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rld had gone nuts！
No！ There！ In the fenced…off parking lot was the fuel truck！ He broke through the cordon of guards； holding up his puterized release card； and ran up to the soldier with the highest…ranking insignia on his uniform； a colonel with an AK…47 strapped to his waist who was as panicked as any officer of high rank he had ever seen since Saigon。
〃My identification is with the name 'Archie' and you can clear it immediately。 Even now I refuse to speak our language； only English！ Is that understood？ Discipline is discipline！〃
〃Togda？〃 yelled the officer； questioning the moment； then instantly returning to English in a maddeningly Boston accent。 〃Of course； we know of you；〃 he cried； 〃but what can I do？ This is an uncontrollable riot！〃
〃Has anyone passed through the tunnel in the last； say； half hour？〃
〃No one； absolutely； no one！ Our orders are to keep the tunnel closed at all costs！〃
〃Good。 。。。 Get on the loudspeakers and disperse the crowds。 Tell them the crisis has passed and the danger with it。〃
〃How can I？ The fires are everywhere； the explosions everywhere！〃
〃They'll stop soon。〃
〃How do you know that？〃
〃I know！ Do as I say！〃
〃Do as he says！〃 roared a voice behind Bourne； it was Benjamin； his face and shirt drenched with sweat。 〃And I hope to hell you know what you're talking about！〃
〃Where did you e from？〃
〃Where you know； how is another question。 Try scaring the shit out of Capital HQ for a chopper ordered by an apoplectic Krupkin from a hospital bed in Moscow。〃
〃 'Apoplectic'…not bad for a Russian…〃
〃Who gives me such orders？〃 yelled the officer of the guard。 〃You are only a young man！〃
〃Check me out； buddy； but do it quick；〃 answered Benjamin； holding out his card。 〃Otherwise I think I'll have you transferred to Tashkent。 Nice scenery； but no private toilets。 。。。 Move； you asshole！〃
〃Cal…if…fornia； here I…〃
〃Shut up！〃
〃He's here！ There's the fuel truck。 Over there。〃 Jason pointed to the huge vehicle that dwarfed the scattered cars and vans in the fenced parking area。
〃A fuel truck？ How did you figure it out？〃 asked the astonished Benjamin。
〃That tank's got to hold close to a hundred thousand pounds。 bined with the plastics； strategically placed； it's enough for the streets and those fake structures of old； dried wood。〃
〃Slushaytye！〃 blared the myriad loudspeakers around the tunnel； demanding attention； as indeed the explosions began to diminish。 The colonel climbed on top of the low； concrete gate house； a microphone in his hand； his figure outlined in the harsh beams of powerful searchlights。 〃The earthquake has passed；〃 he cried in Russian； 〃and although the damage is extensive and the fires will continue throughout the night； the crisis has passed！ 。。。 Stay by the banks of the river； and our rades in the maintenance crews will do their best to provide for your needs。 。。。 These are orders from our superiors； rades。 Do not give us reason to use force； I plead with you！〃
〃What earthquake？〃 shouted a man in the front ranks of the panicked multitude。 〃You say it's an earthquake and we are all told it is an earthquake but your brains are in your bowels！ I've lived through an earthquake and this is no earthquake。 It is an armed attack！〃
〃Yes； yes！ An attack！〃
〃We are being attacked！〃
〃Invaded！ It's an invasion！〃
〃Open the tunnel and let us out or you'll have to shoot us down！ Open the tunnel！〃
The protesting chorus grew from all sections of the desperate crowd as the soldiers held firm； their bayonets unsheathed and affixed to their rifles。 The colonel continued； his features contorted； his voice nearly matching the hysteria of his frenzied audience。
〃Listen to me and ask yourselves a question！〃 he screamed。 〃I'm telling you； as I have been told； that this is an earthquake and I know it's true。 Further； I will tell you how I know it's true！ 。。。 Have you heard a single gunshot？ Yes； that is the question！ A single gunshot！ No； you have not！ 。。。 Here； as in all the pounds and in every sector of those pounds； there are police and soldiers and trainers who carry weapons。 Their orders are to repel by force any unwarranted displays of violence； to say nothing of armed invaders！ Yet nowhere has there been any gunfire…〃
〃What's he shouting about？〃 asked Jason； turning to Benjamin。
〃He's trying to convince them it is…or was…an earthquake。 They don't believe him； they think it's an invasion。 He's telling them it couldn't be because there's been no gunfire。〃
〃Gunfire？〃
〃That's his proof。 Nobody's shooting at anybody and they sure as hell would be if there was an armed attack。 No gunshots； no attack。〃
〃Gunshots 。。。 ？〃 Bourne suddenly grabbed the young Soviet and spun him around。 〃Tell him to stop！ For God's sake； stop him！〃
〃What？〃
〃He's giving the Jackal the opening he wants…he needs！〃
〃Now what are you talking about？〃
〃Gunfire 。。。 gunshots； confusion！〃
〃Nyet！〃 screamed a woman； breaking through the crowd and shouting at the officer in the center of the searchlight beams。 〃The explosions are bombs！ They e from bombers above！〃
〃You are foolish；〃 cried the colonel； replying in Russian。 〃If it was an air raid； our fighter planes from Belopol would fill the sky！ 。。。 The explosions e out of the earth； the fires out of the earth； from the gases below…〃 These false words were the last words the Soviet officer would ever speak。
A staccato volley of automatic gunfire burst from the shadows of the tunnel's parking area cutting the Russian down； his instantly limp； punctured body collapsing and falling off the roof of the gatehouse； plummeting to the ground out of sight at the rear。 The already frantic crowd went rabid； the ranks of uniformed 〃American〃 soldiers broke； and if chaos had ruled previously； nihilistic mobocracy now reigned supreme。 The narrow； fenced entrance to the tunnel was virtually stormed； racing figures colliding； pummeling； climbing over one another； rushing en masse toward the mouth of the underwater access。 Jason pulled his young trainer to the side of the stampeding hordes； never for an instant taking his eyes off the darkened parking area。
〃Can you operate the tunnel's machinery？〃 he shouted。
〃Yes！ Everyone on the senior staff can； it's part of the job！〃
〃The iron gates you told me about？〃
〃Of course。〃
〃Where are the mechanisms？〃
〃The guardhouse。〃
〃Get in there！〃 yelled Bourne； taking one of the three remaining flares out of his field jacket pocket and handing it to Benjamin。 〃I've got two more of these and two other grenades。 。。。 When you see one of my flares go over the crowd； lower those gates on this side…only this side； understood？〃
〃What for？〃
〃My rules； Ben！ Do it！ Then ignite this flare and throw it out the window so I'll know it's done。〃
〃Then what？〃
〃Something you may not want to do； but you have to。 。。。 Take the 'forty…seven' from the colonel's body and force the crowd； shoot it back into the street。 Rapid fire into the ground in front of them…or above them…do whatever you have to do； even if it means wounding a few。 Whatever the cost； it must be done。 I have to find him； isolate him； above all； cut him off from everyone else trying to get out。〃
〃Yo