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@@@@@Like most armories the world over, Kubinka had no windows on the first floor, at least not for the first fifteen feet from the ground; he presumed it was because the occasional wildly galloping horses and glass did not go togetherHe could see a window frame on what appeared to be the second floor but close enough to the slain driver to afford maximum accuracy for a silenced high-powered weapon: Another frame on ground level had a knob protruding; it was the rear exit no one had bothered to mentionThe little things, the insignificant things! Goddamn! The muted music inside swelled again, but now the swelling was different, the drums louder, the trumpets more sustained, more piercingIt was the unmistakable ending of a symphonic march, martial music at its most intenseThat was it! The end of the event inside was at hand and the Jackal would use the emerging crowds to cover his escapeHe would mingle, and when panic spread through the parking area with the sight of the dead man and the shot-up sedan, he would disappear?with whom and with what vehicle would take hours to determine Bourne had to get inside; he had to stop him, take him! Krupkin had worried about the lives of ?several dozen men and women??he had no idea that in reality there were several hundred! Carlos would use whatever firepower he had stolen, including grenades, to create mass hysteria so that he could escapeLives meant nothing; if further killing was required to save his own, nothing Abandoning caution, Delta raced to the door, gripping his AK-47 laterally in his arm, the safety unlatched, his index finger on the triggerHe grabbed the knob and twisted it?it would not turn He fired his weapon into the plated metal around the lock, then a second fusillade into the opposing frame, and as he reached for the smoking knob, his personal world went mad! Out of the line of vehicles a heavy truck suddenly shot forward, coming straight toward him, wildly accelerating as it approachedSimultaneously, successive bursts of automatic gunfire Robert Ludlum ?? THE BOURNE ULTIMATUM 403 erupted, the bullets thumping into the wood to his rightHe lunged to his left, rolling on the ground, the dust and dirt filling his eyes as he kept rolling, his body a tube spinning away And then it happened! The massive explosion tore apart the door, blowing away a large section of the wall above, and through the black smoke and settling debris, he could see a figure lurching awkwardly toward the semicircle of vehiclesHis killer was getting away after all, But he was alive! And the reason for it was obvious?the Jackal had made a mistakeNot in the trap, that was extraordinary; Carlos knew his enemy was with Krupkin and the KGB and so he had gone outside and waited for himInstead, his error was in the placement of the explosivesHe had wired the bomb or bombs to the top of the truck?s engine, not underneathExplosive compounds seek release through the least resistant barriers; the relatively thin hood of a vehicle is far less solid than the iron beneath itThe bomb actually blew up, it did not blow out on ground level, sending death-inducing metal fragments along the surface No time! Bourne struggled to his feet and staggered to the Komitet sedan, a horrible fear coming into focusHe looked through the shattered windows, his eyes suddenly drawn to the front seat as a heavily fleshed hand was raisedHe yanked the door open and saw Krupkin, his large body squeezed below the seat under the dashboard, his right shoulder half torn away, bleeding flesh apparent through the fabric of his jacket ?We are hurt,? said the KGB officer weakly but calmly?Aleksei somewhat more seriously than I am, so attend to him first, if you please