rl.thebourneultimatum-第135章

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e　killing　ground；　they'll　open　fire；　assuming　you're　from　the　Jackal。〃
　〃Then　we　must　create　a　diversion　where　we　can　isolate　the　targets；〃　said　Mario；　his　elbows　on　the　table；　his　intelligent　eyes　on　the　count。　〃Perhaps　an　emergency　in　the　early　hours　of　the　morning。　A　fire　in　their　lodgings；　perhaps；　that　necessitates　their　ing　outside。　I've　done　it　before；　in　the　confusion　of　fire　trucks　and　police　sirens　and　the　general　panic；　one　can　pull　targets　away　and　plete　the　assignments。〃
　〃It's　a　fine　strategy；　Mario；　but　there　are　still　the　Soviet　guards。〃
　〃We　take　them　out！〃　cried　DeFazio。
　〃You　are　only　two　men；〃　said　the　diplomat；　〃and　there　are　at　least　three　in　Barbizon；　to　say　nothing　of　the　hotel　in　Paris　where　the　cripple　and　the　doctor　are　staying。〃
　〃So　we　outmatch　the　numbers。〃　The　capo　supremo　pulled　the　back　of　his　hand　over　the　sweat　that　had　gathered　on　his　forehead。　〃We　hit　this　Barbizon　first；　right？〃
　〃With　only　two　men？〃　asked　the　countess；　her　cosmeticized　eyes　wide　in　surprise。
　〃You　got　men！〃　exclaimed　DeFazio。　〃We'll　use　a　few。　。。。　I'll　pay　additional。〃
　The　count　shook　his　head　slowly　and　spoke　softly。　〃We　will　not　go　to　war　with　the　Jackal；〃　he　said。　〃Those　are　my　instructions。〃
　〃Fairy　bastards！〃
　〃An　interesting　ment　ing　from　you；〃　observed　the　countess；　a　thin　insulting　smile　on　her　lips。
　〃Perhaps　our　dons　are　not　as　generous　as　yours；〃　continued　the　diplomat。　〃We　are　willing　to　cooperate　up　to　a　point　but　no　further。〃
　〃You'll　never　make　another　shipment　to　New　York；　or　Philly；　or　Chicago！〃
　〃We'll　let　our　superiors　debate　those　issues；　won't　we？〃
　There　was　a　sudden　knocking　at　the　door；　four　raps　in　a　row；　harsh　and　intrusive。　〃Avanti；〃　called　out　the　count；　instantly　reaching　under　his　jacket　and　ripping　an　automatic　out　of　his　belt；　he　lowered　it　beneath　the　overhang。　of　the　red　tablecloth　and　smiled　as　the　manager　of　Tetrazzim's　entered。
　〃Emergenza；〃　said　the　grossly　overweight　man；　walking　rapidly　to　the　well…tailored　mafioso　and　handing　him　a　note。
　〃Grazie。〃
　〃Prego；〃　replied　the　manager；　crossing　back　to　the　door　and　exiting　as　quickly　as　he　had　arrived。
　〃The　anxious　gods　of　Sicily　may　be　smiling　down　on　you　after　all；〃　said　the　count；　reading。　〃This　munication　is　from　the　man　following　your　targets。　They　are　outside　Paris　and　they　are　alone；　and　for　reasons　I　cannot　possibly　explain；　there　are　no　guards。　They　have　no　protection。〃
　〃Where？〃　cried　DeFazio；　leaping　to　his　feet。
　Without　answering；　the　diplomat　calmly　reached　for　his　gold　lighter；　ignited　it；　and　fired　the　small　piece　of　paper；　lowering　it　into　an　ashtray。　Mario　sprang　up　from　his　chair；　the　man　from　Rome　dropped　the　lighter　on　the　table　and　swiftly　retrieved　the　gun　from　his　lap。　〃First；　let　us　discuss　the　fee；〃　he　said　as　the　note　coiled　into　flaming　black　ash。　〃Our　dons　in　Palermo　are　definitely　not　as　generous　as　yours。　Please　talk　quickly；　as　every　minute　counts。〃
　〃You　motherfucking　bastard！〃
　〃My　Oedipal　problems　are　not　your　concern。　How　much；　Signor　DeFazio？〃
　〃I'll　go　the　limit；〃　replied　the　capo　supremo；　lowering　himself　into　the　chair；　staring　at　the　charred　remnants　of　the　information。　〃Three　hundred　thousand；　American。　That's　it。〃
　〃That's　excremento；〃　said　the　countess。　〃Try　again。　Seconds　bee　minutes　and　you　cannot　afford　them。〃
　〃All　right；　all　right！　Double　it！〃
　〃Plus　expenses；〃　added　the　woman。
　〃What　the　fuck　can　they　be？〃
　〃Your　cousin　Mario　is　right；〃　said　the　diplomat。　〃Please　watch　your　language　in　front　of　my　wife。〃
　〃Holy　shit…〃
　〃I　warned　you；　signore。　The　expenses　are　an　additional　quarter　of　a　million；　American。〃
　〃What　are　you；　nuts？〃
　〃No；　you're　vulgar。　The　total　is　one　million　one　hundred　fifty　thousand　dollars；　to　be　paid　as　our　couriers　in　New　York　so　instruct　you。　。。。　If　not；　you　will　be　missed　in…what　is　it？…Brooklyn　Heights；　Signor　DeFazio？〃
　〃Where　are　the　targets？〃　said　the　beaten　capo　supremo；　his　defeat　painful　to　him。
　〃At　a　small　private　airfield　in　Pontcarré；　about　forty…five　minutes　from　Paris。　They're　waiting　for　a　plane　that　was　grounded　in　Poitiers　because　of　bad　weather。　It　can't　possibly　arrive　for　at　least　an　hour　and　a　quarter。〃
　〃Did　you　bring　the　equipment　we　requested？〃　asked　Mario　rapidly。
　〃It's　all　there；〃　answered　the　countess；　gesturing　at　the　large　black　suitcase　on　a　chair　against　the　wall。
　〃A　car；　a　fast　car！〃　cried　DeFazio　as　his　executioner　retrieved　the　suitcase。
　〃Outside；〃　replied　the　count。　〃The　driver　will　know　where　to　take　you。　He's　been　to　that　field。〃
　〃e　on；　cugino。　Tonight　we　collect　and　you　can　settle　a　score！〃
　Except　for　a　single　clerk　behind　the　counter　in　the　small　one…room　terminal　and　an　air　controller　hired　to　stay　the　extra　hours　in　the　radio　tower；　the　private　airport　in　Pontcarré　was　deserted。　Alex　Conklin　and　Mo　Panov　stayed　discreetly　behind　as　Bourne　led　Marie　outside　to　the　gate　area　fronting　the　field　beyond　a　waist…high　metal　fence。　Two　strips　of　receding　amber　ground　lights　defined　the　long　runway　for　the　plane　from　Poitiers；　they　had　been　turned　on　only　a　short　time　ago。
　〃It　won't　be　long　now；〃　said　Jason。
　〃This　whole　damn　thing's　stupid；〃　retorted　Webb's　wife。　〃Everything。〃
　〃There's　no　reason　for　you　to　stay　and　every　reason　for　you　to　leave。　For　you　to　be　alone　here　in　Paris　would　be　stupid。　Alex　is　right。　If　Carlos's　people　found　you；　you'd　be　taken　hostage；　so　why　risk　it？〃
　〃Because　I'm　capable　of　staying　out　of　sight　and　I　don't　want　to　be　ten　thousand　miles　away　from　you。　You'll　forgive　me　if　I　worry　about　you；　Mr。　Bourne。　And　care　for　you。〃
　Jason　looked　at　her　in　the　shadows；　grateful　for　the　darkness；　she　could　not　clearly　see　his　eyes。　〃Then　be　reasonable　and　use　your　head；〃　he　said　coldly；　suddenly　feeling　so　old；　too　old　for　such　a　transparently　false　lack　of　feeling。　〃We　know　Carlos　is　in　Moscow　and　Krupkin　isn't　far　behind　him。　Dimitri's　flying　us　there　in　the　morning；　and　we'll　be　under　the　protection　of　the　KGB　in　the　tightest　city　in　the　world。　What　more　could　we　want？〃
　　〃You　were　under　the　protection　of　the　United　States　government　on　a　short　East　Side　block　in　New　York　thirteen　years　ago　and　it　didn't　do　you　much　good。〃
　〃There's　a　great　deal　of　difference。　Back　then　the　Jackal　knew　exactly　where　I　was　going　and　when　I'd　be　there。　Right　now　he　has　no　idea　we　even　know　he's　in　Moscow。　He's　got　other　problems；　big　ones　for　him；　and　he　thinks　we're　here　in　Paris…he's　ordered　his　people　to　keep　searching　for　us。〃
　〃What　will　you　do　in　Moscow？〃
　〃We　won't　know　until　we　get　there；　but　whatever　it　is；　it's　better　than　here　in　Paris。　Krupkin's　been　busy。　Every　ranking　officer　in　Dzerzhinsky　Square　who　speaks　French　is　being　watched　and　is　under　surveillance。　He　said　the　French　narrowed　down　the　possibilities　and　that　something　should　break。　。。。　Something　will　break；　the　odds　are　on　our　side。　And　when　it　does；　I　can't　be　worried　about　you　back　here。〃
　〃That's　the　nicest　thing　you've　said　in　the　past　thirty…six　hours。〃
　〃So　be　it。　You　should　be　with　the　children　and　you　know　that。　You'll　be　out　of　reach　and　safe　。。。　and　the　kids　need　you。　Mrs。　Cooper's　a　terrific　lady；　but　she's　not　their　mother。　Besides；　your　brother　probably　has　Jamie　smoking　his　Cuban　cigars　and　playing　Monopoly　with　real　money　by　now。〃
　Marie　looked　up　at　her　husband；　a　gentle　smile　apparent　in　the　darkness　as　well　as　in　her　voice。　〃Thanks　for　the　laugh。　I　need　it。〃
　〃It's　probably　the　truth…your　brother；　I　mean。　If　there　are　good…looking　women　on　the　staff；　it's　quite　possible　our　son's　lost　his　virginity。〃
　〃David！〃　Bourne　was　silent。　Marie　chuckled　briefly；　then　went　on。　〃I　suppose　I　really　can't　argue　with　you。〃
　〃And　you　would　if　my　argument　was　flawed；　Dr。　St。　Jacques。　That's　something　I've　learned　over　the　past　thirteen　years。〃
　〃I　still　object　to　this　crazy　trip　back　to　Washington！　From　here　to　Marseilles；　then　to　London；　then　on　a　flight　to　Dulles。　It'd　be　so　much　simpler　just　to　get　on　a　plane　from　Orly　to　the　States。〃
　〃It's　Peter　Holland's　idea。　He'll　meet　you　himself；　so　ask　him；　he　doesn't　say　an　awful　lot　on　the　phone。　I　suspect　he　doesn't　want　to　deal　with　the　French　authorities　for　fear　of　a　leak　to　Carlos's　people。　A　sin