed　in　several　hundred　names　and　e　up　with　possibilities；　but　we　don't　have　hours。　We　don't　even　have　minutes！　Also；　if　I　know　the　Jackal；　it　won't　matter。〃
　〃I　think　it　matters　one　whole　hell　of　a　lot！〃　cried　the　Americanized　Soviet。　〃There's　a　traitor　here　and　we　should　know　who　it　is。〃
　〃My　guess　is　that　you'll　find　out　soon　enough。　。。。　Details；　Ben。　The　point　is；　he's　here！　Let's　go；　and　when　we　get　outside　we　stop　somewhere　and　you　get　me　what　I　need。〃
　〃Okay。〃
　〃Everything　I　need。〃
　〃I'm　cleared　for　that。〃
　〃And　then　you　disappear。　I　know　what　I'm　talking　about。〃
　〃No　way；　José！〃
　〃California　checking　in　again？〃
　〃You　heard　me。〃
　〃Then　young　Benjamin's　mother　may　find　a　corpse　for　a　son　when　she　gets　back　to　Moscow。〃
　〃So　be　it！〃
　〃So　be　。。。　？　Why　did　you　have　to　say　that？〃
　〃I　don't　know。　It　just　seemed　right。〃
　〃Shut　up！　Let's　get　out　of　here。〃
　
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　Ilich　Ramirez　Sanchez　snapped　his　fingers　twice　in　the　shadows　as　he　climbed　the　short　steps　of　the　miniaturized　entrance　to　a　small　church　in　〃Madrid's〃　Paseo　del　Prado；　the　duffel　bag　in　his　left　hand。　From　behind　a　fluted　mock　pillar　a　figure　emerged；　a　heavyset　man　in　his　early　sixties　who　walked　partially　into　the　dim　light　of　a　distant　streetlamp。　He　was　dressed　in　the　uniform　of　a　Spanish　army　officer；　a　lieutenant　general　with　three　rows　of　ribbons　affixed　to　his　tunic。　He　was　carrying　a　leather　suitcase；　he　raised　it　slightly　and　spoke　in　the　pound's　language。
　〃e　inside；　to　the　vestry。　You　can　change　there。　That　ill…fitting　guard's　jacket　is　an　invitation　for　sharpshooters。〃
　〃It's　good　to　speak　our　language　again；〃　said　Carlos；　following　the　man　inside　the　tiny　church　and　turning　stiffly　to　close　the　heavy　door。　〃I'm　in　your　debt；　Enrique；〃　he　added；　glancing　around　at　the　empty　rows　of　pews　and　the　soft　lights　playing　upon　the　altar；　the　gold　crucifix　gleaming。
　〃You've　been　in　my　debt　for　over　thirty　years；　Ramirez；　and　a　lot　of　good　it　does　me；〃　laughed　the　soldier　quietly　as　they　proceeded　across　to　the　right　aisle　and　down　toward　the　sacristy。
　〃Then　perhaps　you're　out　of　touch　with　what　remains　of　your　family　in　Baracoa。　Fidel's　own　brothers　and　sisters　don't　live　half　so　well。〃
　〃Neither　does　crazy　Fidel；　but　he　doesn't　care。　They　say　he　bathes　more　frequently　now　and　I　suppose　that's　progress。　However；　you're　talking　about　my　family　in　Baracoa；　what　about　me；　my　fine　international　assassin？　No　yachts；　no　racing　colors；　shame　on　you！　Were　it　not　for　my　warning　you；　you　would　have　been　executed　in　this　very　pound　thirty…three　years　ago。　e　to　think　of　it；　it　was　right　outside　this　idiotic　dollhouse　church　on　the　Prado　that　you　made　your　escape…dressed　as　a　priest；　a　figure　that　perpetually　bewilders　the　Russian；　like　most　everyone　else。〃
　〃Once　I　was　established；　did　you　ever　lack　for　anything？〃　They　entered　a　small　paneled　room　where　supposed　prelates　prepared　the　sacraments。　〃Did　I　ever　refuse　you？〃　Carlos　added；　placing　the　heavy　duffel　bag　on　the　floor。
　〃I'm　joking　with　you；　of　course；〃　objected　Enrique；　smiling　good…naturedly　and　looking　at　the　Jackal。　〃Where　is　that　lusty　humor　of　yours；　my　infamous　old　friend？〃
　〃I　have　other　things　on　my　mind。〃
　〃I'm　sure　you　do；　and；　in　truth；　you　were　never　less　than　generous　where　my　family　in　Cuba　was　concerned；　and　I　thank　you。　My　father　and　mother　lived　out　their　lives　in　peace　and　fort；　bewildered　naturally；　but　so　much　better　off　than　anyone　they　knew。　。。。　It　was　all　so　insane。　Revolutionaries　thrown　out　by　their　own　revolution's　leaders。〃
　〃You　were　threats　to　Castro；　as　was　Che。　It's　past。〃
　〃A　great　deal　has　passed；〃　agreed　Enrique；　studying　Carlos。　〃You've　aged　poorly；　Ramirez。　Where's　that　once　full　head　of　dark　hair　and　the　handsome　strong　face　with　the　clear　eyes？〃
　〃We　won't　talk　about　it。〃
　〃Very　well。　I　grow　fat；　you　grow　thin；　that　tells　me　something。　How　badly　are　you　wounded？〃
　〃I　can　function　well　enough　for　what　I　intend　to　do…what　I　must　do。〃
　〃Ramirez；　what　else　is　there？〃　asked　the　costumed　soldier　suddenly。　〃He's　dead！　Moscow　takes　credit　over　the　radio　for　his　death；　but　when　you　reached　me　I　knew　the　credit　was　yours；　the　kill　yours。　Jason　Bourne　is　dead！　Your　enemy　is　gone　from　this　world。　You're　not　well；　go　back　to　Paris　and　heal　yourself。　I'll　get　you　out　the　same　way　I　got　you　in。　We'll　head　into　'France'　and　I'll　clear　the　way。　You　will　be　a　courier　from　the　mandant　of　'Spain'　and　'Portugal'　who's　sending　a　confidential　message　to　Dzerzhinsky　Square。　It's　done　all　the　time；　no　one　trusts　anyone　here；　especially　his　own　gates。　You　won't　even　have　to　take　the　risk　of　killing　a　single　guard。〃
　〃No！　A　lesson　must　be　taught。〃
　〃Then　let　me　phrase　it　another　way。　When　you　called　with　your　emergency　codes；　I　did　what　you　demanded；　for　by　and　large　you　have　fulfilled　your　obligations　to　me；　obligations　that　go　back　thirty…three　years。　But　now　there　is　another　risk　involved…risks；　to　be　precise…and　I'm　not　sure　I　care　to　take　them。〃
　〃You　speak　this　way　to　me？〃　cried　the　Jackal；　removing　the　dead　guard's　jacket；　his　clean　white　bandages　taut；　holding　his　right　shoulder　firm　with　no　evidence　of　blood。
　〃Stop　your　theatrics；〃　said　Enrique　softly。　〃We　go　back　long　before　that。　I'm　speaking　to　a　young　revolutionary　I　followed　out　of　Cuba　with　a　great　athlete　named　Santos。　。。。　How　is　he；　by　the　way？　He　was　the　real　threat　to　Fidel。〃
　〃He's　well；〃　answered　Carlos；　his　voice　flat。　〃We're　moving　Le　Coeur　du　Soldat。〃
　〃Does　he　still　tend　to　his　gardens…his　English　gardens？〃
　〃Yes；　he　does。〃
　〃He　should　have　been　a　landscaper；　or　a　florist；　I　think。　And　I　should　have　been　a　fine　agricultural　engineer；　an　agronomist；　as　they　say…that's　how　Santos　and　I　met；　you　know。　。。。　Melodramatic　politics　changed　our　lives；　didn't　they？〃
　〃Political　mitments　changed　them。　Everywhere　the　fascists　changed　them。〃
　〃And　now　we　want　to　be　like　the　fascists；　and　they　want　to　take　what's　not　so　terrible　about　us　munists　and　spread　a　little　money　around…which　doesn't　really　work；　but　it's　a　nice　thought。〃
　〃What　has　this　to　do　with　me…your　monseigneur？〃
　〃Horse　droppings；　Ramirez。　As　you　may　or　may　not　know；　my　Russian　wife　died　a　number　of　years　ago　and　I　have　three　children　in　the　Moscow　University。　Without　my　position　they　would　not　be　there　and　I　want　them　there。　They　will　be　scientists；　doctors。　。。。　You　see；　those　are　the　risks　you　ask　of　me。　I've　covered　myself　up　until　this　moment…and　you　deserve　this　moment…but　perhaps　no　more。　In　a　few　months　I　will　retire；　and　in　recognition　of　my　years　of　service　in　southern　Europe　and　the　Mediterranean；　I　will　share　a　fine　dacha　on　the　Black　Sea　where　my　children　will　e　and　visit　me。　I　will　not　unduly　risk　what　life　I　have　before　me。　So　be　specific；　Ramirez；　and　I'll　tell　you　whether　you're　on　your　own　or　not。　。。。　I　repeat；　your　getting　in　here　cannot　be　traced　to　me；　and；　as　I　say；　you　deserved　that　much；　but　this　is　where　I　may　be　forced　to　stop。〃
　〃I　see；〃　said　Carlos；　approaching　the　suitcase　Enrique　had　placed　on　the　sacristy　table。
　〃I　hope　you　do　and；　further；　I　hope　you　understand。　Over　the　years　you've　been　good　to　my　family　in　ways　that　I　could　never　be；　but　then　I've　served　you　well　in　ways　that　I　could。　I　led　you　to　Rodchenko；　fed　you　names　in　ministries　where　rumors　abounded；　rumors　Rodchenko　himself　investigated　for　you。　So；　my　old　revolutionary　rade；　I've　not　been　idle　on　your　behalf　either。　However；　things　are　different　now；　we're　not　young　firebrands　in　search　of　a　cause　any　longer；　for　we've　lost　our　appetites　for　causes…you　long　before　me；　of　course。〃
　〃My　cause　remains　constant；〃　interrupted　the　Jackal　sharply。　〃It　is　myself　and　all　those　who　serve　me。〃
　〃I've　served　you…〃
　〃You've　made　that　clear；　as　well　as　my　generosity　to　you　and　yours。　And　now　that　I'm　here；　you　wonder　if　I　deserve　further　assistance；　that's　it；　isn't　it？〃
　〃I　must　protect　myself。　Why　are　you　here？〃
　〃I　told　you。　To　teach　a　lesson；　to　leave　a　mes