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@@@@@ ?Thank you, Randy,? said the judge, walking out into the hallway and turning?Don?t forget the bank check at the Boston Five in the morning?? ?My word, can you imagine what the attorney general would say just knowing that you?d even consorted with me? Good-bye, Counselor Randolph Gates slammed the door and ran into the bedroom, to the bedside telephoneThe smaller enclosure was reassuring, as it removed him from the exposure to scrutiny inherent in larger areas?the room was more private, more personal, less open to invasionThe call he had to make so unnerved him he could not understand the pull-out flap of instructions for overseas connectionsInstead, in his anxiety, he dialed the operator ?I want to place a call to Paris,? he said Robert Ludlum ?? THE BOURNE ULTIMATUM 52 6 Bourne?s eyes were tired, the strain painful as he studied the results of the computer printouts spread across the coffee table in front of the couchSitting forward, he had analyzed them for nearly four hours, forgetting time, forgetting that his ?control? was to have reached him by then, concerned only with a link to the Jackal at the Mayflower hotel The first group, which he temporarily put aside, was the foreign nationals, a mix of British, Italian, Swedish, West German, Japanese and TaiwaneseEach of them had been extensively examined with respect to authentic credentials and fully substantiated business or personal reasons for entering the countryThe State Department and the Central Intelligence Agency had done their homeworkEach person was professionally and personally vouched for by a minimum of five reputable individuals or companies; all had long-standing communications with such people and firms in the Washington area; none had a false or questionable statement on recordIf the Jackal?s man was among them?and he might well be?it would take far more information than was to be found in the printouts before Jason could refine the listIt might be necessary to go back to this group, but for the moment he had to keep readingThere was so little time! Of the remaining five hundred or so American guests at the hotel, two hundred and twelve had entries in one or more of the intelligence data banks, the majority because they had business with the governmentHowever, seventy-eight had raw-file negative evaluationsThirty-one were Internal Revenue Service matters, which meant they were suspected of destroying or falsifying financial records and/or had tax havens in Swiss or Cayman Island accountsThey were zero, nothing, merely rich and not very bright thieves, and, further, the sort of ?messengers? Carlos would avoid like lepers That left forty-seven possiblesMen and women?in eleven cases ostensibly husbands and wives?with extensive connections in Europe, in the main with technological firms and related nuclear and aerospace industries, all under intelligence microscopes for possibly selling classified information to brokers of the Eastern bloc and therefore to MoscowOf these forty-seven possibles, including two of the eleven couples, an even dozen had made recent trips to the Soviet Union? scratch all of themThe Komitet Gosudarstvennoi Bezopasnosti, otherwise known as the KGB, had less use for the Jackal than the PopeIlich Ramirez Sanchez, later Carlos the assassin, had been trained in the American compound of Novgorod, where the streets were lined with American gas stations and grocery stores, boutiques and Burger Kings, and everyone spoke American English with diverse dialects?no Russian was allowed?and only those who passed the course were permitted to proceed to the next level of infiltrators