rl.thebourneultimatum-第145节

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it？〃
　〃I　must　protect　myself。　Why　are　you　here？〃
　〃I　told　you。　To　teach　a　lesson；　to　leave　a　message。〃
　〃They　are　one　and　the　same？〃
　〃Yes。〃　Carlos　opened　the　suitcase；　it　held　a　coarse　shirt；　a　Portuguese　fisherman's　cap　with　the　appropriate　rope…belted　trousers；　and　a　seaman's　shoulder…strapped　canvas　satchel。　〃Why　these？〃　asked　the　Jackal。
　〃They're　loose…fitting　and　I　haven't　seen　you　in　years…not　since　Mбlaga　in　the　early　seventies；　I　think。　I　couldn't　very　well　have　clothes　tailored　for　you；　and　I'm　glad　I　didn't　try…you　are　not　as　I　remembered　you；　Ramirez。〃
　〃You're　not　much　larger　than　I　remember　you；〃　countered　the　assassin。　〃A　little　thicker　around　the　stomach；　perhaps；　but　we're　still　the　same　height；　the　same　basic　frame。〃
　〃So？　What　does　that　mean？〃
　〃In　a　moment。　。。。　Have　things　changed　a　great　deal　since　we　were　together　here？〃
　〃Constantly。　Photographs　arrive　and　construction　crews　follow　a　day　later。　The　Prado　here　in　'Madrid'　has　new　shops；　new　signs；　even　a　few　new　sewers　as　they　are　changed　in　that　city。　Also　'Lisbon'　and　the　piers　along　the　'Bay'　and　'Tagus　River'　have　been　altered　to　conform　to　the　changes　that　have　taken　place。　We　are　nothing　if　not　authentic。　The　candidates　who　plete　the　training　are　literally　at　home　wherever　they're　initially　sent。　Sometimes　I　really　believe　it's　all　excessive；　then　I　recall　my　first　assignment　at　the　naval　base　in　Barcelona　and　realize　how　fortable　I　was。　I　went　right　to　work　because　the　psychological　orientation　had　already　taken　place；　there　were　no　major　surprises。〃
　〃You're　describing　appearances；〃　broke　in　Carlos。
　〃Of　course；　what　else　is　there？〃
　〃More　permanent　structures　that　are　not　so　apparent；　not　so　much　in　evidence。〃
　〃Such　as？〃
　〃Warehouses；　fuel　depots；　fire　stations；　that　are　not　part　of　the　duplicated　scenery。　Are　they　still　where　they　were？〃
　〃By　and　large；　yes。　Certainly　the　major　warehouses　and　the　fuel　depots　with　their　underground　tanks。　Most　are　still　west　of　the　'San　Roque'　district；　the　'Gibraltar'　access。〃
　〃What　about　going　from　one　pound　to　another？〃
　〃Now　that　has　changed。〃　Enrique　withdrew　a　small　flat　object　from　the　pocket　of　his　tunic。　〃Each　border　crossing　has　a　puterized　registration　release　that　permits　entry　when　this　is　inserted。〃
　〃No　questions　are　asked？〃
　〃Only　at　Novgorod's　Capital　Headquarters；　if　there　are　any　questions。〃
　〃I　don't　understand。〃
　〃If　one　of　these　is　lost　or　stolen；　it's　reported　instantly　and　the　internal　codes　are　nullified。〃
　〃I　see。〃
　〃I　don't！　Why　these　questions？　Again；　why　are　you　here？　What　is　this　lesson；　this　message？〃
　〃The　'San　Roque'　district　。。。　？〃　said　Carlos；　as　if　remembering。　〃That's　about　three　or　four　kilometers　south　of　the　tunnel；　isn't　it？　A　small　waterfront　village；　no？〃
　〃The　'Gibraltar'　access；　yes。〃
　〃And　the　next　pound　is　'France；'　of　course；　and　then　'England'　and　finally　the　largest；　the　'United　States。'　Yes；　it's　all　clear　to　me；　everything's　e　back。〃　The　Jackal　turned　away；　his　right　hand　awkwardly　disappearing　beneath　his　trousers。
　〃Yet　nothing　is　clear　to　me；〃　said　Enrique；　his　low　voice　threatening。　〃And　it　must　be。　Answer　me；　Ramirez。　Why　are　you　here？〃
　〃How　dare　you　question　me　like　this？〃　continued　Carlos；　his　back　to　his　old　associate。　〃How　dare　any　of　you　question　the　monseigneur　from　Paris。〃
　〃You　listen　to　me；　Priest　Piss　Ant。　You　answer　me　or　I　walk　out　of　here　and　you're　a　dead　monseigneur　in　a　matter　of　minutes！〃
　〃Very　well；　Enrique；〃　answered　Ilich　Ramirez　Sanchez；　addressing　the　paneled　wall　of　the　sacristy。　〃My　message　will　be　triumphantly　clear　and　will　shake　the　very　foundations　of　the　Kremlin。　Not　only　did　Carlos　the　Jackal　kill　the　weak　pretender　Jason　Bourne　on　Soviet　soil；　he　left　a　reminder　to　all　Russia　that　the　Komitet　made　a　colossal　error　in　not　utilizing　my　extraordinary　talents。〃
　〃Really　now；〃　said　Enrique；　laughing　softly；　as　if　humoring　a　far　less　than　extraordinary　man。　〃More　melodramatics；　Ramirez？　And　how　will　you　convey　this　reminder；　this　message；　this　supreme　statement　of　yours？〃
　〃Quite　simply；〃　replied　the　Jackal；　turning；　a　gun　in　his　hand；　the　silencer　intact。　〃We　have　to　change　places。〃
　〃What？〃
　〃I'm　going　to　burn　Novgorod。〃　Carlos　fired　a　single　shot　into　the　upper　throat　of　Enrique。　He　wanted　as　little　blood　as　possible　on　the　tunic。
　Dressed　in　bat　fatigues　with　the　insignias　of　an　army　major　on　the　shoulders　of　his　field　jacket；　Bourne　blended　in　with　the　sporadic　appearances　of　military　personnel　as　they　crisscrossed　the　American　pound　from　one　sector　to　another　on　their　night　patrols。　There　were　not　many；　perhaps　thirty　men；　covering　the　entire　acreage　of　the　eight　square　miles；　according　to　Benjamin。　In　the　〃metropolitan〃　areas　they　were　generally　on　foot；　in　pairs；　in　the　〃rural〃　districts　they　drove　military　vehicles。　The　young　trainer　had　requisitioned　a　jeep。
　From　the　missars　Suite　at　U。S。　headquarters　they　had　been　taken　to　a　military　warehouse　west　of　the　river　where　Benjamin's　papers　gained　them　entrance　and　the　jeep。　Inside；　the　astonished　interior　guards　watched　as　the　silent　Bourne　was　outfitted　with　a　field　uniform　plete　with　a　carbine　bayonet；　a　standard　。45　automatic　and　five　clips　of　live　ammunition；　this　last　obtained　only　after　an　authorization　call　was　placed　to　Krupkin's　unknowing　subordinates　at　Capital　HQ。　Once　again　outside；　Jason　plained：　〃What　about　the　flares　I　wanted　and　at　least　three　or　four　grenades？　You　agreed　to　get　me　everything　I　needed；　not　half　of　it！〃
　〃They're　ing；〃　answered　Benjamin；　speeding　out　of　the　warehouse　parking　lot。　〃The　flares　are　over　at　Motor　Vehicles　and　grenades　aren't　part　of　normal　ordnance。　They're　in　steel　vaults　down　at　the　tunnel…all　the　tunnels…under　Emergency　Weapons。〃　The　young　trainer　glanced　at　Bourne；　a　glimmering　of　humor　seen　on　his　face　in　the　glow　of　the　headlights　washing　over　the　roofless　jeep。　〃In　anticipation　of　a　NATO　assault；　most　likely。〃
　〃That's　stupid。　We'd　e　in　from　the　sky。〃
　〃Not　with　the　air　base　ninety　seconds'　flying　time　away。〃
　〃Hurry　up；　I　want　those　grenades。　Will　we　have　any　trouble　getting　them？〃
　〃Not　if　Krupkin　keeps　up　the　good　work。〃　Krupkin　had；　with　the　flares　in　hand；　the　tunnel　was　their　last　supply　stop。　Four　Russian　army　grenades　were　counted　out　and　counter　signed　by　Benjamin。　〃Where　to？〃　he　asked　as　the　soldier　in　an　American　uniform　returned　to　the　concrete　guardhouse。
　〃These　aren't　exactly　U。S。　general　issue；〃　said　Jason；　putting　the　grenades　carefully；　one　by　one；　into　the　pockets　of　his　field　jacket。
　〃They're　not　for　training；　either。　The　pounds　aren't　military…oriented　but　basically　civilian。　If　those　are　ever　used；　it's　not　for　indoctrination　purposes。　。。。　Where　do　we　go　now？〃
　〃Check　with　headquarters　first。　See　if　anything's　happened　at　any　of　the　border　checkpoints。〃
　〃My　beeper　would　have　gone　off…〃
　〃I　don't　trust　beepers；　I　like　words；〃　interrupted　Jason。　〃Get　on　the　radio。〃
　Benjamin　did　so；　switching　to　the　Russian　language　and　using　the　codes　that　only　senior　staff　were　assigned。　The　terse　Soviet　reply　came　over　the　speaker；　the　young　trainer　replaced　the　microphone　and　turned　to　Bourne。　〃No　activity　at　all；〃　he　said。　〃Just　some　interpound　fuel　deliveries。〃
　〃What　are　they？〃
　〃Petrol　distribution　mainly。　Some　pounds　have　larger　tanks　than　others；　so　logistics　call　for　routine　apportionments　until　the　main　supplies　are　shipped　downriver。〃
　〃They　distribute　at　night？〃
　〃It's　far　better　than　those　trucks　clogging　up　the　streets　during　the　day。　Remember；　everything's　scaled　down　here。　Also；　we've　been　driving　through　the　back　roads；　but　there's　a　maintenance　army　in　the　central　locations　cleaning　up　stores　and　offices　and　restaurants；　getting　ready　for　tomorrow's　assignments。　Large　trucks　wouldn't　help。〃
　〃Christ；　it　is　Disneyland。　。。。　All　right；　head　for　the　'Spanish'　border；　Pedro。〃
　〃To　get　there　we　have　to　pass　through　'England'　and　'France。'　I　don't　suppose　it　matters　much；　but　I　don't　speak　French。　Or　Spanish。　Do　you？〃
　〃French　fluently；　Spanish　acceptably。　Anything　else？〃
　〃Maybe　you'd　better　drive。〃
　The　Jackal　braked　the　huge　fuel　truck　at　the　〃West　German〃　border；　it　was　as　far　as　he　intended　to　go。　The　remaining　northernmost　areas　of　〃Scandinavia〃　and　〃The　Netherlands〃　were　the　lesser　satellites；　the　impact　of　their　destruction　was　not　parable　to　that　of　the　lower　pounds　and　the　time　element　spared　them。　Everything　was　timing　now；　and　〃West　Germany〃　would　initiate　the　wholesale　conflagrations。　He　adjusted　the　coarse　Portuguese　shirt　that　covered　a　Spanish　general's　tunic　beneath；　and　as　the　guard　came　out　of　the　gatehouse　Carlos　spoke　in　Russian；　using　the　same　words　he　had　used　at　every　other　crossing。
　〃Don't　ask　me　to　speak　the　stupid　language　you　talk　here。　I　deliver　petrol；　I　don't　spend　time　in　classrooms！　Here's　my　key。〃
　〃I　barely　speak　it　myself；　rade；〃　said　the　guard；　laughing　as　he　accepted　the　small；　flat；　card…like　object　and　inserted　it　into　the　puterized　machine。　The　heavy　iron　barrier　arced　up　into　the　vertical　position；　the　guard　returned　the　key　and　the　Jackal　sped　through　into　a　miniaturized　〃West　Berlin。〃
　He　raced　through　the　narrow　replica　of　the　Kurfürstendamm　to　the　Bu