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You've sold us anything we've wanted or needed for years； including every major item on your government's restricted lists under so many names our puters broke down trying to keep track of them。〃
〃No proof。〃 insisted the Wall Street attorney emphatically。
〃I'm not interested in such proof； Counselor。 I'm only interested in the names I mentioned to you。 In order； they are Admiral Holland； Alexander Conklin； Dr。 Panov and； lastly； Jason Bourne and his wife。 Please tell me about them。〃
〃Why？〃 pleaded Ogilvie。 〃I've just explained they have nothing to do with you and me； nothing to do with our arrangements！〃
〃We think they might have； so why not start with Admiral Holland？〃
〃Oh； for God's sake 。。。 ！〃 The agitated lawyer shook his head back and forth； stammered several times and let the words rush out。 〃Holland…all right； you'll see。 。。。 We recruited a man at the CIA； an analyst named DeSole who panicked and wanted to sever his relations with us。 Naturally； we couldn't permit that； so we had him eliminated…professionally eliminated…as we were forced to do with several others who we believed were dangerously unstable。 Holland may have had his suspicions and probably speculated on foul play； but he couldn't do any more than speculate…the professionals we employed left no traces； they never do。〃
〃Very well；〃 said Sulikov； holding his place by the mantel and gazing down at the nervous Ogilvie。 〃Next； Alexander Conklin。〃
〃He's a former CIA station chief and tied in with Panov； a psychiatrist…they're both connected to the man they call Jason Bourne and his wife。 They go back years； to Saigon； in fact。 You see； we had been penetrated； several of our people were reached and threatened； and DeSole came to the conclusion that this Bourne； with Conklin's help； was the one responsible for the penetration。〃
〃How could he do that？〃
〃I don't know。 I only know that he has to be eliminated and our professionals have accepted the contract…contracts。 They all have to go。〃
〃You mentioned Saigon。〃
〃Bourne was part of the old Medusa；〃 admitted Ogilvie quietly。 〃And like most of that crowd in the field； a thieving misfit。 。。。 It could be something as simple as his having recognized someone from twenty years ago。 The story DeSole heard was that this trash Bourne…that's not his real name； incidentally…was actually trained by the Agency to pose as an international assassin for the purpose of drawing out a killer they call the Jackal。 Ultimately； the strategy failed and Bourne was pensioned off…gold…watch time。 'Thanks for trying； old sport； but it's over now。' Obviously； he wanted a great deal more than that； so he came after us。 。。。 You can see now； can't you？ The two issues are pletely separate； there's no linkage。 One has nothing to do with the other。〃
The Russian unclasped his hands and took a step forward away from the mantel。 His expression was more one of concern than of alarm。 〃Can you really be so blind； or is your vision so tunneled that you see nothing but your enterprise？〃
〃I reject your insult out of hand。 What the hell are you talking about？〃
〃The connection is there because it was engineered； created for one purpose only。 You were merely a by…product； a side issue that suddenly became immensely important to the authorities。〃
〃I don't 。。。 understand；〃 whispered Ogilvie； his face growing pale。
〃You just said 'a killer they call the Jackal；' and before that you alluded to Bourne as a relatively insignificant rogue agent trained to pose as an assassin； a strategy that failed； so he was pensioned off…'gold…watch time；' I believe you said。〃
〃It's what I was told…〃
〃And what else were you told about Carlos the Jackal？ About the man who uses the name Jason Bourne？ What do you know about them？〃
〃Very little； frankly。 Two aging killers； scum who've been stalking each other for years。 Again； frankly； who gives a damn？ My only concern is the plete confidentiality of our organization…which you've seen fit to question。〃
〃You still don't see； do you？〃
〃See what； for God's sake？〃
〃Bourne may not be the lowly scum you think he is； not when you consider his associates。〃
〃Please be clearer；〃 said Ogilvie in a flat monotone。
〃He's using Medusa to hunt the Jackal。〃
〃Impossible！ That Medusa was destroyed years ago in Saigon！〃
〃Obviously he thought otherwise。 Would you care to remove your well…tailored jacket； roll up your sleeve； and display the small tattoo on your inner forearm？〃
〃No relevance！ A mark of honor in a war no one supported； but we had to fight！〃
〃Oh； e； Counselor。 From the piers and the supply depots in Saigon？ Stealing your forces blind and routing couriers to the banks in Switzerland。 Medals aren't issued for those heroics。〃
〃Pure speculation without foundation！〃 exclaimed Ogilvie。
〃Tell that to Jason Bourne； a graduate of the original Snake Lady。 。。。 Oh； yes； Counselor； he looked for you and he found you and he's using you to go after the Jackal。〃
〃For Christ's sake； how？〃
〃I honestly don't know； but you'd better read these。〃 The consul general crossed rapidly to the hotel desk； picked up a sheaf of stapled typewritten pages； and brought them over to Bryce Ogilvie。 〃These are decoded telephone conversations that took place four hours ago at our embassy in Paris。 The identities are established； the destinations as well。 Read them carefully； Counselor； then render me your legal opinion。〃
The celebrated attorney； the Ice…Cold Ogilvie； grabbed the papers and with swift； practiced eyes began reading。 As he flipped from one page to another； the blood drained from his face to the pallor of death。 〃My God； they know it all。 My offices are wired！ How？ Why？ It's insane！ We're impenetrable！〃
〃Again； I suggest you tell that to Jason Bourne and his old friend and station chief from Saigon； Alexander Conklin。 They found you。〃
〃They couldn't have！〃 roared Ogilvie。 〃We paid off or eliminated everyone in Snake Lady who even suspected the extent of our activities。 Jesus； there weren't that many and goddamned few in the field！ I told you； they were scum and we knew better…they were the thieves of the world and wanted for crimes all over Australia and the Far East。 The ones in bat we knew and we reached！〃
〃You missed a couple； I believe；〃 observed Sulikov。
The lawyer returned to the typed pages； beads of sweat rolling down his temples。 〃God in heaven； I'm ruined；〃 he whispered； choking。
〃The thought occurred to me；〃 said the Soviet consul general of New York； 〃but then； there are always options； aren't there？ 。。。 Naturally； there's only one course of action for us。 Like much of the continent； we were taken in by ruthless capitalist privateers。 Lambs led to the slaughter on the altars of greed as this American cartel of financial plunderers cornered markets； selling inferior goods and services at inflated prices； claiming by way of false documents to have Washington's approval to deliver thousands of restricted items to us and our satellites。〃
〃You son of a bitch！〃 exploded Ogilvie。 〃You…all of you…cooperated every step of the way。 You brokered millions for us out of the bloc countries； rerouted； renamed…Christ； repainted…ships throughout the Mediterranean； the Aegean； up the Bosporus and into Marmara； to say nothing about ports in the Baltic！〃
〃Prove it； Counselor；〃 said Sulikov； laughing quietly。 〃If you wish； I could make a laudable case for your defection。 Moscow would wele your expertise。〃
〃What？〃 cried the attorney as panic spread across his face。
〃Well； you certainly can't stay here an hour longer than absolutely necessary。 Read those words； Mr。 Ogilvie。 You're in the last stages of electronic surveillance before being picked up by the authorities。〃
〃Oh； my God…〃
〃You might try to operate from Hong Kong or Macao…they'd wele your money； but with the problems they currently have with the Mainland's markets and the Sino…British Treaty of '97； they'd probably frown on your indictments。 I'd say Switzerland's out； the reciprocal laws are so narrow these days； as Vesco found out。 Ahh； Vesco。 You could join him in Cuba。〃
〃Stop it！〃 yelled Ogilvie。
〃Then again you could turn state's evidence； there's so much to unravel。 They might even take； say； ten years off your thirty…year sentence。〃
〃Goddamn it； I'll kill you！〃
The bedroom door suddenly opened as a consulate guard appeared； his hand menacingly under his jacket。 The attorney had lurched to his feet； trembling helplessly； he returned to the chair and leaned forward； his head in his hands。
〃Such behavior would not be looked upon favorably；〃 said Sulikov。 〃e； Counselor； it's a time for cool heads； not emotional outbursts。〃
〃How the hell can you say that？〃 asked Ogilvie； a catch in his voice； a prelude to tears。 〃I'm finished。〃
〃That's a harsh judgment from such a resourceful man as you。 I mean it。 It's true you can't remain here； but still your resources are immense。 Act from that position of strength。 Force concessions； it's the art of survival。 Eventually the authorities will see the value of your contributions as they did with Boesky； Levine and several dozen others who endure their minimal sentences playing tennis and backgammon while still possessing fortunes。 Try it。〃
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