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〃I want the ground rules clear so there won't be one；〃 said the West Coast…bred Soviet。 〃I don't approve of your being permitted in here。 Regardless of my former address and the way I may sound； I haven't much use for Americans。〃
〃Listen to me； Ben；〃 interrupted Bourne； his eyes forcing the trainer to look at him。 〃All things considered； I don't approve of your mother still being in prison； either； but I didn't put her there。〃
〃We free the dissidents and the Jews； but you insist on keeping a fifty…eight…year…old woman who was at best a simple courier！〃 whispered the Russian； spitting out the words。
〃I don't know the facts and I wouldn't be too quick to call Moscow the mercy capital of the world； but if you can help me…really help me…maybe I can help your mother。〃
〃Goddamned bullshit promises。 What the hell can you do？〃
〃To repeat what I said an hour ago to a bald…headed friend of yours in the plane； I don't owe my government a thing； but it sure as hell owes me。 Help me； Benjamin。〃
〃I will because I've been ordered to； not because of your con。 But if you try to learn things that have nothing to do with your purpose here…you won't get out。 Clear？〃
〃It's not only clear； it's irrelevant and unnecessary。 Beyond normal astonishment and curiosity； both of which I will suppress to the best of my ability； I haven't the slightest interest in the objectives of Novgorod。 Ultimately； in my opinion； they lead nowhere。 。。。 Although； I grant you； the whole plex beats the hell out of Disneyland。〃
Benjamin's involuntary laugh through the straw caused the foam on。 his milk shake to swell and burst。 〃Have you been to Anaheim？〃 he asked mischievously。
〃I could never afford it。〃
〃We had diplomatic passes。〃
〃Christ； you're human； after all。 e on； let's take a walk and talk some turkey。〃
They crossed over a miniature bridge into New London； Connecticut； home of America's submarine construction； and strolled down to the Volkhov River； which in this area had been turned into a maximum security naval base…again； all in realistic miniature。 High fences and armed 〃U。S。 Marine〃 guards were stationed at the gates and patrolled the grounds fronting the concrete slips that held enormous mock…ups of the stallions of America's nuclear undersea fleet。
〃We have all the stations； all the schedules； every device and every reduced inch of the piers；〃 said Benjamin。 〃And we've yet to break the security procedures。 Isn't that crazy？〃
〃Not for a minute。 We're pretty good。〃
〃Yes； but we're better。 Except for minor pockets of discontent； we believe。 You merely accept。〃
〃What？〃
〃Your crap notwithstanding； white America was never in slavery。 We were。〃
〃That's not only long…past history； young man； but rather selective history； isn't it？〃
〃You sound like a professor。〃
〃Suppose I were？〃
〃I'd argue with you。〃
〃Only if you were in a sufficiently broad…minded environment that allowed you to argue with authority。〃
〃Oh； e on； cut the bullshit； man！ The academic…freedom bromide is history。 Check out our campuses。 We've got rock and blue jeans and more grass than you can find the right paper to roll it in。〃
〃That's progress？〃
〃Would you believe it's a start？〃
〃I'll have to think about it。〃
〃Can you really help my mother？〃
〃Can you really help me？〃
〃Let's try。 。。。 Okay； this Carlos the Jackal。 I've heard of him but he's not large in my vocabulary。 Direktor Krupkin says he's one very bad dude。〃
〃I hear California checking in。〃
〃It es back。 Forget it。 I'm where I want to be and don't for a moment think otherwise。〃
〃I wouldn't dare。〃
〃What？〃
〃You keep protesting…〃
〃Shakespeare said it better。 My minor at UCLA was English lit。〃
〃What was your major？〃
〃American history。 What else； Grandpa？〃
〃Thanks； kid。〃
〃This Jackal；〃 said Benjamin； leaning against the New London fence as several guards began to run toward him。 〃Prosteetye！〃 he yelled。 〃No； no！ I mean； excuse me。 Tak govorya！ I'm a trainer！ 。。。 Oh； shit！〃
〃Will you be reported？〃 asked Jason as they quickly walked away。
〃No； they're too damned dumb。 They're maintenance personnel in uniforms； they walk their posts but they don't really know what's going on。 Only who and what to stop。〃
〃Pavlov's dogs？〃
〃Who better？ Animals don't rationalize； they go for the throats and plug up the holes。〃
〃Which brings us back to the Jackal；〃 said Bourne。
〃I don't understand。〃
〃You don't have to； it's symbolic。 How could he get in here？〃
〃He couldn't。 Every guard in every tunnel up the line has the name and serial numbers of the Novgorod papers he took from the agent he killed in Moscow。 If he shows up； they'll stop him and shoot him on sight。〃
〃I told Krupkin not to do that。〃
〃For Christ's sake； why？〃
〃Because it won't be him and lives could be lost。 He'll send in others； maybe two or three or four into different pounds； always testing； confusing； until he finds a way to get through。〃
〃You're nuts。 What happens to the men he sends in？〃
〃It wouldn't matter。 If they're shot； he watches and learns something。〃
〃You're really crazy。 Where would he find people like that？〃
〃Anyplace where there are people who think they're making a month's salary for a few minutes' work。 He could call each one a routine security check…remember； he's got the papers to prove he's official。 bined with money； people are impressed with such documents and aren't too skeptical。〃
〃And at the first gate he loses those papers；〃 insisted the trainer。
〃Not at all。 He's driving over five hundred miles through a dozen towns and cities。 He could easily have copies made in any number of places。 Your business centers have Xerox machines； they're all over the place； and touching up those papers to look like the real items is no sweat。〃 Bourne stopped and looked at the Americanized Soviet。 〃You're talking details； Ben； and take my word for it； they don't count。 Carlos is ing here to leave his mark； and we have one advantage that blows away all his expertise。 If Krupkin was able to get the news out properly； the Jackal thinks I'm dead。〃
〃The whole world thinks you're dead。 。。。 Yes； Krupkin told me； it would've been dumb not to。 In here； you're a recruit named 'Archie；' but I know who you are； Bourne。 Even if I'd never heard of you before； I sure as hell have now。 You're all Radio Moscow's been talking about for hours。〃
〃Then we can assume Carlos has heard the news； too。〃
〃No question。 Every vehicle in Russia is equipped with a radio； it's standard。 In case of an American attack； incidentally。〃
〃That's good marketing。〃
〃Did you really assassinate Teagarten in Brussels？〃
〃Get off my case…〃
〃Off limits； okay。 What's your point？〃
〃Krupkin should have left it to me。〃
〃Left what？〃
〃The Jackal's penetration。〃
〃What the hell are you talking about？〃
〃Use Krupkin； if necessary； but send the word up to every tunnel； every entrance to Novgorod； to let in anyone using those papers。 My guess is three or four； maybe five。 They're to watch them； but they're to let everyone e inside。〃
〃You just got awarded a room made of thick sponge rubber。 You're certifiable； Archie。〃
〃No； I'm not。 I said that everyone should be watched； followed； that the guards maintain constant contact with us here in this pound。〃
〃So？〃
〃One of those men will disappear in a matter of minutes。 No one will know where he is or where he went。 That man will be Carlos。〃
〃And？〃
〃He'll convince himself he's invulnerable； free to do whatever he wants to do； because he thinks I'm dead。 That sets him free。〃
〃Why？〃
〃Because he knows and I know that we're the only ones who can track each other； whether it's in the jungles or the cities or a bination of both。 Hatred does that； Benjamin。 Or desperation。〃
〃That's pretty emotional； isn't it？ Also abstract。〃
〃No way；〃 answered Jason。 〃I have to think like he thinks…I was trained to do that years ago。 。。。 Let's examine the alternatives。 How far up the Volkhov does Novgorod extend？ Thirty； forty kilometers？〃
〃Forty…seven； to be exact； and every meter is impenetrable。 There are magnesium pipes crisscrossing the water； spaced above and below the surface to permit the free flow of underwater life but capable of setting off alarms。 On the east bank are interlocking ground grids； all weight…sensing。 Anything over ninety pounds instantly sets off sirens； and television monitors and spotlights zero in on any intruder over that weight。 And even if an eighty…nine…pound wonder reached the fence； he'd be electrically rendered unconscious on the first touch； that also goes for the magnesium pipes in the river。 Of course； falling trees or floating logs and the heavier animals keep our security forces on the run。 It's good discipline； I suppose。〃
〃Then there are only the tunnels；〃 said Bourne； 〃is that right？〃
〃You came through one； what can I tell you that you didn't see？ Except that iron gates literally crash down at the slightest irregularity； and in emergencies all the tunnels can be flooded。〃
〃All of which Carlos knows。 He was trained here。〃
〃Many years ago； Krupkin told me。〃
〃Many years；〃 agreed Jason。 〃I wonder how much things have changed。〃
〃Technologically you could probably