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@@@@@ ?I?ve been watching all dayWould you like me to describe the places you?ve been for the past thirty hours? Starting with drinks at a caf? on the Kalinin, a kiosk in the Arbat, the Slavyanky for lunch, an afternoon walk along the Luznekaya?? ?Stop it! Where are you?? ?Come outside the Lastochka Rodchenko hung up and signaled the waiter for his checkThe aproned man?s instant response was due less to the general?s status than to the fact that he was the last diner in the restaurant Leaving his money on top of the bill, the old soldier said good night, walked through the dimly lit foyer to the entrance and let himself outIt was nearly 1:30 in the morning, and except for a few stragglers with too much vodka in them, the street was desertedIn moments an upright figure, silhouetted in the wash of a streetlamp, emerged from a storefront, perhaps thirty meters away on the rightIt was the Jackal, still in the black cloth and the white collar of a priestHe beckoned the general to join him as he walked slowly to a dark brown car parked directly across the street Rodchenko caught up with the assassin, now standing on the curb side of the vehicle, which faced the direction of the Lastochka restaurant Suddenly, the Jackal snapped on a flashlight, its powerful beam shooting through the open window of the carThe old soldier momentarily stopped breathing, his heavy-lidded eyes scanning the horrible scene in front of himAcross the seat, the KGB agent behind the wheel was arched back, his throat cut, a river of blood drenching his clothesImmediately beyond the window was the second surveillance, his wrists and feet bound by wire, a thick rope strapped around his face, yanked taut against his gaping mouth, gagging him, permitting only a rattling, gasping coughHe was alive, his eyes wide in terror ?The driver was trained at Novgorod,? said the general, no comment in his voice ?I know,? replied CarlosThat training?s not what it was, comrade ?This other one is Krupkin?s liaison here in MoscowThe son of a good friend, I?m told ?What are you going to do?? asked Rodchenko, staring at the Jackal Robert Ludlum ?? THE BOURNE ULTIMATUM 379 ?Correct a mistake,? answered Carlos as he raised his gun, the silencer in place, and fired three bullets into the general?s throat Robert Ludlum ?? THE BOURNE ULTIMATUM 380 37 The night sky was angry, the storm clouds over Moscow swirling, colliding, promising rain and thunder and lightningThe brown sedan sped down the country road, racing past overgrown fields, the driver maniacally gripping the wheel and sporadically glancing at his bound prisoner, a young man who kept straining at his wire-bound hands and feet, his rope-strapped face causing him enormous pain, attested to by his constant grimace and his bulging frightened eyes In the rear seat, the upholstery covered with blood, were the corpses of General Grigorie Rodchenko and the KGB Novgorod graduate who headed the old soldier?s surveillance