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〃Jason Bourne；〃 answered Casset。
〃Yes； I gather that； but this is all terribly confusing！ Bourne was a scum hit man out of Asia who moved to Europe to challenge Carlos and lost。 As the director just said； he went back to the Far East and was killed four or five years ago； yet Alex talks as if he's still alive； that he and someone named Panov got telegrams from him。 。。。 What in God's name does a dead scumball and the world's most elusive assassin have to do with last night？〃
〃You weren't here a few minutes ago； Steve；〃 again Casset answered quietly。 〃Apparently they had a lot to do with last night。〃
〃I beg your pardon。〃
〃I think you should start at the beginning； Mr。 Conklin；〃 said the director。 〃Who is Jason Bourne？〃
〃As the world knew him； a man who never existed；〃 replied the former intelligence officer。
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〃The original Jason Bourne was garbage； a paranoid drifter from Tasmania who found his way into the Vietnam war as part of an operation no one wants to acknowledge even today。 It was a collection of killers； misfits； smugglers and thieves； mostly escaped criminals； many under death sentences； but they knew every inch of Southeast Asia and operated behind enemy lines…funded by us。〃
〃Medusa；〃 whispered Steven DeSole。 〃It's all buried。 They were animals； killing wantonly without reason or authorization and stealing millions。 Savages。〃
〃Most； not all；〃 said Conklin。 〃But the original Bourne fitted every rotten profile you could e up with； including the betrayal of his own men。 The leader of a particularly hazardous mission…hazardous； hell； it was suicidal…found Bourne radioing their position to the North Vietnamese。 He executed him on the spot； shoving the body into a swamp to rot in the jungles of Tam Quan。 Jason Bourne disappeared from the face of the earth。〃
〃He obviously reappeared； Mr。 Conklin；〃 observed the director； leaning forward on the table。
〃In another body；〃 agreed Alex； nodding。 〃For another purpose。 The man who executed Bourne in Tam Quan took his name and agreed to be trained for an operation that we called Treadstone Seventy…one； after a building on New York's Seventy…first Street； where he went through a brutal indoctrination program。 It was a brilliant strategy on paper； but ultimately failed because of something no one could predict； even consider。 After nearly three years of living the role of the world's second most lethal assassin and moving into Europe…as Steve accurately described…to challenge the Jackal in his own territory； our man was wounded and lost his memory。 He was found half dead in the Mediterranean and brought by a fisherman to the island of Port Noir。 He had no idea who he was or what he was…only that he was a master of various martial arts； spoke a couple of Oriental languages； and was obviously an extremely well…educated man。 With the help of a British doctor； an alcoholic banished to Port Noir； our man started to piece his life…his identity…back together from fragments both mental and physical。 It was a hell of a journey 。。。 and we who had mounted the operation； who invented the myth； were no help to him。 Not knowing what had happened； we thought he had turned； had actually bee the mythical assassin we'd created to trap Carlos。 I； myself； tried to kill him in Paris； and when he might have blown my head off； he couldn't do it。 He finally made his way back to us only through the extraordinary talents of a Canadian woman he met in Zurich and who is now his wife。 That lady had more guts and brains than any woman I've ever met。 Now she and her husband and their two kids are back in the nightmare； running for their lives。〃
Aristocratic mouth agape； his pipe in midair in front of his chest； the director spoke。 〃Do you mean to sit there and tell us that the assassin we knew as Jason Bourne was an invention？ That he wasn't the killer we all presumed he was？〃
〃He killed when he had to kill in order to survive； but he was no assassin。 We created the myth as the ultimate challenge to Carlos； to draw the Jackal out。〃
〃Good Christ！〃 exclaimed Casset。 〃How？〃
〃Massive disinformation throughout the Far East。 Whenever a killing of consequence took place； whether in Tokyo or Hong Kong； Macao or Korea…wherever…Bourne was flown there and took the credit； planting evidence； taunting the authorities； until he became a legend。 For three years our man lived in a world of filth…drugs； warlords； crime； tunneling his way in with only one objective： Get to Europe and bait Carlos； threaten his contracts； force the Jackal out into the open if only for a moment； just long enough to put a bullet in his head。〃
The silence around the table was electric。 DeSole broke it； his voice barely above a whisper。 〃What kind of man would accept an assignment like that？〃
Conklin looked at the analyst and answered in a monotone。 〃A man who felt there wasn't much left to live for； someone who had a death wish； perhaps 。。。 a decent human being who was driven into an outfit like Medusa out of hatred and frustration。〃 The former intelligence officer stopped； his anguish was apparent。
〃e on； Alex；〃 said Valentino softly。 〃You can't leave us with that。〃
〃No； of course not。〃 Conklin blinked several times； adjusting to the present。 〃I was thinking how horrible it must be for him now…the memories； what he can remember。 There's a lousy parallel I hadn't considered。 The wife； the kids。〃
〃What's the parallel？〃 asked Casset； hunched forward； staring at Alex。
〃Years ago； during Vietnam； our man was a young foreign service officer stationed in Phnom Penh； a scholar married to a Thai woman he'd met here in graduate school。 They had two children and lived on the banks of a river。 。。。 One morning while the wife and kids were swimming； a stray jet from Hanoi strafed the area killing the three of them。 Our man went crazy； he chucked everything and made his way to Saigon and into Medusa。 All he wanted to do was kill。 He became Delta One…no names were ever used in Medusa…and he was considered the most effective guerrilla leader in the war； as often as not fighting mand Saigon over orders as he did the enemy with death squads。〃
〃Still； he obviously supported the war；〃 observed Valentino。
〃Outside of having no use for Saigon and the ARVN； I don't think he gave a damn one way or another。 He had his own private war and it was way behind enemy lines； the nearer Hanoi the better。 I think in his mind he kept looking for the pilot who had killed his family。 。。。 That's the parallel。 Years ago there was a wife and two kids and they were butchered in front of his eyes。 Now there's another wife and two children and the Jackal is closing in； hunting him down。 That's got to be driving him close to the edge。 Goddamn it！〃
The four men at the opposite end of the table looked briefly at one another and let Conklin's sudden emotion pass。 Again； the director spoke； again gently。 〃Considering the time span；〃 he began； 〃the operation mounted to trap Carlos had to have taken place well over a decade ago； yet the events in Hong Kong were much more recent。 Were they related？ Without giving us a name or names at this juncture； what do you feel you can tell us about Hong Kong？〃
Alex gripped his cane and hel