rl.thebourneultimatum-第164章
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〃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 Budapesterstrasse； where he slowed down and pulled out the petcock release。 The fuel flowed into the street。 He then reached into the open duffel bag on the seat beside him； ripped out the small pretimed plastique explosives and； as he had done throughout the southern pounds to the border of 〃France；〃 hurled them through the lowered windows on both sides of the truck into the foundations of the wooden buildings he thought most flammable。 He sped into the 〃Munich〃 sector； then to the port of 〃Bremerhaven〃 on the river； and finally into 〃Bonn〃 and the scaled…down versions of the embassies in 〃Bad Godesberg；〃 flooding the streets； distributing the explosives。 He looked at his watch； it was time to head back。 He had barely fifteen minutes before the first detonations took place in all of 〃West Germany；〃 followed by the explosions in the bined pounds of 〃Italy…Greece；〃 〃Israel…Egypt〃 and 〃Spain…Portugal；〃 each spaced eight minutes apart； timed to create maximum chaos。
There was no way the individual fire brigades could contain the flaming streets and buildings in the disparate sectors of their pounds north of 〃France。〃 Others would be ordered in from adjacent pounds only to be recalled when the fires erupted on their own grounds。 It was a simple formula for cosmic confusion； the cosmos being the false universe of Novgorod。 The border gates； would be flagged open； frantic traffic unimpeded； and to plete the devastation； the genius that was Ilich Ramirez Sanchez…brought into the world of terror as Carlos the Jackal by the errors of that same Novgorod…had to be in 〃Paris。〃 Not his Paris； but the hated Novgorod's 〃Paris；〃 and he would burn it to the ground in ways the maniacs of the Third Reich never dreamed of。 Then would e 〃England；〃 and finally； ultimately； the largest pound in the despised； isolated； illusionist Novgorod； where he would leave his triumphant message…the 〃United States of America；〃 breeder of the apostate assassin Jason Bourne。 The statement would be as pure and as clear as Alpine water washing over the blood of a destroyed false universe。
I alone have done this。 My enemies are dead and I live。
Carlos checked his duffel bag； what remained were the most lethal instruments of death found in the arsenal of Kubinka。 Four layered rows of short…packaged； heat…seeking missiles； twenty in all； each capable of blowing up the entire base of the Washington Monument； and once fused and unshielded； each would seek the sources of fire and do its work。 Satisfied； the Jackal shut off the fuel release； turned around and sped back to the border gate。
The sleepy technician at Capital Headquarters blinked his eyes and stared at the green letters on the screen in front of him。 What he read did not really make sense； but the clearances went unchallenged。 For the fifth time the 〃mandant〃 of the 〃Spanish〃 pound had crossed and recrossed the north borders up into 〃Germany〃 and was now heading back into 〃France。〃 Twice before； when the codes were transmitted and in accord with the maximum alert that was in force； the technician had phoned the gates of 〃Israel〃 and 〃Italy〃 and was told that only a fuel truck had passed through。 That was the information he had given to a code…cleared trainer named Benjamin； but now he wondered。 Why would such a high…ranking official be driving a fuel truck？ 。。。 On the other hand； why not？ Novgorod was rife with corruption； everyone suspected that； so perhaps the 〃mandant〃 was either seeking out the corrupters or collecting his fees at night。 Regardless； since there was no report of a lost or stolen card； and the puters raised no objections； it was better to leave well enough alone。 One never knew who his next superior might be。
〃Voici ma carte；〃 said Bourne to the guard at the border crossing as he handed the man his puterized card。 〃Vite； s'il vous plaоt！〃
〃Da 。。。 oui；〃 replied the guard； walking rapidly to the clearance machine as an enormous fuel truck； heading the other way； passed through into 〃England。〃
〃Don't press the French too much；〃 said Benjamin； in the front seat beside Jason。 〃These cats do their best； but they're not linguists。〃
〃Cal…if…fornia 。。。 here I e；〃 sang Bourne softly。 〃You sure you and your father don't want to join your mother in LA？〃
〃Shut up！〃
The guard returned； saluted； and the iron barrier was raised。 Jason accelerated； and saw in a matter of moments； bathed in floodlights； a three…story replica of the Eiffel Tower。 In the distance； to the right； was a miniature Champs…Elysées with a wooden reproduction of the Arc de Triomphe； high enough to be unmistakable。 Absently； Bourne's mind wandered back to those fitful； terrible hours when he and Marie had raced all over Paris trying desperately to find each other。 。。。 Marie； oh God； Marie！ I want to e back I want to be David again。 He and I…we're so much older now。 He doesn't frighten me any longer and I don't anger him。 。。。 Who？ Which of us？ Oh； Christ！
〃Hold it；〃 said Benjamin； touching Jason's arm。 〃Slow down。〃
〃What is it？〃
〃Stop； 〃cried the young trainer。 〃Pull over and shut off the engine。〃
〃What's the matter with you？〃
〃I'm not sure。〃 Benjamin's neck was arched back； his eyes on the clear night sky and the shimmering lights of the stars。 〃No clouds；〃 he said cryptically。 〃No storms。〃
〃It's not raining； either。 So what？ I want to get up to the Spanish pound！〃
〃There it goes again…〃
〃What the hell are you talking about？〃 And then Bourne heard it 。。。 far away； the sound of distant thunder； yet the night was clear。 It happened again…and again and again； one deep rumble after another。
〃There！〃 shouted the young Soviet from Los Angeles； standing up in the jeep and pointing to the north。 〃What is it？〃
〃That's fire； young man；〃 answered Jason softly； hesitantly； as he also stood up and stared at the pulsating yellow glow that lit up the distant sky。 〃And my guess is that it's the Spanish pound。 He was initially trained there and that's what he came back to do…to blow the place up！ It's his revenge！ 。。。 Get down； we've got to get up there！〃
〃No； you're wrong；〃 broke in Benjamin； quickly lowering himself into the seat as Bourne started the engine and yanked the jeep into gear。 〃 'Spain's' no more than five or six miles from here。 Those fires are a lot farther away。〃
〃Just show me the fastest route；〃 said Jason； pressing the accelerator to the floor。
Under the trainer's swiftly roving eyes acpanied by sudden shouts of 〃Turn here！〃 and 〃Go right！〃 and 〃Straight down this road！〃 they raced through 〃Paris；〃 and north into successive sectors labeled 〃Marseilles；〃 〃Montbéliard；〃 〃Le Havre；〃 〃Strasbourg〃 and so many others； circling town squares and passing quaint streets and miniaturized city blocks； until finally they were in sight of the 〃Spanish〃 border。 The closer they came； the louder were the booms in the distance； the brighter the yellow night sky。 The guards at the gate were furiously manning their telephones and hand…held radios； the two…note blasts of sirens joined the shouting and the
