rl.thebourneultimatum-第142章

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　The　screen　came　alive　on　the　console；　the　opening　shots　crude　and　choppy。　Most　had　been　taken　with　hand…held　video　cameras　from　car　windows。　One　scene　after　another　showed　specific　men　walking　in　the　Moscow　streets　or　getting　into　official　vehicles；　driving　or　being　driven　throughout　the　city　and；　in　several　cases；　outside　the　city　over　country　roads。　In　every　case　the　subjects　under　surveillance　met　with　other　men　and　women；　whereupon　the　zoom　lenses　enlarged　the　faces。　A　number　of　shots　took　place　inside　buildings；　the　scenes　murky　and　dark；　the　result　of　insufficient　light　and　awkwardly　held　concealed　cameras。
　〃That　one　is　expensive　whore！〃　laughed　the　colonel　as　a　man　in　his　late　sixties　escorted　a　much　younger　woman　into　an　elevator。　〃It　is　the　Solnechy　Hotel　on　the　Varshavkoye。　I　will　personally　check　the　general's　vouchers　and　find　a　loyal　ally；　da？〃
　The　choppy；　cross…cutting　tape　continued　as　Krupkin　and　the　two　Americans　grew　weary　of　the　seemingly　endless　and　pointless　visual　record。　Then；　suddenly；　there　was　an　exterior　shot　of　a　huge　cathedral；　crowds　on　the　pavement；　the　light　indicating　early　evening。
　〃St。　Basil's　Cathedral　in　Red　Square；〃　said　Krupkin。　〃It's　a　museum　now　and　a　very　fine　one；　but　every　now　and　then　a　zealot…usually　foreign…holds　a　small　service。　No　one　interferes；　which；　of　course；　the　zealots　want　us　to　do。〃
　The　screen　became　murky　again；　the　vibrating　focus　briefly　and　wildly　swaying；　the　camcorder　had　moved　inside　the　cathedral　as　the　agent　operating　it　was　jostled　by　the　crowds。　Then　it　became　steady；　held　perhaps　against　a　pillar。　The　focus　now　was　on　an　elderly　man；　his　hair　white　in　contrast　to　the　lightweight　black　raincoat　he　was　wearing。　He　was　walking　down　a　side　aisle　pensively　glancing　at　the　succession　of　icons　and　the　higher　majestic　stained…glass　windows。
　〃Rodchenko；〃　said　the　peasant…colonel；　his　voice　guttural。　〃The　great　Rodchenko。〃
　The　man　on　the　screen　proceeded　into　what　appeared　to　be　a　large　stone　corner　of　the　cathedral　where　two　thick　pedestaled　candles　threw　moving　shadows　against　the　walls。　The　video　camera　jerkily　moved　upward；　the　agent；　again　perhaps；　standing　on　a　portable　stool　or　a　hastily　obtained　box。　The　picture　grew　suddenly　more　detailed；　the　figures　larger　as　the　zoom　lens　was　activated；　thrusting　through　the　crowds　of　tourists。　The　white…haired　subject　approached　another　man；　a　priest　in　priestly　garb…balding；　thin；　his　plexion　dark。
　〃It's　him！〃　cried　Bourne。　〃It's　Carlos！〃
　Then　a　third　man　appeared　on　the　screen；　joining　the　other　two；　and　Conklin　shouted。
　〃Jesus！　〃he　roared　as　all　eyes　were　riveted　on　the　television　set。　〃Hold　it　there！〃　The　KGB　missar　instantly　plied　with　his　remote；　the　picture　remained　stationary；　shaky　but　constant。　〃The　other　one！　Do　you　recognize　him；　David？〃
　〃I　know　him　but　I　don't　know　him；〃　replied　Bourne　in　a　low　voice　as　images　going　back　years　began　filling　his　inner　screen。　There　were　explosions；　white　blinding　lights　with　blurred　figures　running　in　a　jungle　。。。　and　then　a　man；　an　Oriental；　being　shot　repeatedly；　screaming　as　he　was　hammered　into　the　trunk　of　a　large　tree　by　an　automatic　weapon。　The　mists　of　confusion　swelled；　dissolving　into　a　barracks…like　room　with　soldiers　sitting　behind　a　long　table；　a　wooden　chair　on　the　right；　a　man　sitting　there；　fidgeting；　nervous。　And　without　warning；　Jason　suddenly　knew　that　man…it　was　himself！　A　younger；　much　younger　self；　and　there　was　another　figure；　in　uniform；　pacing　like　a　caged　ferret　back　and　forth　in　front　of　the　chair；　savagely　berating　the　man　then　known　as　Delta　One。　。。。　Bourne　gasped；　his　eyes　frozen　on　the　television　screen　as　he　realized　he　was　staring　at　an　older　version　of　that　angry；　pacing　figure　in　his　mind's　eye。　〃A　courtroom　in　a　base　camp　north　of　Saigon；〃　he　whispered。
　〃It's　Ogilvie；〃　said　Conklin；　his　voice　distant；　hollow。　〃Bryce　Ogilvie。　。。。　My　God；　they　did　link　up。　Medusa　found　the　Jackal！〃
　
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　〃It　was　a　trial；　wasn't　it；　Alex？〃　said　Bourne；　bewildered；　the　words　floating；　hesitant。　〃A　military　trial。〃
　〃Yes；　it　was；〃　agreed　Conklin。　〃But　it　wasn't　your　trial；　you　weren't　the　accused。〃
　〃I　wasn't？〃
　〃No。　You　were　the　one　who　brought　charges；　a　rare　thing　for　any　of　your　group　to　do　then；　in　or　out　of　the　field。　A　number　of　the　army　people　tried　to　stop　you　but　they　couldn't。　。。。　We'll　go　into　it　later；　discuss　it　later。〃
　〃I　want　to　discuss　it　now；〃　said　Jason　firmly。　〃That　man　is　with　the　Jackal；　right　there　in　front　of　our　eyes。　I　want　to　know　who　he　is　and　what　he　is　and　why　he's　here　in　Moscow…with　the　Jackal。〃
　〃Later…〃
　〃Now。　Your　friend　Krupkin　is　helping　us；　which　means　he's　helping　Marie　and　me　and　I'm　grateful　for　his　help。　The　colonel　here　is　also　on　our　side　or　we　wouldn't　be　seeing　what's　on　that　screen　at　this　moment。　I　want　to　know　what　happened　between　that　man　and　me；　and　all　of　Langley's　security　measures　can　go　to　hell。　The　more　I　know　about　him…now…the　better　I　know　what　to　ask　for；　what　to　expect。〃　Bourne　suddenly　turned　to　the　Soviets。　〃For　your　information；　there's　a　period　in　my　life　I　can't　pletely　remember；　and　that's　all　you　have　to　know。　Go　on；　Alex。〃
　〃I　have　trouble　remembering　last　night；〃　said　the　colonel。
　〃Tell　him　what　he　wants　to　know；　Aleksei。　It　can　have　no　bearing　on　our　interests。　The　Saigon　chapter　is　closed；　as　is　Kabul。〃
　〃All　right。〃　Conklin　lowered　himself　into　a　chair　and　massaged　his　right　calf；　he　tried　to　speak　casually　but　the　attempt　was　not　wholly　successful。　〃In　December　of　1970　one　of　your　men　was　killed　during　a　search…and…destroy　patrol。　It　was　called　an　accident　of　'friendly　fire；'　but　you　knew　better。　You　knew　he　was　marked　by　some　horseshit　artists　down　south　at　headquarters；　they　had　it　in　for　him。　He　was　a　Cambodian　and　no　saint　by　any　means；　but　he　knew　all　the　contraband　trails；　so　he　was　your　point。〃
　〃Just　images；〃　interrupted　Bourne。　〃All　I　get　are　fragments。　I　see　but　I　can't　remember。〃
　〃The　facts　aren't　important　anymore；　they're　buried　along　with　several　thousand　other　questionable　events。　Apparently　a　large　narcotics　deal　went　sour　in　the　Triangle　and　your　scout　was　held　responsible；　so　a　few　hotshots　in　Saigon　thought　a　lesson　should　be　taught　their　gook　runners。　They　flew　up　to　your　territory；　went　into　the　grass；　and　took　him　out　like　they　were　a　VC　advance　unit。　But　you　saw　them　from　a　piece　of　high　ground　and　blew　all　your　gaskets。　You　tracked　them　back　to　the　helicopter　pad　and　gave　them　a　choice：　Get　in　and　you'd　storm　the　chopper　leaving　no　survivors；　or　they　could　e　back　with　you　to　the　base　camp。　They　came　back　under　your　men's　guns　and　you　forced　Field　mand　to　accept　your　multiple　charges　of　murder。　That's　when　Ice…Cold　Ogilvie　showed　up　looking　after　his　Saigon　boys。〃
　〃Then　something　happened；　didn't　it？　Something　crazy…everything　got　confused；　twisted。〃
　〃It　certainly　did。　Bryce　got　you　on　the　stand　and　made　you　look　like　a　maniac；　a　sullen　pathological　liar　and　a　killer　who；　except　for　the　war　and　your　expertise；　would　be　in　a　maximum　security　prison。　He　called　you　everything　in　the　rotten　black　book　and　demanded　that　you　reveal　your　real　name…which　you　wouldn't　do；　couldn't　do；　because　your　first　wife's　Cambodian　family　would　have　been　slaughtered。　He　tried　to　tie　you　in　verbal　knots；　and；　failing　that；　threatened　the　military　court　with　exposing　the　whole　bastard　battalion；　which　it　also　couldn't　allow。　。。。　Ogilvie's　thugs　got　off　for　lack　of　credible　testimony；　and　after　the　trial　you　had　to　be　physically　restrained　in　the　barracks　until　Ogilvie　was　airborne　back　to　Saigon。〃
　〃His　name　was　Kwan　Soo；〃　said　Bourne　dreamily；　his　head　moving　back　and　forth　as　if　rejecting　a　nightmare。　〃He　was　a　kid；　maybe　sixteen　or　seventeen；　sending　the　drug　money　back　to　three　villages　so　they　could　eat。　There　wasn't　any　other　way　。。。　oh；　shit！　What　would　any　of　us　have　done　if　our　families　were　starving？〃
　〃That　wasn't　anything　you　could　say　at　the　trial　and　you　knew　it。　You　had　to　hold　your　tongue　and　take　Ogilvie's　vicious　crap。　I　came　up　and　watched　you　and　I　never　saw　a　man　exercise　such　control　over　his　hatred。〃
　〃That　isn't　the　way　I　seem　to　recall　it…what　I　can　recall。　Some　of　it's　ing　back；　not　much；　but　so