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ence that permitted access to the guardhouse and thus to the tunnel。
Jason crouched and crawled forward； he reached the waist…high fence； the pandemonium behind him continuous； deafening。 Every muscle and joint in his legs and arms pounded with pain； cramps were developing everywhere； everywhere！ Don't think about them； don't acknowledge them。 You're too close； David！ Keep going。 Jason Bourne knows what to do。 Trust him！
Aaughh！ He spun his body over the fence； the handle of his sheathed bayonet embedded itself in his kidney。 There is no pain！ You're too close； David…Jason。 Listen to Jason！
The searchlights…someone had pressed something and they went crazy； spinning around in circles； abrupt； blinding； out of control！ Where would Carlos go？ Where could he hide？ The beams were erratically piercing everywhere！ Then； from an opening that he could not see from across the fenced…in area； two police cars raced inside； their sirens blaring。 Uniformed men leaped out from every door； and contrary to anything he expected to see； each scrambled to the borders of the fence； behind the cars and the vans； one after another dashing from one vehicle to another to the open gate that led to the guardhouse and the tunnel。
There was a break in space； in time。 In men！ The last four escapees from the second car were suddenly three…and only moments later did the fourth appear…but he was not the same…the uniform was not the same！ There were specks of orange and red； and the visored officer's cap was laced with gold ribbing； the visor itself too prominent for the American army； the crown of the cap too pointed。 What was it？ 。。。 And； suddenly； Bourne understood。 Fragments of his memories spiraled back years to Madrid or Casavieja； when he was tracing the Jackal's contracts with the Falangists。 It was a Spanish uniform！ That was it！ Carlos had infiltrated through the Spanish pound； and as his Russian was fluent； he was using the high…ranking uniform to make his escape from Novgorod。
Jason lurched to his feet； his automatic drawn； and ran across the graveled lot； his left hand reaching into his field jacket pocket for his second…to…last flare。 He pulled the release and hurled the fired stalk above the cars； beyond the fence。 Benjamin would not see it from the guardhouse and mistake it for the signal to close the gates of the tunnel； that signal would e shortly…in seconds； perhaps…but at the moment it was premature； again perhaps by seconds。
〃Eto srochno！〃 roared one of the escaping men； spinning around and panicked at the sight of the hissing； blinding flare。
〃Skoryeye！〃 shouted another； passing three panions and racing toward the open section of the fence。 As the whirling searchlights continued their maniacal spinning； Bourne counted the seven figures as one by one they dashed away from the last car and passed through the opening； joining the excited crowds at the mouth of the tunnel。 The eighth man did not appear； the high…ranking Spanish uniform was nowhere in sight。 The Jackal was trapped！
Now！ Jason whipped out his last flare； yanked the release； and threw it with all his strength over the stream of rushing men and women at the guardhouse。 Do it； Ben！ he screamed in silence as he removed the next…to…last grenade from the pocket of his field jacket。 Do it now！
As if in answer to his fevered plea； a thunderous roar came from the tunnel； round after round of hysterical protestations punctuated by screams and shrieks and wailing chaos。 Two rapid； deafening bursts of automatic gunfire preceded unintelligible mands over the speakers； shouted in Russian。 。。。 Another burst and the same voice continued； louder； even more authoritative； as the crowd momentarily but perceptibly quieted down； only to suddenly resume screaming at full volume。 Bourne glanced over； astonished to see through the beams of the spinning searchlights the figure of Benjamin now standing on the roof of the concrete guardhouse。 The young trainer was shouting into the microphone； exhorting the crowd to follow his instructions； whatever they were。 。。。 And whatever they were； they were being obeyed！ The multitude gradually； then gathering momentum； began reversing direction…then； as a single unit； started racing back into the street！ Benjamin ignited his flare and waved it； pointing to the north。 He was sending Jason his own signal。 Not only was the tunnel shut down but the crowds were being dispersed without anyone being shot with the AK…47。 There had been a better way。
Bourne dropped to the ground； his eyes scanning the under sides of the stationary vehicles； the spewing flame beyond lighting up the open spaces。 。。。 A pair of legs…in boots！ Behind the third automobile on the left； no more than twenty yards from the break in the fence that led to the tunnel。 Carlos was his！ The end was at last in sight！ No time！ Do what you have to do and do it quickly！ He dropped his weapon on the gravel； gripped the grenade in his right hand； pulled the pin； grabbed the 。45 with his left hand and lurched off the ground； racing forward。 Roughly thirty feet from the car he dived back down into the gravel； turned sideways and heaved the grenade under the automobile…only at the last instant； the small bomb having left his hand； realizing that he had made a terrible error！ The legs behind the car did not move…the boots remained in place； for they were just that； boots！ He lunged to his right； rolling furiously over the sharp stones； shielding his face； curling his body into the smallest mass he could manage。
The explosion was deafening； the lethal debris joining the whirling beams of the searchlights in the night sky； fragments of metal and glass stinging Jason's back and legs。 Move； move！ screamed the voice in his mind's ears as he lurched to his knees； then to his feet in the smoke and fire of the burning automobile。 As he did so the gravel erupted all around him； he zigzagged wildly toward the protection of the nearest vehicle； a square…shaped van。 He was hit twice； in his shoulder and thigh！ He spun around the wall of the van at the precise moment when the large windshield was blown away。
〃You're no match for me； Jason Bourne！〃 screamed Carlos the Jackal； his automatic weapon on rapid fire。 〃You never were！ You are a pretender； a fraud！〃
〃So be it；〃 roared Bourne。 〃Then e and get me！〃 Jason raced to the driver's door； yanked it open； then ran to the back of the vehicle where he crouched； his face to the edge； his Colt 。45 angled straight up next to his cheek。 With a final hissing expulsion； the flare beyond the fence burned itself out as the Jackal stopped his continuous fire。 Bourne understood。 Carlos faced the open door； unsure； indecisive 。。。 only seconds to go。 Metal against metal； a gun barrel was rammed against the door； slamming it shut。 Now！
Jason spun around the edge of the van； his weapon exploding； firing into the Spanish uniform； blowing the gun out of the Jackal's hands。 One； two； three； the shells flew in the air…and then they stopped！ They stopped； the explosions replaced by a sickening； jamming click as the round in the chamber failed to eject。 Carlos lurched to the ground for his weapon； his left arm limp and bleeding but his right hand still strong； clutching the gun like the claw of a crazed animal。
Bourne whipped his bayonet out of its scabbard… and sprang forward； slicing the blade down toward the Jackal's forearm。 He was too late！ Carlos held the weapon！ Jason lunged up； his left hand clasping the hot barrel…hold on； hold on！ You can't let it go！ Twist it！ Clockwise！ Use the bayonet…no； don't！ Drop it！ Use both hands！ The conflicting mands clashed in his head； madness。 He had no breath； no strength； his eyes could not focus…the shoulder。 Like Bourne himself； the Jackal was wounded in his right shoulder！
Hold on！ Reach the shoulder but hold on！ With a last； gasping final surge； Bourne shot up and crashed Carlos back into the side of the van； pummeling the wounded area。 The Jackal screamed； dropping the weapon； then kicked it under the vehicle。
Where the blow came from； Jason at first did not know； he only knew that the left side of his skull seemed suddenly split in two。 Then he realized that he had done it to himself！ He had slipped on the blood…covered gravel； and had crashed into the metal grille of the van。 It did not matter…nothing mattered！
Carlos the Jackal was racing away！ With the rampant confusion everywhere； there were a hundred ways he could get out of Novgorod。 It had all been for nothing！
Still； there was his last grenade。 Why not？ Bourne removed it； pulled the pin； and threw it over the van into the center of the parking area。 The explosion followed and Jason got to his feet； perhaps the grenade would tell Benjamin something； warn him to keep his eyes on the area。
Staggering and barely able to walk； Jason started for the break in the fence that led to the guardhouse and the tunnel。〃 Oh； God； Marie； I failed！ I'm so sorry。 Nothing！ It was for nothing！ And then； as if all Novgorod were having a final laugh at his expense； he saw that someone had opened the iron gates to the tunnel； giving the Jackal his invitation to freedom。
〃Archie 。。。 ？〃 Benjamin's astonished voice floated over the sounds of the river； followed by the s