| He held his gun against everyone?s throat, quietly
demanding to know the best roads to Novgorod, threatening to kill whoever gave him the wrong
answerNone did, of course, and all who knew told him it was five to six hundred kilometers away,
a full day?s drive
?Drive?? interjected Bourne
?He knows he cannot use any other means of transportationThe railroads, the airports?even
the small airfields?all will be watched, he understands that
?What will he do in Novgorod?? asked Jason quickly
?Dear God in heaven, which, of course, there is neither, who knows? He intends to leave his
mark, a highly destructive memorial to himself, no doubt, in answer to those he believes betrayed
him thirty-odd years ago, as well as the poor souls who fell under his gun this morning in the
VavilovaHe took the papers from our agent trained at Novgorod; he thinks they?ll get him
insideThey won?t?we?ll stop him
?Don?t even try,? said Bourne?He may or may not use them, depending upon what he sees,
what he sensesHe doesn?t need papers to get in there any more than I do, but if he senses
something wrong, and he will, he?ll kill a number of good men and still get inside
?What are you driving at?? asked Krupkin warily, eyeing Bourne, the American with alternate
identities and apparently conflicting life-styles
?Get me inside ahead of him with a detailed map of the whole complex and some kind of
document balenciaga whistle bag that gives me free access to go wherever I want to go
?You?ve lost your senses!? cried Dimitri?A nondefecting American, an assassin hunted by
every NATO country in Europe, inside Novgorod??
?Nyet, nyet, nyet!? roared the Komitet commissar?I understand good, okay? You are lunatic,
okay??
?Do you want the Jackal??
?Naturally, but there are limits to the cost
?I haven?t the slightest interest in Novgorod or in any of the compounds?you should know that
by nowYour little infiltrating operations and our little infiltrating operations can go on and on and
it doesn?t matter because none of it means a goddamned thing in the long runIt?s all adolescent
game playingWe either live together on this planet or there is no planetMy only concern is
CarlosI want him dead so I can go on living
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?Of course, I personally agree with much of what you say, although the adolescent games do
keep some of us rather gracefully employedHowever, there?s no way I could convince my more
rigid superiors, starting with the one standing above me
?All right,? said Conklin from his table, his eyes still on the ceiling?Down and dirty?we deal
You get him into Novgorod and you keep Ogilvie
?We?ve already got him, Aleksei
?Not clean, you haven?tWashington knows he?s here
?So??
?So I can say you lost him and they?ll believe meThey?ll take my word for it that he flew out faux gucci bag of
your nest and you?re mad as hell, but you can?t get him backHe?s operating from points unknown
or unreachable, but obviously under the sovereign protection of a United Nations countryAs a
matter of conjecture, I suspect that?s how you got him over here in the first place
?You?re cryptic, my fine old enemyTo what purpose should I entertain your suggestion??
?No World Court embarrassments, no charges of harboring an American accused of
international crimesYou win the stakes in EuropeYou take over the Medusa operation with no
complications?in the person of one Dimitri Krupkin, a proven sophisticate from the cosmopolitan
world of ParisWho better to guide the enterprise? The newest hero of the Soviet, a member of
the inner economic council of the PresidiumForget the lousy house in Geneva, Kruppie, how
about a mansion on the Black Sea??
?It is a most intelligent and attractive offer, I grant you,? said Krupkin?I know two or three
men on the Central Committee whom I can reach in a matter of minutes-everything confidential, of
course
?Nyet, nyet!? shouted the KGB commissar, slamming his fist down on Dimitri?s table?I
understand some?you talk too fast?but all is lunatic!?
?Oh, for God?s sake, shut up!? roared Krupkin?We?re discussing things far beyond your
grasp!?
?Shto?? Like a young child reprimanded by an adult, the Komitet officer, his puffed eyes
widened, was both d |
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