rl.thebourneidentity-第102部分

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d　squeezed　the　trigger　again；　blowing　away　everything　below。　A　glass　chandelier　crashed　to　a　floor　somewhere；　singing　whines　of　ricochets　filled　the　darkness。　And　then　…　light　I　Blinding　light　as　the　flare　ignited；　firing　the　jungle；　lighting　up　the　trees　and　the　walls；　the　hidden　paths　and　the　mahogany　corridors。　The　stench　of　death　and　the　jungle　was　everywhere；　and　he　was　there。
　Almanac　to　Delta；　Almanac　to　Delta！　Abandon；　abandon！
　Never。　Not　now。　Not　at　the　end。　Cain　is　for　Carlos　and　Delta　is　for　Cain。　Trap　Carlos。　Kill　Carlos！
　Bourne　rose　to　his　feet；　his　back　pressed　against　the　wall；　the　flare　in　his　left　hand；　the　exploding　weapon　in　his　right。　He　plunged　down　into　the　carpeted　underbrush；　kicking　the　door　in　front　of　him　open；　shattering　silver　frames　and　trophies　that　flew　off　tables　and　shelves　into　the　air。　Into　the　trees。　He　stopped；　there　was　no　one　in　that　quiet；　sound…proof　elegant　room。　No　one　in　the　jungle　path。
　He　spun　around　and　lurched　back　into　the　hall；　puncturing　the　walls　with　a　prolonged　burst　of　gunfire。　No　one。
　The　door　at　the　end　of　the　narrow；　dark　corridor。　Beyond　was　the　room　where　Cain　was　born。　Where　Cain　would　die；　but　not　alone。
　He　held　his　fire；　shifting　the　flare　to　his　right　hand　beneath　the　weapon；　reaching　into　his　pocket　for　the　second　flare。　He　pulled　it　out；　and　again　uncoiled　the　fuse　and　brought　it　to　his　teeth；　severing　the　cord；　now　millimetres　from　its　point　of　contact　with　the　gelatinous　incendiary。　He　shoved　the　first　flare　to　it；　the　explosion　of　light　was　so　bright　it　pained　his　eyes。　Awkwardly；　he　held　both　flares　in　his　left　hand　and；　squinting；　his　legs　and　arms　losing　the　battle　for　balance；　approached　the　door。
　It　was　open；　the　narrow　crack　extending　from　top　to　bottom　on　the　lock　side。　The　assassin　was　acmodating；　but　as　he　looked　at　that　door；　Jason　instinctively　knew　one　thing　about　it　that　Carlos　did　not　know。　It　was　a　part　of　his　past；　a　part　of　the　room　where　Cain　was　born。　He　reached　down　with　his　right　hand；　bracing　the　weapon　between　his　forearm　and　his　hip；　and　gripped　the　knob。
　Now。　He　shoved　the　door　open　six　inches　and　hurled　the　flares　inside。　A　long　staccato　burst　from　a　Sten　gun　echoed　throughout　the　room；　throughout　the　entire　house；　a　thousand　dead　sounds　forming　a　running　chord　beneath　as　sprays　of　bullets　embedded　in　a　lead　shield　backed　by　a　steel　plate　in　the　door。
　The　firing　stopped；　a　final　clip　expended。　Now。　Bourne　whipped　his　hand　back　to　the　trigger；　crashed　his　shoulder　into　the　door；　and　lunged　inside；　firing　in　circles　as　he　rolled　on　the　floor；　swinging　his　legs　counter　clockwise。　Gunshots　were　returned　wildly　as　Jason　honed　his　weapon　towards　the　source。　A　roar　of　fury　burst　from　blindness　across　the　room；　it　acpanied　Bourne's　realization　that　the　curtains　had　been　drawn；　blocking　out　the　sunlight　from　the　French　windows。　Then　why　was　there　so　much　light。。。　magnified　light　beyond　the　sizzling　blindness　of　the　flares？　It　was　overpowering；　causing　explosions　in　his　head；　sharp　bolts　of　agony　at　his　temples。
　The　screen！　The　huge　screen　was　pulled　down　from　its　bulging　recess　in　the　ceiling；　drawn　taut　to　the　floor；　the　wide　expanse　of　glistening　silver　a　white…hot　shield　of　ice…cold　fire。　He　plunged　behind　the　large　table　to　the　protection　of　a　copper　corner　bar；　he　rose　and　jammed　the　trigger　back；　in　another　burst　…　a　final　burst。　The　last　clip　had　run　out。　He　hurled　the　weapon　by　its　rod…stock　across　the　room　at　the　figure　in　white　overalls　and　a　white　silk　scarf　that　had　fallen　below　his　face。
　The　face！　He　knew　it！　He　had　seen　it　before　I　Where。。。　where？　Was　it　Marseilles？　Yes。。。　no！　Zurich？　Paris？　Yes　and　no！　Then　it　struck　him　at　that　instant　in　the　blinding　vibrating　light；　that　the　face　across　the　room　was　known　to　many；　not　just　him。　But　from　where？　Where？　As　so　much　else；　he　knew　it　and　did　not　know　it。　But　he　did　know　it！　It　was　only　the　name　he　could　not　find！
　He　spiralled　back　off　his　feet；　behind　the　heavy　copper　bar。　Gunshots　came；　two。。。　three；　the　second　bullet　tearing　the　flesh　of　his　〃left　forearm。　He　pulled　his　automatic　from　his　belt；　he　had　three　shots　left。　One　of　them　had　to　find　its　mark；　Carlos。　There　was　a　debt　to　pay　in　Paris；　and　a　contract　to　fulfil；　his　love　far　safer　with　the　assassin's　death。　He　took　the　plastic　lighter　from　his　pocket；　ignited　it；　and　held　it　beneath　a　cloth　suspended　from　a　hook。　The　cloth　caught　fire；　he　grabbed　it　and　threw　it　to　his　right　as　he　dived　to　his　left。　Carlos　fired　at　the　flaming　rag　as　Bourne　spun　to　his　knees；　levelling　his　gun；　pulling　the　trigger　twice。
　The　figure　buckled　but　did　not　fall。　Instead；　he　crouched；　then　sprang　like　a　white　panther　diagonally　forward；　his　hands　outstretched。　What　was　he　doing！　Then　Jason　knew。　The　assassin　gripped　the　edge　of　the　huge；　silver　screen；　ripping　it　from　its　metal　bracket　in　the　ceiling；　pulling　it　downwards　with　all　his　weight　and　strength。
　It　floated　down　above　Bourne；　filling　his　vision；　blocking　everything　else　from　his　mind。　He　screamed　as　the　shimmering　silver　descended　over　him；　suddenly　more　frightened　of　it　than　of　Carlos；　or　of　any　other　human　being　on　the　earth。　It　terrified　him；　infuriated　him；　splitting　his　mind　in　fragments；　images　flashed　across　his　eyes　and　angry　voices　shouted　in　his　ears。　He　aimed　his　gun　and　fired　at　the　terrible　shroud。　As　he　slashed　his　band　against　it　wildly；　pushing　the　rough；　silver　cloth　away；　he　understood。　He　had　fired　his　last　shot；　his　last。　Like　a　legend　named　Cain　Carlos　knew　by　sight　and　by　sound　every　weapon　on　earth；　he　had　counted　the　gunshots。
　The　assassin　loomed　above　him；　the　automatic　in　his　hand　aimed　at　Jason's　head。　'Your　execution；　Delta。　On　the　day　scheduled。　For　everything　you've　done。〃
　Bourne　arched　his　back；　rolling　furiously　to　his　right；　at　least　he　would　die　in　motion！　Gunshots　filled　the　shimmering　room；　hot　needles　slicing　across　his　neck；　piercing　his　legs；　cutting　up　to　his　waist。　Roll；　roll＇
　Suddenly　the　gunshots　stopped；　and　in　the　distance　he　could　hear　repeated　sounds　of　hammering；　the　smashing　of　wood　and　steel；　growing　louder；　more　insistent。　There　was　a　final　deafening　crash　from　the　dark　corridor　outside　the　library；　followed　by　men　shouting；　running　and；　beyond　them　somewhere　in　the　unseen；　outside　world；　the　insistent　whine　of　sirens。
　'In　here！　He's　in　here！'　screamed　Carlos。
　It　was　insane！　The　assassin　was　directing　the　invaders　directly　towards　him；　to　him！　Reason　was　madness；　nothing　on　earth　made　sense！
　The　door　was　crashed　open　by　a　tall　man　in　a　black　overcoat；　someone　was　with　him；　but　Jason　could　not　see。　The　mists　were　filling　his　eyes；　shapes　and　sounds　being　obscured；　blurred。　He　was　rolling　in　space。　Away。。。　away。
　But　then　he　saw　the　one　thing　he　did　not　want　to　see。　Rigid　shoulders　that　floated　above　a　tapered　waist　raced　out　of　the　room　and　down　the　dimly…lit　corridor。　Carlos。　His　screams　had　sprung　the　trap　open！　He　had　reversed　it！　In　the　chaos；　he　had　trapped　the　stalker。　He　war　escaping！
　'Carlos。。。'　Bourne　knew　he　could　not　be　heard；　what　emerged　from　his　bleeding　throat　was　a　whisper。　He　tried　again；　forcing　the　sound　from　his　stomach。　'It's　him。　It's。。。　Carlos！'
　There　was　confusion；　mands　shouted　futilely；　orders　swallowed　in　consternation。　And　then　a　figure　came　into　focus。　A　man　was　limping　towards　him；　a　cripple　who　had　tried　to　kill　him　in　a　cemetery　outside　Paris。　There　was　nothing　left！　Jason　lurched；　crawling　towards　the　sizzling；　blinding　flare。　He　grabbed　it　and　held　it　as　though　it　were　a　weapon；　aiming　it　at　the　killer　with　a　cane。
　'e　on！　e　on！　Closer；　you　bastard＇　I'll　burn　your　eyes　out！　You　think　you'll　kill　me；　you　won't！　I'll　kill　you！　I'll　burn　your　eyes！'
　'You　don't　understand；'　said　the　trembling　voice　of　the　limping　killer。　'It's　me；　Delta。　It's　Conklin。　I　was　wrong。'
　The　flare　singed　his　hands；　his　eyes！。。。　Madness。　The　explosions　were　all　around　him　now；　blinding；　deafening；　punctuated　by　ear…splitting　screeches　from　the　jungle　that　erupted　with　each　detonation。
　The　jungle！　Tarn　Quan！　The　wet；　hot　stench　was　everywhere；　but　they　had　reached　it！　The　base　camp　was　theirs！
　An　explosion　to　his　left；　he　could　see　it！　High　above　the　ground；　suspended　between　two　trees；　the　spikes　of　a　bamboo　cage。　The　figure　inside　was　moving。　He　was　alive！　Get　to　him；　reach　him！
　A　cry　came　from　his　right。　Breathing；　coughing　in　the　smoke；　a　man　was　limping　towards　the　dense　underbrush；　a　rifle　in　his　hand。　It　was　him；　the　blond　hair　caught　in　the　light；　a　foot　broken　from　a　parachute　jump。　The　bastard！　A　piece　of　filth　who　had　trained　with　them；　studied　the　maps　with　them；　flown　north　with　them。。。　all　the　time　springing　a　trap　on　them！　A　traitor　with　a　radio　who　told　the　enemy　exactly　where　to　look　in　that　impenetrable　jungle　that　was　Tarn　Quan。
　It　was　Bourne！　Jason　Bourne。　Traitor；　garbage！
　Get　him！　Don't　let　him　reach　the　others！　Kill　him！　Kill　Jason　Bourne！　He　is　your　enemy！　Fire！
　He　did　not　fall！　The　head　that　had　been　blown　apart　was　still　there。　ing　towards　him！　What　was　happening？　Madness。　Tarn　Quan。。。
　'e　with　us；'　said　the　limping　figure；　walking　out　of　the　jungle　into　what　remained　of　an　elegant　room。　That　room。　'We're　not　your　enemies。　e　with　us。〃
　'Get　away　from　me！'　Bourne　lunged　again；　now　back　to　the　fallen　screen。　It　was　his　sanctuary；　his　shroud　of　death；　the　blanket　thrown　over　a　man　at　birth；　a　lining　for　his　coffin。　'You　are　my　enemy！　I'll　take　you　all！　I　don't　care；　it　doesn't　matter　I　Can't　you　understand！？　I'm　Delta！　Cain　is　for　Charlie　and　Delta　is　for　Cain！　What　more　do　you　want　from　me！　I　was　and　I　was　not！　I　am　and　I　am　not！　Bastards；　bastards！　e　on！　Closed！
　Another　voice　was　heard；　a　deeper　voice；　calmer；　less　insistent。　'Get　her。　Bring　her　in。'
　Somewhere　in　the　distance　the　sirens　reached　a　crescendo；　and　then　they　stopped。　Darkness　came　and　the　waves　carried　Jason　up　to　the　night　sky；　only　to　hurl　him　down　again；　crashing　him　into　an　abyss　of　watery　violence。　He　was　entering　an　eternity　of　weightless。。。　memory。　An　explosion　filled　the　night　sky　now；　a　fiery　diadem　rose　above　black　waters。　And　then　he　heard　the　words；　spoken　from　the　clouds；　filling　the　earth。
　'Jason；　my　love。　My　only　love。　Take　my　hand。　Hold　it