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ved 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 sight of the young Soviet running out of the guardhouse toward Bourne。 〃Christ almighty； I thought you were dead！〃
〃So you opened the gates and let my executioner walk away；〃 yelled Jason weakly。 〃Why didn't you send a limousine for him？〃
〃I suggest you look again； Professor；〃 replied a breathless Benjamin as he stopped in front of Bourne； studying Jason's battered face and bloodstained clothing。 〃Old age has withered your eyesight。〃
〃What？〃
〃You want gates； you'll have gates。〃 The trainer shouted an order toward the guardhouse in Russian。 Seconds later the huge iron gates descended； covering the mouth of the tunnel。 But something was strange。 Bourne had not actually seen the lowered gates before； yet these were not like anything he might have imagined。 They appeared to be 。。。 swollen somehow； distorted perhaps。 〃Glass；〃 said Benjamin。
〃Glass？〃 asked a bewildered Jason。
〃At each end of the tunnel； five…inch…thick walls of glass； locked and sealed。〃
〃What are you talking about？〃 It was not necessary for the young Russian to explain。 Suddenly； like a series of gigantic waves crashing against the walls of a huge aquarium； the tunnel was being filled with the waters of the Volkhov River。 Then within the violence of the growing； swirling liquid mass； there was an object 。。。 a thing； a form； a body！ Bourne stared in shock； his eyes bulging； his mouth gaped； frozen in place； unable to disgorge the cry that was in him。 He summoned what strength he had left； running unsteadily； twice falling to his knees； but gathering speed with each stride； and raced to the massive wall of glass that sealed the entrance beyond it。 Breathlessly； his chest heaving； he placed his hands against the glass wall and leaned into it； bearing witness to the macabre scene barely inches in front of him。 The grotesquely uniformed corpse of Carlos the Jackal kept crashing back and forth into the steel bars of the gate； his dark features twisted in hate； his eyes two glass orbs reviling death as it overtook him。
The cold eyes of Jason Bourne watched in satisfaction； his mouth taut； rigid； the face of a killer； a killer among killers； who had won。 Briefly； however； the softer eyes of David Webb intruded； his lips parted； forming the face of a man for whom the weight of a world he loathed had been removed。
〃He's gone； Archie；〃 observed Benjamin at Jason's side。 〃That bastard can't e back。〃
〃You flooded the tunnel；〃 said Bourne simply。 〃How did you know it was him？〃
〃You didn't have an automatic weapon； but he did。 Frankly； I thought Krupkin's prophecy was…shall we say…borne out？ You were dead； and the man who killed you would take the quickest way out。 This was it and the uniform confirmed it。 Everything suddenly made sense from the 'Spanish' pound down。〃
〃How did you get that crowd away？〃
〃I told them barges were being sent to take them across the river…about two miles north。 。。。 Speaking of Krupkin； I've got to get you out of here。 Now。 e on； the helicopter pad's about a half a mile away。 We'll use the jeep。 Hurry up；