rl.thebourneultimatum-第9节
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〃Maybe he didn't； David。 Maybe he's counting on the fact that you'd remember。 Maybe this whole charade is a prelude to the real trap he's setting for you。〃
〃Then he made another mistake。〃
〃Oh？〃
〃I'm better than that。 Jason Bourne's better than that。〃
4
David Webb walked through the National Airport terminal and out the automatic doors onto the crowded platform。 He studied the signs and proceeded across the walkway leading to the Short…Term Parking area。 According to plan； he was to go to the farthest aisle on the right； turn left； and continue down the row of parked cars until he saw a metallic gray 1986 Pontiac LeMans with an ornamental crucifix suspended from the rearview mirror。 A man would be in the driver's seat wearing a white cap； the window lowered。 Webb was to approach him and say； 〃The flight was very smooth。〃 If the man removed his cap and started the engine； David was to climb in the backseat。 Nothing more would be said。
Nothing more was said； not between Webb and the driver。 However； the latter reached under the dashboard； removed a microphone and spoke quietly but clearly。 〃Our cargo's on board。 Please mence rotating vehicle cover。〃
David thought that the exotic procedures bordered on the laughable； but since Alex Conklin had traced him to the Rockwell jet's departure area at Logan Airport； and； further； had reached him on Director Peter Holland's private override telephone； he assumed the two of them knew what they were doing。 It crossed Webb's mind that it had something to do with Mo Panov's call to him nine hours ago。 It was all but confirmed when Holland himself got on the phone insisting that he drive down to Hartford and take a mercial flight out of Bradley to Washington； adding enigmatically that he wanted no further telephone munication or private or government aircraft involved。
This particular government…oriented car； however； wasted no time getting out of National Airport。 It seemed as if in only minutes they were rushing through the countryside and； only minimally less rapidly； through the suburbs of Virginia。 They swung up to the private gate of an expensive garden apartment plex； the sign reading VIENNA VILLAS； after the township in which it was located。 The guard obviously recognized the driver and waved him through as the heavy bar across the entrance was raised。 It was only then that the driver spoke directly to Webb。
〃This place has five separate sections over as many acres； sir。 Four of them are legitimate condominiums with regular owners； but the fifth； the one farthest from the gate； is an Agency proprietary with its own road and security。 You couldn't be healthier； sir。〃
〃I didn't feel particularly sick。〃
〃You won't be。 You're DCI cargo and your health is very important to him。〃
〃That's nice to know； but how do you know？〃
〃I'm part of the team； sir。〃
〃In that case； what's your name？〃
The driver was silent for a moment； and when he answered； David had the uneasy feeling that he was being propelled back in time； to a time he knew he was reentering。 〃We don't have names； sir。 You don't and I don't。〃
Medusa。
〃I understand；〃 said Webb。
〃Here we are。〃 The driver swung the car around a circular drive and stopped in front of a two…story Colonial structure that looked as though the fluted white pillars might have been made of Carrara marble。 〃Excuse me； sir； I just noticed。 You don't have any luggage。〃
〃No； I don't；〃 said David； opening the door。
〃How do you like my temporary digs？〃 asked Alex； waving his hand around the tastefully appointed apartment。
〃Too neat and too clean for a cantankerous old bachelor；〃 replied David。 〃And since when did you go in for floral curtains with pink and yellow daisies？〃
〃Wait！ You'll see the wallpaper in my bedroom。 It's got baby roses。〃
〃I'm not sure I care to。〃
〃Your room has hyacinths。 。。。 Of course； I wouldn't know a hyacinth if it jumped up and choked me； but that's what the maid said。〃
〃The maid？〃
〃Late forties and black and built like a sumo wrestler。 She also carries two popguns under her skirt and； rumor has it； several straight razors。〃
〃Some maid。〃
〃Some high…powered patrol。 She doesn't let a bar of soap or a roll of toilet paper in here that doesn't e from Langley。 You know； she's a pay…grade ten and some of these clowns leave her tips。〃
〃Do they need any waiters？〃
〃That's good。 Our scholar； Webb the waiter。〃
〃Jason Bourne's been one。〃
Conklin paused； then spoke seriously。 〃Let's get to him；〃 he said； limping to an armchair。 〃By the way； you've had a rough day and it's not even noon； so if you want a drink there's a full bar behind those puce shutters next to the window。 。。。 Don't look at me like that； our black Brunhilde said they were puce。〃
Webb laughed； it was a low； genuine laugh as he looked at his friend。 〃It doesn't bother you a bit； does it； Alex？〃
〃Hell； no； you know that。 Have you ever hid any liquor from me when I visited you and Marie？〃
〃There was never any stress…〃
〃Stress is irrelevant；〃 Conklin broke in。 〃I made a decision because there was only one other one to make。 Have a drink； David。 We have to talk and I want you calm。 I look at your eyes and they tell me you're on fire。〃
〃You once told me that it's always in the eyes；〃 said Webb； opening the purplish shutters and reaching for a bottle。 〃You can still see it； can't you？〃
〃I told you it was behind the eyes。 Never accept the first level。 。。。 How are Marie and the children？ I assume they got off all right。〃
〃I went over the flight plan ad nauseam with the pilot and knew they were all right when he finally told me to get off his case or fly the run myself。〃 Webb poured a drink and walked back to the chair opposite the retired agent。 〃Where are we； Alex？〃 he asked； sitting down。
〃Right where we were last night。 Nothing's moved and nothing's changed； except that Mo refuses to leave his patients。 He was picked up this morning at his apartment； which is now as secure as Fort Knox； and driven to his office under guard。 He'll be brought here later this afternoon with four changes of vehicles； all made in underground parking lots。〃
〃Then it's open protection； no one's hiding any longer？〃
〃That'd be pointless。 We sprung a trap at the Smithsonian and our men were very obvious。〃
〃It's why it might work； isn't it？ The unexpected？ Backups behind a protection unit told to make mistakes。〃
〃The unexpected works； David； not the dumb。〃 Conklin quickly shook his head。 〃I take that back。 Bourne could turn the dumbs into smarts； but not an officially mounted surveillance detail。 There are too many plications。〃
〃I don't understand。〃
〃As good as those men are； they're primarily concerned with guarding lives； maybe saving them； they also have to coordinate with each other and make reports。 They're career people； not one…shot； prepaid lowlife with an assassin's knife at their throats if they screw up。〃
〃That sounds so melodramatic；〃 said Webb softly； leaning back in the chair and drinking。 〃I guess I did operate like that； didn't I？〃
〃It was more image than reality； but it was real to the people you used。〃
〃Then I'll find those people again； use them again。〃 David shot forward； gripping his glass in both hands。 〃He's forcing me out； Alex！ The Jackal's calling my cards and I have to show。〃
〃Oh； shut up；〃 said Conklin irritably。 〃Now you're the one who's being melodramatic。 You sound like a grade…Z Western。 You show yourself； Marie's a widow and the kids have no father。 That's reality； David。〃
〃You're wrong。〃 Webb shook his head； staring at his glass。 〃He's ing after me； so I have to go after him； he's trying to pull me out； so I have to pull him out first。 It's the only way it can happen； the only way we'll get him out of our lives。 In the final analysis it's Carlos against Bourne。 We're back where we were thirteen years ago。 'Alpha； Bravo； Cain； Delta 。。。 Cain is for Carlos and Delta is for Cain。' 〃
〃That was a crazy Paris code thirteen years ago！〃 interrupted Alex sharply。 〃Medusa's Delta and his mighty challenge to the Jackal。 But this isn't Paris and it's thirteen years later！〃
〃And in five more years it'll be eighteen； five years after that； twenty…three。 What the hell do you want me to do？ Live with the specter of that son of a bitch over my family； frightened every time my wife or my children leave the house； living in fear for the rest of my life？ 。。。 No； you shut up； field man！ You know better than that。 The analysts can e up with a dozen strategies and we'll use bits and pieces of maybe six and be grateful； but when it gets down to the mud； it's between the Jackal and me。 。。。 And I've got the advantage。 I've got you on my side。〃
Conklin swallowed while blinking。 〃That's very flattering； David； maybe too flattering。 I'm better in my own element； a couple of thousand miles away from Washington。 It was always a little stifling for me here。〃
〃It wasn't when you saw me off on that plane to Hong Kong five years ago。 You'd put together half the equation by then。〃
〃That was easier。 It was a down…and…dirty D。C。 operation that had the smell of rotten halibut； so rotten it offended my nostrils。 This is different； this is Carlos。〃
〃That's my point； Ale
