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〃Many years；〃 agreed Jason。 〃I wonder how much things have changed。〃
〃Technologically you could probably fill a few volumes； especially in munications and security； but not the basics。 Not the tunnels or the miles of grids in and out of the water； they're built for a couple of centuries。 As far as the pounds go； there're always some minor adjustments； but I don't think they'd tear up the streets or the buildings。 It'd be easier to move a dozen cities。〃
〃So whatever the changes； they're essentially internal。〃 They reached a miniature intersection where an argumentative driver of an early…seventies Chevrolet was being given a ticket for a traffic violation by an equally disagreeable policeman。 〃What's that all about？〃 asked Bourne。
〃The purpose of the assignment is to instill a degree of contentiousness on the part of the one driving the car。 In America a person will frequently； often loudly； argue with a police officer。 It's not the case here。〃
〃Like in questioning authority； such as a student contradicting his professor？ I don't imagine that's too popular； either。〃
〃That's also entirely different。〃
〃I'm glad you think so。〃 Jason heard a distant hum and looked up at the sky。 A light； single…engine seaplane was flying south following the Volkhov River。 〃My God； airborne；〃 he said； as if to himself。
〃Forget it；〃 countered Benjamin。 〃It's ours。 。。。 Technology again。 One； there's no place to land except patrolled helicopter pads； and two； we're shielded by radar。 An unidentified plane ing within thirty miles of here； the air base at Belopol is alerted and it's shot down。〃 Across the street a small crowd had gathered； watching the disagreeable policeman and the argumentative driver； who had slammed his hand down on the roof of the Chevrolet as the crowd vocally encouraged him。 〃Americans can be very foolish；〃 mumbled the young trainer； his embarrassment showing。
〃At least someone's idea of Americans can be；〃 said Bourne； smiling。
〃Let's go；〃 said Benjamin； starting to walk away。 〃I personally pointed out that the assignment wasn't very realistic； but it was explained to me that instilling the attitude was important。〃
〃Like telling a student that he can actually argue with a professor； or a citizen that he can publicly criticize a member of the Politburo？ They are strange attitudes； aren't they？〃
〃Pound sand； Archie。〃
〃Relax； young Lenin；〃 said Jason； ing alongside the trainer。 〃Where's your LA cool？〃
〃I left it in the La Brea Tar Pits。〃
〃I want to study the maps。 All of them。〃
〃It's been arranged。 Also the other ground rules。〃
They sat in a conference room at staff headquarters； the large rectangular table covered with maps of the entire Novgorod plex。 Bourne could not help himself； even after nearly four hours of concentration； he frequently shook his head in sheer astonishment。 The series of deep…cover training grounds along the Volkhov were more expansive and more intricate than he had thought possible。 Benjamin's remark that it would 〃be easier to move a dozen cities〃 rather than drastically alter Novgorod was a simple statement of fact； not too much of an exaggeration。 Scaled…down replicas of towns and cities； waterfronts and airports； military and scientific installations from the Mediterranean to the Atlantic； north to the Baltic and up the Gulf of Bothnia； were represented within its boundaries； all in addition to the American acreage。 Yet for all the massive detail； suggestion and miniaturization made it possible to place everything within barely thirty miles of riverfront wilderness； at a depth ranging from three to five miles。
〃Egypt； Israel； Italy；〃 began Jason； circling the table； staring down at the maps。 〃Greece； Portugal； Spain； France； the UK…〃 He rounded the corner as Benjamin interrupted； leaning wearily back in a chair： 〃Germany； the Netherlands； and the Scandinavian countries。 As I explained； most of the pounds include two separate and distinct countries； usually where there are mon boundaries； cultural similarities or just to conserve space。 There are basically nine major pounds； representing all the major nations…major to our interests…and therefore nine tunnels； approximately seven kilometers apart starting with the one here and heading north along the river。〃
〃Then the first tunnel next to ours is the UK； right？〃
〃Yes； followed by France； then Spain…which includes Portugal…then across the Mediterranean； beginning with Egypt along with Israel…〃
〃It's clear；〃 broke in Jason； sitting down at the end of the table； bringing his clasped hands together in thought。 〃Did you get word up the line that they're to admit anyone with those papers Carlos has； no matter what he looks like？〃
〃No。〃
〃What？〃 Bourne snapped his head toward the young trainer。
〃I had rade Krupkin do that。 He's in a Moscow hospital； so they can't lock him up here for training fatigue。〃
〃How can I cross over into another pound？ Quickly； if necessary。〃
〃Then you're ready for the rest of the ground rules？〃
〃I'm ready。 There's only so much these maps can tell me。〃
〃Okay。〃 Benjamin reached into his pocket and withdrew a small black object the size of a credit card but somewhat thicker。 He tossed it to Jason； who caught it in midair and studied it。 〃That's your passport；〃 continued the Soviet。 〃Only the senior staff has them and if one's lost or misplaced for even a few minutes； it's reported immediately。〃
〃There's no ID； no writing or marking at all。〃
〃It's all inside； puterized and coded。 Each pound checkpoint has a clearing lock。 You insert it and the barriers are raised； admitting you and telling the guards that you're cleared from headquarters…and noted。〃
〃Damned clever； these backward Marxists。〃
〃They had the same little dears for just about every hotel room in Los Angeles； and that was four years ago。 。。。 Now for the rest。〃
〃The ground rules？〃
〃Krupkin calls them protective measures…for us as well as you。 Frankly； he doesn't think you'll get out of here alive； and if you don't； you're to be deep…fried and lost。〃
〃How nicely realistic。〃
〃He likes you； Bourne 。。。 Archie。〃
〃Go on。〃
〃As far as the senior staff is concerned； you're undercover personnel from the inspector general's office in Moscow； an American specialist sent in to check on Novgorod leaks to the West。 You're to be given whatever you need； including weapons； but no one is to talk to you unless you talk to him first。 Considering my own background； I'm your liaison； anything you want you relay through me。〃
〃I'm grateful。〃
〃Maybe not entirely；〃 said Benjamin。 〃You don't go anywhere without me。〃
〃That's unacceptable。〃
〃That's the way it is。〃
〃No； it's not。〃
〃Why not？〃
〃Because I won't be impeded 。。。 and if I do get out of here； I'd like a certain Benjamin's mother to find him alive and well and muting to Moscow。〃
The young Russian stared at Bourne； strength mingled with no little pain in his eyes。 〃You really think you can help my father and me？〃
〃I know I can 。。。 so help me。 Play by my rules； Benjamin。〃
〃You're a strange man。〃
〃I'm a hungry man。 Can we get some food around here？ And maybe a little bandage？ I got hit a while back； and after today my neck and shoulders are letting me know it。〃 Jason removed his jacket； his shirt was drenched in blood。
〃Jesus Christ！ I'll call a doctor…〃
〃No； you won't。 Just a medic； that's all。 。。。 My rules； Ben。〃
〃Okay…Archie。 We're staying at the Visiting missars Suite； it's on the top floor。 We've got room service and I'll ring the infirmary for a nurse。〃
〃I said I'm hungry and unfortable； but they're not my major concerns。〃
〃Not to worry；〃 said the Soviet Californian。 〃The instant anything unusual happens anywhere； we'll be reached。 I'll roll up the maps。〃
It happened at precisely 12：02 A。M。 directly after the universal changing of the guard； during the darkest darkness of the night。 The telephone in the missars Suite screamed； propel ling Benjamin off the couch。 He raced across the room to the jangling； insistent instrument and yanked it off its cradle。 〃Yes？ 。。。 Gdye？ Kogda？ Shto eto znachit？ 。。。 Da！〃 He slammed the phone down and turned to Bourne at the dinner table； the maps of Novgorod having replaced the room…service dishes。 〃It's unbelievable。 At the Spanish tunnel…across the river two guards are dead； and on this side the officer of the watch was found fifty yards away from his post； a bullet in his throat。 They ran the video tapes and all they saw was an unidentified man walking through carrying a duffel bag！ In a guard's uniform！〃
〃There was something else； wasn't there？〃 asked Delta coldly。
〃Yes； and you may be right。 On the other side was a dead farmhand clutching torn papers in his hand。 He was lying between the two murdered guards； one of them stripped to his shorts and shoes。 。。。 How did he do it？〃
〃He was the good guy； I can't think of anything else；〃 mused Bourne； rising quickly； and reaching； pouncing on the map of the Spanish pound。 〃He must have sent in his paid impostor with the rotten mocked…up papers； then ran in himself； the wounded Komitet officer at the last moment exposing the fraud and speaking the foreign language which his impostor couldn't do and couldn't understand