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〃Understood。 I make contact with Benjamin。〃
〃He's the only one who knows who you are…not by name； of course； you'll use the name 'Archie'…and he'll furnish you with the necessary clearance to go from one pound to the other。〃
〃Papers？〃
〃He'll explain。 He'll also watch you； be with you at all times； and； frankly； he's been in touch with rade Krupkin and knows far more than I do…which is precisely the way this retired Georgia cracker likes it。 。。。 Good huntin'； polecat； if it's huntin' you're after。 Don't rape no wooden Indians。〃
Bourne followed the signs…everything was in English…to the city of Rockledge； Florida； fifteen miles southwest of NASA's Cape Canaveral。 He was to meet Benjamin at a lunch counter in the local Woolworth store； looking for a man in his mid…twenties wearing a red…checkered shirt； with a Budweiser baseball cap on the stool beside him； saving it。 It was the hour； within the time span of minutes： 3：35 in the afternoon。
He saw him。 The sandy…haired； California…educated Russian was seated at the far right end of the counter； the baseball cap on the stool to his left。 There were half a dozen men and women along the row talking to one another and consuming soft drinks and snacks。 Jason approached the empty seat； glanced down at the cap and spoke politely。 〃Is this taken？〃 he asked。
〃I'm waiting for someone；〃 replied the young KGB trainer； his voice neutral； his gray eyes straying up to Bourne's face。
〃I'll find another place。〃
〃She may not get here for another five minutes。〃
〃Hell； I'm just having a quick vanilla Coke。 I'll be out of here by then…〃
〃Sit down；〃 said Benjamin； removing the hat and casually putting it on his head。 A gum…chewing counterman came by and Jason ordered； his drink arrived； and the Komitet trainer continued quietly； his eyes now on the foam of his milk shake； which he sipped through a straw。 〃So you're Archie； like in the ics。〃
〃And you're Benjamin。 Nice to know you。〃
〃We'll both find out if that's a fact； won't we？〃
〃Do we have a problem？〃
〃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