rl.thebourneultimatum-第132章

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　〃You　still　don't　see；　do　you？〃
　〃See　what；　for　God's　sake？〃
　〃Bourne　may　not　be　the　lowly　scum　you　think　he　is；　not　when　you　consider　his　associates。〃
　〃Please　be　clearer；〃　said　Ogilvie　in　a　flat　monotone。
　〃He's　using　Medusa　to　hunt　the　Jackal。〃
　〃Impossible！　That　Medusa　was　destroyed　years　ago　in　Saigon！〃
　〃Obviously　he　thought　otherwise。　Would　you　care　to　remove　your　well…tailored　jacket；　roll　up　your　sleeve；　and　display　the　small　tattoo　on　your　inner　forearm？〃
　〃No　relevance！　A　mark　of　honor　in　a　war　no　one　supported；　but　we　had　to　fight！〃
　〃Oh；　e；　Counselor。　From　the　piers　and　the　supply　depots　in　Saigon？　Stealing　your　forces　blind　and　routing　couriers　to　the　banks　in　Switzerland。　Medals　aren't　issued　for　those　heroics。〃
　〃Pure　speculation　without　foundation！〃　exclaimed　Ogilvie。
　〃Tell　that　to　Jason　Bourne；　a　graduate　of　the　original　Snake　Lady。　。。。　Oh；　yes；　Counselor；　he　looked　for　you　and　he　found　you　and　he's　using　you　to　go　after　the　Jackal。〃
　〃For　Christ's　sake；　how？〃
　〃I　honestly　don't　know；　but　you'd　better　read　these。〃　The　consul　general　crossed　rapidly　to　the　hotel　desk；　picked　up　a　sheaf　of　stapled　typewritten　pages；　and　brought　them　over　to　Bryce　Ogilvie。　〃These　are　decoded　telephone　conversations　that　took　place　four　hours　ago　at　our　embassy　in　Paris。　The　identities　are　established；　the　destinations　as　well。　Read　them　carefully；　Counselor；　then　render　me　your　legal　opinion。〃
　The　celebrated　attorney；　the　Ice…Cold　Ogilvie；　grabbed　the　papers　and　with　swift；　practiced　eyes　began　reading。　As　he　flipped　from　one　page　to　another；　the　blood　drained　from　his　face　to　the　pallor　of　death。　〃My　God；　they　know　it　all。　My　offices　are　wired！　How？　Why？　It's　insane！　We're　impenetrable！〃
　〃Again；　I　suggest　you　tell　that　to　Jason　Bourne　and　his　old　friend　and　station　chief　from　Saigon；　Alexander　Conklin。　They　found　you。〃
　〃They　couldn't　have！〃　roared　Ogilvie。　〃We　paid　off　or　eliminated　everyone　in　Snake　Lady　who　even　suspected　the　extent　of　our　activities。　Jesus；　there　weren't　that　many　and　goddamned　few　in　the　field！　I　told　you；　they　were　scum　and　we　knew　better…they　were　the　thieves　of　the　world　and　wanted　for　crimes　all　over　Australia　and　the　Far　East。　The　ones　in　bat　we　knew　and　we　reached！〃
　〃You　missed　a　couple；　I　believe；〃　observed　Sulikov。
　The　lawyer　returned　to　the　typed　pages；　beads　of　sweat　rolling　down　his　temples。　〃God　in　heaven；　I'm　ruined；〃　he　whispered；　choking。
　〃The　thought　occurred　to　me；〃　said　the　Soviet　consul　general　of　New　York；　〃but　then；　there　are　always　options；　aren't　there？　。。。　Naturally；　there's　only　one　course　of　action　for　us。　Like　much　of　the　continent；　we　were　taken　in　by　ruthless　capitalist　privateers。　Lambs　led　to　the　slaughter　on　the　altars　of　greed　as　this　American　cartel　of　financial　plunderers　cornered　markets；　selling　inferior　goods　and　services　at　inflated　prices；　claiming　by　way　of　false　documents　to　have　Washington's　approval　to　deliver　thousands　of　restricted　items　to　us　and　our　satellites。〃
　〃You　son　of　a　bitch！〃　exploded　Ogilvie。　〃You…all　of　you…cooperated　every　step　of　the　way。　You　brokered　millions　for　us　out　of　the　bloc　countries；　rerouted；　renamed…Christ；　repainted…ships　throughout　the　Mediterranean；　the　Aegean；　up　the　Bosporus　and　into　Marmara；　to　say　nothing　about　ports　in　the　Baltic！〃
　〃Prove　it；　Counselor；〃　said　Sulikov；　laughing　quietly。　〃If　you　wish；　I　could　make　a　laudable　case　for　your　defection。　Moscow　would　wele　your　expertise。〃
　〃What？〃　cried　the　attorney　as　panic　spread　across　his　face。
　〃Well；　you　certainly　can't　stay　here　an　hour　longer　than　absolutely　necessary。　Read　those　words；　Mr。　Ogilvie。　You're　in　the　last　stages　of　electronic　surveillance　before　being　picked　up　by　the　authorities。〃
　〃Oh；　my　God…〃
　〃You　might　try　to　operate　from　Hong　Kong　or　Macao…they'd　wele　your　money；　but　with　the　problems　they　currently　have　with　the　Mainland's　markets　and　the　Sino…British　Treaty　of　'97；　they'd　probably　frown　on　your　indictments。　I'd　say　Switzerland's　out；　the　reciprocal　laws　are　so　narrow　these　days；　as　Vesco　found　out。　Ahh；　Vesco。　You　could　join　him　in　Cuba。〃
　〃Stop　it！〃　yelled　Ogilvie。
　〃Then　again　you　could　turn　state's　evidence；　there's　so　much　to　unravel。　They　might　even　take；　say；　ten　years　off　your　thirty…year　sentence。〃
　〃Goddamn　it；　I'll　kill　you！〃
　The　bedroom　door　suddenly　opened　as　a　consulate　guard　appeared；　his　hand　menacingly　under　his　jacket。　The　attorney　had　lurched　to　his　feet；　trembling　helplessly；　he　returned　to　the　chair　and　leaned　forward；　his　head　in　his　hands。
　〃Such　behavior　would　not　be　looked　upon　favorably；〃　said　Sulikov。　〃e；　Counselor；　it's　a　time　for　cool　heads；　not　emotional　outbursts。〃
　〃How　the　hell　can　you　say　that？〃　asked　Ogilvie；　a　catch　in　his　voice；　a　prelude　to　tears。　〃I'm　finished。〃
　〃That's　a　harsh　judgment　from　such　a　resourceful　man　as　you。　I　mean　it。　It's　true　you　can't　remain　here；　but　still　your　resources　are　immense。　Act　from　that　position　of　strength。　Force　concessions；　it's　the　art　of　survival。　Eventually　the　authorities　will　see　the　value　of　your　contributions　as　they　did　with　Boesky；　Levine　and　several　dozen　others　who　endure　their　minimal　sentences　playing　tennis　and　backgammon　while　still　possessing　fortunes。　Try　it。〃
　〃How？〃　said　the　lawyer；　looking　up　at　the　Russian；　his　eyes　red；　pleading。
　〃The　where　es　first；〃　explained　Sulikov。　〃Find　a　neutral　country　that　has　no　extradition　treaty　with　Washington；　one　where　there　are　officials　who　can　be　persuaded　to　grant　you　temporary　residence　so　you　can　carry　on　your　business　activities…the　term　'temporary'　is　extremely　elastic；　of　course。　Bahrain；　the　Emirates；　Morocco；　Turkey；　Greece…there's　no　lack　of　attractive　possibilities。　All　with　rich　English…speaking　settlements。　。。。　We　might　even　be　able　to　help　you；　very　quietly。〃
　〃Why　would　you？〃
　〃Your　blindness　returns；　Mr。　Ogilvie。　For　a　price；　naturally。　。。。　You　have　an　extraordinary　operation　in　Europe。　It's　in　place　and　functioning；　and　under　our　control　we　could　derive　considerable　benefits　from　it。〃
　〃Oh　。。。　my　。。。　God；〃　said　the　leader　of　Medusa；　his　voice　trailing　off　as　he　stared　at　the　consul　general。
　〃Do　you　really　have　a　choice；　Counselor？　。。。　e　now；　we　must　hurry。　Arrangements　have　to　be　made。　Fortunately；　it's　still　early　in　the　day。〃
　It　was　3：25　in　the　afternoon　when　Charles　Casset　walked　into　Peter　Holland's　office　at　the　Central　Intelligence　Agency。　〃Breakthrough；〃　said　the　deputy　director；　then　added　less　enthusiastically；　〃Of　sorts。〃
　〃The　Ogilvie　firm？〃　asked　the　DCI。
　〃From　left　field；〃　replied　Casset；　nodding　and　placing　several　stock　photographs　on　Holland's　desk。　〃These　were　faxed　down　from　Kennedy　Airport　an　hour　ago。　Believe　me；　it's　been　a　heavy　sixty　minutes　since　then。〃
　〃From　Kennedy？〃　Frowning；　Peter　studied　the　facsimiled　duplicates。　They　prised　a　sequence　of　photographs　showing　a　crowd　of　people　passing　through　metal　detectors　in　one　of　the　airport's　international　terminals。　The　head　of　a　single　man　was　circled　in　red　in　each　photo。　〃What　is　it？　Who　is　it？〃
　〃They're　passengers　heading　for　the　Aeroflot　lounge；　Moscow　bound；　Soviet　carrier；　of　course。　Security　routinely　photographs　U。S。　nationals　taking　those　flights。〃
　〃So？　Who　is　he？〃
　〃Ogilvie　himself。〃
　〃What？〃
　〃He's　on　the　two　o'clock　nonstop　to　Moscow。　。。。　Only　he's　not　supposed　to　be。〃
　〃e　again？〃
　〃Three　separate　calls　to　his　office　came　up　with　the　same　information。　He　was　out　of　the　country；　in　London；　at　the　Dorchester；　which　we　know　he　isn't。　However；　the　Dorchester　desk　confirmed　that　he　was　booked　but　hadn't　arrived；　so　they　were　taking　messages。〃
　〃I　don't　understand；　Charlie。〃
　〃It's　a　smoke　screen　and　pretty　hastily　contrived。　In　the　first　place；　why　would　someone　as　rich　as　Ogilvie　settle　for　Aeroflot　when　he　could　be　on　the　Concorde　to　Paris　and　Air　France　to　Moscow？　Also；　why　would　his　office　volunteer　that　he　was　either　in　or　on　his　way　to　London　when　he　was　heading　for　Moscow？〃
　〃The　Aeroflot　flight's　obvious；〃　said　Holland。　〃It's　the　state　airline　and　he's　under　Soviet　protection。　The　London…Dorchester　bit　isn't　too　hard；　either。　It's　to　throw　people　off…my　God；　to　throw　us　off！〃
　〃Right　on；　master。　So　Valentino　did　some