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face； gouging his cheeks with thumb and forefinger； forcing Treadstone Seventy…one to look at him。 〃I'll say this once； Mr。 Bourne； and if it doesn't sink in； you may stay here by yourself and take the consequences！ But we must leave。 If you get hold of yourself； we'll be in touch with the proper officials of your government within the hour from Paris。 I've read the warning to you and I can assure you your own people are capable of protecting your family…as your family was explained to me by Aleksei。 But you； yourself； must be part of that munication。 You can bee rational； Mr。 Bourne； or you can go to hell。 Which will it be？〃
The Chameleon； straining against the knees pinning him to the ground； exhaled as if it were his final breath。 His eyes came into focus and he said； 〃Get these bastards off me。〃
〃One of those bastards saved your life；〃 said Conklin。
〃And I saved one of theirs。 So be it。〃
The armor…plated Citro？n sped down the country road toward the Paris highway。 On the scrambled cellular telephone； Krupkin ordered a team to Epernon for the immediate removal of what was left of the Russian backup vehicle。 The body of the slain man had been placed carefully in the Citro？n's trunk； and the official Soviet ment； if asked for； was one of noninvolvement： Two lower…level diplomatic staff had gone out for a country lunch when the massacre occurred。 Several killers were in stocking masks； the others barely seen as the staff members escaped through a back door； running for their lives。 When it was over they returned to the restaurant； covering the victims； trying to calm the hysterical women and the lone surviving man。 They had called their superiors to report the hideous incident and were instructed to inform the local police and return at once to the embassy。 Soviet interests could not be jeopardized by the accidental presence at the scene of an act of French criminality。
〃It sounds so Russian；〃 Krupkin said。
〃Will anyone believe it？〃 Alex wondered。
〃It doesn't matter；〃 answered the Soviet。 〃Epernon reeks of a Jackal reprisal。 The blown…apart old man； two subordinate terrorists in stocking masks…the Sыreté knows the signs。 If we were involved； we were on the correct side； so they won't pursue our presence。〃
Bourne sat silently by the window。 Krupkin was beside him with Conklin in the jump seat in front of the Russian。 Jason broke his angry silence； taking his eyes off the rushing scenery and slamming his fist on the armrest。 〃Oh； Christ； the kids！〃 he shouted。 〃How could that bastard have learned about the Tannenbaum house？〃
〃Forgive me； Mr。 Bourne；〃 broke in Krupkin gently。 〃I realize it's far easier for me to say than for you to accept； but very soon now you'll be in touch with Washington。 I know something about the Agency's ability to protect its own； and I guarantee you it's maddeningly effective。〃
〃It can't be so goddamned great if Carlos can penetrate this far！〃
〃Perhaps he didn't；〃 said the Soviet。 〃Perhaps he had another source。〃
〃There weren't any。〃
〃One never knows； sir。〃
They sped through the streets of Paris in the blinding afternoon sun as the pedestrians sweltered in the summer heat。 Finally they reached the Soviet embassy on the boulevard Lannes and raced through the gates； the guards waving them on； instantly recognizing Krupkin's gray Citro？n。 They swung around the cobblestone courtyard； stopping in front of the imposing marble steps and the sculptured arch that formed the entrance。
〃Stay available； Sergei；〃 ordered the KGB officer。 〃If there's to be any contact with the Sыreté； you're selected。〃 Then； as if it were an afterthought； Krupkin addressed the aide sitting next to Sergei in the front seat。 〃No offense； young man；〃 he added； 〃but over the years my old friend and driver has bee highly resourceful in these situations。 However； you also have work to do。 Process the body of our loyal deceased rade for cremation。 Internal Operations will explain the paperwork。〃 With a nod of his head； Dimitri Krupkin instructed Bourne and Alex Conklin to get out of the car。
Once inside； Dimitri explained to the army guard that he did not care for his guests to be subjected to the metal detecting trellises through which all visitors to the Soviet embassy were expected to pass。 As an aside； he whispered in English to his guests。 〃Can you imagine the alarms that would go off？ Two armed Americans from the savage CIA roaming the halls of this bastion of the proletariat？ Good heavens； I can feel the cold of Siberia in my testicles。〃
They walked through the ornate； richly decorated nineteenth…century lobby to a typical brass…grilled French elevator； they entered and proceeded to the third floor。 The grille opened and Krupkin continued as he led the way down a wide corridor。 〃We'll use an in…house conference room；〃 he said。 〃You'll be the only Americans who have ever seen it or will ever see it； as it's one of the few offices without listening devices。〃
〃You wouldn't want to submit that statement to a polygraph； would you？〃 asked Conklin； chuckling。
〃Like you； Aleksei； I learned long ago how to fool those idiot machines； but even if that were not so； in this case I would willingly submit it； for it's true。 In all honesty； it's to protect ourselves from ourselves。 e along now。〃
The conference room was the size of an average suburban dining room but with a long heavy table and dark masculine furniture； the chairs thick； unwieldy and quite fortable。 The walls were covered with deep brown paneling； the inevitable portrait of Lenin centered ostentatiously behind the head chair； beside which was a low table designed for the telephone console within easy reach。 〃I know you're anxious；〃 said Krupkin； going to the console； 〃so I'll authorize an international line for you。〃 Lifting the phone； touching a button； and speaking rapidly in Russian； Dimitri did so； then hung up and turned to the Americans。 〃You're assigned number twenty…six； it's the last button on the right； second row。〃
〃Thanks。〃 Conklin nodded and reached into his pocket； pulling out a scrap of paper and handing it to the KGB officer。 〃I need another favor； Kruppie。 That's a telephone number here in Paris。 It's supposed to be a direct line to the Jackal； but it didn't match the one Bourne was given that did reach him。 We don't know where it fits in； but wherever it is； it's tied to Carlos。〃
〃And you don't want to call it for fear of exposing your possession of the number…initial codes； that sort of thing。 I understand； of course。 Why send out an alert when it's unnecessary？ I'll take care of it。〃 Krupkin looked at Jason； his expression that of an older； understanding colleague。 〃Be of good and firm heart； Mr。 Bourne； as the czarists would say facing no discernible harm whatsoever。 Despite your apprehensions； I have enormous faith in Langley's abilities。 They've harmed my not insignificant operations more than I care to dwell upon。〃
〃I'm sure you've done your share of damage to them；〃 said Jason impatiently； glancing at the telephone console。
〃That knowledge keeps me going。〃
〃Thanks； Kruppie；〃 said Alex。 〃In your words； you're a fine old enemy。〃
〃Again； shame on your parents！ If they had stayed in Mother Russia； just think。 By now you and I would be running the Komitet。〃
〃And have two lakefront houses？〃
〃Are you crazy； Aleksei？ We would own the entire Lake Geneva！〃 Krupkin turned and walked to the door； letting himself out with quiet laughter。
〃It's all a damned game with you people； isn't it？〃 said Bourne。
〃Up to a point；〃 agreed Alex； 〃but not when stolen information can lead to the loss of life…on both sides； incidentally。 That's when the weapons e out and the games are over。〃
〃Reach Langley；〃 said Jason abruptly； nodding at the console。 〃Holland's got some explaining to do。〃
〃Reaching Langley wouldn't help…〃
〃What？〃
〃It's too early； it's barely seven o'clock in the States； but not to worry； I can bypass。〃 Conklin again reached into a pocket and withdrew a small notebook。
〃Bypass？〃 cried Bourne。 〃What kind of double talk is that？ I'm close to the edge； Alex； those are my children over there！〃
〃Relax； all it means is that I've got his unlisted home number。〃 Conklin sat down and picked up the phone； he dialed。
〃Bypass；' for Christ's sake。 You relics of outmoded ciphers can't use the English language。 Bypass！〃
〃Sorry； Professor； it's habit。 。。。 Peter？ It's Alex。 Open your eyes and wake up； sailor。 We've got plications。〃
〃I don't have to wake up；〃 said the voice from Fairfax； Virginia。 〃I just got back from a five…mile jog。〃
〃Oh； you people with feet think you're so smart。〃
〃Jesus； I'm sorry； Alex。 。。。 I didn't mean…〃
〃Of course you didn't； Ensign Holland； but we've got a problem。〃
〃Which means at least you've made contact。 You reached Bourne。〃
〃He's standing over my shoulder and we're calling from the Soviet embassy in Paris。〃
〃What？ Holy shit！〃
〃Not holy； just Casset； remember？〃
〃Oh； yes； I forgot。 。。。 What about his wife？〃
〃Mo Panov's with her。 The good doctor's covering the medical bases； for which I'm grateful。〃
〃So am I。 Any other progress？〃
〃Nothing you want to hear； but you're going to hear it loud and clear。〃
〃What are you talk