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Thursday, September 30th, 2010

    Time Event
    12:27a
    “I explain good enoughWe question the nine men...
    “I explain good enoughWe question the nine men women he locked in weapons storageHe
    kill two guards who do not stop him, okay? He take automobile keys from four men but uses no
    automobiles, okay?”
    “I saw him head for the cars!”
    “Which? Three other people at Kubinka shot dead, automobile papers takenWhich?”
    “For Christ’s sake, check with your vehicle bureau, or whatever you call it!”
    “Take timeAlso in Moskva, automobiles under different names, different tag plates—
    Leningrad, Smolensk, who knows—all to not look for automobile laws broken
    “What the hell is he talking about?” shouted Jason
    “Automobile ownership is regulated by the state,” explained Krupkin weakly from the table
    “Each major center has its own registration and is frequently reluctant to cooperate with another
    center
    “Why?”
    “Individual ownership under different family names—even nonfamily names
    There are only so many replica miu miu vehicles available for purchase
    “So?”
    “Local bribery is a fact of lifeNo one in Leningrad wants a finger pointed at him from a
    bureaucrat in MoscowHe’s telling you that it could take several days to learn what automobile the
    Jackal’s driving
    “That’s crazy!”
    Robert Ludlum ?? THE BOURNE ULTIMATUM
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    “You said it, MrI’m an upstanding citizen of the Soviet Union, please
    remember that
    “But what’s it all got to do with Novgorod—that is what he said, isn’t it?”
    “NovgorodShto eto znachit?” said Krupkin to the KGB officialIn rapid, clipped Russian, the
    peasant commissar gave the pertinent details to his colleague from ParisKrupkin turned his head
    on the table and translated in English“Try to follow this, Jason,” he said, his voice intermittently
    fading, his breathing becoming increasingly more labored“Apparently there is a walk-around
    gallery above the armory’s arenaHe used it and saw chanel jumbo you through a window on the road by the
    hedges and came back to the weapons room screaming like the maniac he isHe shouted to his
    bound hostages that you were his and you were deadAnd there was only one last thing he had to
    accomplish
    “Novgorod,” interrupted Conklin, whispering, his head rigid, staring at the ceiling
    “Precisely,” said Krupkin, his eyes focused on Alex’s profile beside him“He’s going back to
    the place of his birth where Ilich Ramirez Sanchez became Carlos the Jackal because he was
    disinherited, marked for execution as a madmanHe held his gun against everyone’s throat, quietly
    demanding to know the best roads to Novgorod, threatening to kill whoever gave him the wrong
    answerNone did, of course, and all who knew told him it was five to six hundred kilometers away,
    a full day’s drive
    “Drive?” interjected Bourne
    “He knows he cannot use any other means of transportationThe knock off chanel earrings railroads, the airports—even
    the small airfields—all will be watched, he understands that
    “What will he do in Novgorod?” asked Jason quickly
    “Dear God in heaven, which, of course, there is neither, who knows? He intends to leave his
    mark, a highly destructive memorial to himself, no doubt, in answer to those he believes betrayed
    him thirty-odd years ago, as well as the poor souls who fell under his gun this morning in the
    VavilovaHe took the papers from our agent trained at Novgorod; he thinks they’ll get him
    insideThey won’t—we’ll stop him
    “Don’t even try,” said Bourne“He may or may not use them, depending upon what he sees,
    what he sensesHe doesn’t need papers to get in there any more than I do, but if he senses
    something wrong, and he will, he’ll kill a number of good men and still get inside
    “What are you driving at?” asked Krupkin warily, eyeing Bourne, the American with prada fairy alternate
    identities and apparently conflicting life-styles
    “Get me inside ahead of him with a detailed map of the whole complex and some kind of
    document that gives me free access to go wherever I want to go
    “You’ve lost your senses!” cried Dimitri“A nondefecting American, an assassin hunted by
    every NATO country in Europe, inside Novgorod?”
    “Nyet, nyet, nyet!” roared the Komitet commissar“I understand good, okay? You are lunatic,
    okay?”
    “Do you want the Jackal?”
    “Naturally, but there are limits to the cost
    “I haven’t the slightest interest in Novgorod or in any of the compounds—you should know that
    by nowYour little infiltrating operations and our little infiltrating operations can go on and on and
    it doesn’t matter because none of it means a goddamned thing in the long runIt’s all adolescent
    game playingWe either live together on this planet or there is no planetMy only concern buy chanel bags is
    Carlo

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