Chapter 26 Chapter Twenty-Four
The coffin was slowly lowered into the grave.There was a faint reflection on the handle of the coffin, and the engraved nameplate embedded in the coffin lid reflected dizzying tiny spots of light like swirls.The pastor made a decisive gesture, and the coffin hung in mid-air without moving.The well-dressed pastor, wearing a suit of European tailoring, leaned over the edge of the grave, and Bourne thought he was going to fall into it.But he didn't fall in, but suddenly burst out with a huge force beyond ordinary people, and lifted the coffin lid all at once.
"What are you doing?" Byrne demanded.
The priest threw the heavy mahogany lid into the grave and waved back to him.Bourne discovered that the man was not a priest at all.He is Fadi.
"Come on," Fadi said in Arabic with a Saudi accent, lighting a cigarette and handing Bourne the pack of matches. "Take a look."
Bourne took a step forward and looked towards the open coffin...
...he found himself in the back seat of a car.He looked out of the car window and felt that the scenery on the side of the road was very familiar, but he still couldn't recognize where it was.He grabbed the driver by the shoulder and shook it.
"Where are we going?"
The driver turned around and it was Lindros, but there seemed to be something wrong with his face.A shadow, possibly a scar: this was the same Lindros he had brought back to the CIA. "What do you think?" the person pretending to be Lindros said, speeding up the car.
Bourne leaned forward and saw a man standing by the side of the road.Their car sped toward the man.It was a young woman, offering her thumbs up for a ride: it was Sarah.Just as the car was approaching her, Sarah suddenly took a step toward the middle of the road.
Bourne wanted to yell to tell the driver to be careful, but he couldn't make a sound.He only felt the car shake suddenly, and saw Sarah's blood-drenched body fly into the air.He flew into a rage and reached out to grab the driver...
...he found himself standing on a bus.The passengers all had indifferent expressions on their faces and turned a blind eye to him.Bourne walked forward along the aisle between the seats.The driver, wearing a smart European tailor-made suit, was Dr. Sunderland, the memory specialist in Washington.
"Where are we going?" Bourne asked him.
"I told you." Dr. Sunderland pointed.
Through the huge windshield, Bourne saw the beaches of Odessa.He saw Fadi waiting for him with a cigarette in his mouth and a smile on his face.
"Everything is arranged," said Dr. Sunderland, "from the beginning."
The bus slowed down.Fadi held a gun in his hand.Dr. Sunderland opened the car door for him, and Fadi jumped up, aimed his gun at Bourne, and then pulled the trigger...
With the echoing gunshot, Bourne woke up suddenly.Someone is standing beside him.Blue stubble could be seen on the man's face, his eyes were sunken, and his low hairline was like a monkey's.Faint light slanted in from the window, illuminating the man's long, serious face.From the window behind him he could see a blue sky with wisps of white clouds.
"Ah, Lieutenant General Mikola Petrovich Tuz, you are finally awake." His Russian was already very bad, and he drank a lot of wine, which made his speech even more slurred. "I'm Dr. Corovin."
Bourne couldn't remember where he was for a moment.He felt the bed under him shaking slightly, and couldn't help being startled.He's been to this place before—has he lost his memory again?
Immediately afterwards, everything rushed to my heart like a tide.He looked at the small infirmary and realized that he was still on the "Itkusk" and his identity was Lieutenant General Mikola Petrovich Tuz.He cleared his throat, which seemed to be stuffed with cotton wool, and said, "I want to see my assistant."
"Of course," said Dr. Corovin, taking a step back. "She's here."
His face was replaced by that of Sarah Moore. "Lieutenant General," she didn't say much, "are you feeling better?"
The concern in her eyes was palpable. "We need to talk," he whispered.
Saraya turned to the doctor. "Please step aside," she said briefly.
"No problem," replied Dr. Corovin. "I just wanted to inform the captain that the lieutenant-admiral is recovering."
As soon as the doctor closed the door, Sarah sat down beside the bed. "Lerner was thrown overboard," she said softly. "I said he was a foreign spy, and the captain wanted to get rid of the body as soon as possible. He was relieved. The captain doesn't want any bad publicity, the shipping company. Not to mention. So Lerner was sent over the side of the ship."
"Where are we?" Bourne asked.
"It's about forty minutes away from Istanbul." Seeing that Bourne was about to sit up, Saraya gently grabbed his arm and supported it. "Lerner slipped aboard too, and we were both negligent."
"I think there's another thing I've overlooked, much more important," Byrne said. "Bring me my pants."
His trousers draped neatly over the back of the chair.Saraja handed the pants to Bourne. "You need to eat. The doctor gave you fluids while he was treating you. He told me you'll feel better in a few hours."
"Let's talk about it later." Bourne could feel the pain from the knife wound on his body and where he was kicked by Lena.The cut on his right upper arm from the ice pick was bandaged, but it didn't hurt.He closed his eyes, but the dream just now appeared in his mind - Fadi, the person impersonating Lindros, Sarah, and Dr. Sunderland.
"Jason, what's wrong with you?"
He opened his eyes. "Saraya, it's not just Dr. Sunderland who's making waves in my head."
"What did you say?"
Bourne fumbled in his pants pocket and pulled out a pack of cardboard matches.Fadi lit a cigarette and handed Bourne the packet of matches.Bourne had dreamed of this scene just now, but it was a scene that had appeared in real life.At that time, Bourne was affected by the memory implanted by Dr. Sunderland, and took Fadi out of the detention room of the "Typhon" Operations Department.Once outside, Fadi lit a cigarette with a cardboard match—“There was nothing to burn in the cell, so they let me keep it,” he said.Then he handed Bourne the pack of matches.
Why did Fadi pass him the matches?The action was so simple that it was hardly noticeable nor retained in memory, especially in light of what happened afterwards.But that's exactly what Fadi wants.
"Cardboard matches?" Saraja said.
"Fadi handed it to me outside CIA headquarters." He flipped over the cardboard match.Bourne had been in the water by the Black Sea, and this pack of matches had been soaked into a mess, crumpled, with bent corners, and the words printed on the pack were illegible.
The only remaining intact part of a cardboard match is the bottom casing from which the individual paper matches have been torn.Bourne used his thumbnail to pry up the metal staples that held the cardboard in place.Hidden under the cardboard was a small rectangular object, made of metal and ceramic.
"My God, he's bugged you!"
Bourne examined it carefully. "It's a tracker." He handed it to Saraja. "Throw it in the sea, now."
Sarah Ya took the tracker and walked out of the cabin.She will be back soon.
"Now let's talk about something else," he looked at Saraya. "Obviously, Tim Hytner leaked all the inside information to Fadi."
"Tim is definitely not a traitor." Sarayah said decisively.
"I know he's your friend—"
"It's nothing to do with that. The person pretending to be Lindros deliberately showed me a hard evidence that Tim is a mole."
Bourne took a deep breath and got out of bed enduring the pain that followed. "Then it's quite possible that Tim Hytner wasn't a mole at all."
Saraha nodded. "In other words, the mole in the CIA may still be active."
Their café Caktus is located half a block south of Istiklal Avenue in Istanbul's trendy and modern Beyoglu district.The table in front of the two of them was full of plates containing various Turkish side dishes, and the small coffee cup contained strong Turkish coffee.The café was buzzing with people talking in a myriad of languages, which suited them well.
Bourne had eaten his fill and was drinking his third cup of coffee, and it wasn't until then that he felt a little more human.After a while he said, "Obviously we can't trust anyone inside the CIA. If you get a computer here, can you hack into the 'Sentinel' firewall inside the agency?"
Sarah shook her head. "That firewall can't even be broken by Tim."
Byrne nodded. "Then you've got to go back to Washington. We've got to get the mole out. As long as he's active, everything in the CIA is likely to leak out, including the investigation into the 'Duja' program. And you've got to be on the lookout for that imposter. Both of these guys are working for Fadi, so if you keep an eye on the impostor, you might be able to track down the mole."
"I'm going to find the old man."
"You must not go to him. We don't have solid evidence in hand. At that time, we can only see whether the old man would rather believe your words or believe that fake. You have been involved with me, and you have already been stained; The old man likes Lindros very much, and trusts him immensely. Hell, this is exactly the cleverness of Fadi's plan." He said, shaking his head. "No, it won't do any good to expose a fake Lindros. It's best for you to keep your eyes open and your ears pricked up, but your mouth shut. I don't want that imposter to perceive that you're trying to get on him. Your return to the Bureau would have aroused his suspicions, after all he sent you to Odessa to 'assist' me."
A sneer appeared on Bourne's haggard face. "Let's tell him what the imposter wants to know. Just say that you saw me and Lerner fight on this freighter, and we both died."
"So you just told me to throw the tracker overboard."
Byrne nodded. "Fadi will confirm the location of the tracker is on the bottom of the Black Sea."
Saraha smiled. "Now we're finally making some progress."
There is an internet café on the street in front of Cactus Café.Saraya went to pay first, and Bourne sat down in front of a computer in the back of the Internet cafe.By the time she pulled a chair aside, he was already searching for information about Dr. Alan Sunderland.It seems that Sunderland has won many awards and has written several monographs.Byrne found a photo of the well-known memory specialist on a website.
"This is not the person who treated me," Bourne said, staring at the photo. "Fadi found a doctor to pretend to be him. I don't know if Fadi let the fake doctor inject me with nerve injections through bribery or coercion." Transmitters, tampering with the neurons in the brain. Neurotransmitters can suppress certain memories, but they also create false memory fragments-the purpose is to make me approve of the guy pretending to be Martin, to make me go On the road of death."
"Jason, this is horrible. It's like someone got inside your head." Saraya put a hand on his shoulder. "How can you stand against such an enemy?"
"To be honest, I can't help it. Unless I can find the person who manipulated me."
Bourne's thoughts went back to talking to the fake Sunderland.The photo on the desk showed a beautiful young woman whom Sondland said was Katya.Is this information also part of the fake identity?Bourne concentrated on his memory, carefully pondering the tone of Dr. Sunderland's speech.No, he was sincere when he mentioned that woman.At least to the impersonators of Ellen Sunderland she was a real existence.
And the accent the fake doctor spoke with.Bourne remembers making the judgment with a Romanian accent.So he could at least be sure of a few things: the imposter was a doctor—a specialist in memory reconstruction; he was Romanian; his wife's name was Katya.Judging from the photo, Katya is very comfortable standing in front of the camera, maybe she is a model, or has been a model.These scraps of information are of little value, Bourne thought, but a little knowledge is better than nothing.
"Let's go back to the very beginning." His fingers flew across the keyboard.A moment later, he called out the information of Abu Sharif Hamid ibn Ashef Wasib, the founder of Verdik United Technologies. "Thirty-three years ago Hamid married Holly Cargill, the youngest daughter of Simon and Jaquel Cargill, senior lawyers at Cargill & Dennison. The Cargills were Important socialites in London, they claim that their lineage can be traced back to the time of Henry VIII." Byrne's fingers continued to dance, and new information continued to pop up on the display. "Holly bore three children to Hamid ibn Ashef. The first child was named Abu Ghazi Nadir Jamuh ibn Hamid ibn Ashef Wasib. Then his younger brother, Karim Jamal ibn Hamid ibn Ashef Wasib – in the same year we last went to Odessa, Karim became president of Verdik United Technologies."
"Just two weeks after you shot Hamid ibn Ashef," Sharaya said behind him, "is there a child?"
"I'm checking," Bourne scrolled the page, "here it is. The youngest child is a daughter." Bourne paused suddenly, feeling as if his heart jumped into his throat.He pronounced the name in an odd voice: "Sarah ibn al-Ashaf, deceased."
"It was Sara we killed." Saraya whispered in his ear.
"It seems so." Suddenly, everything became clear. "My God, Fadi is the son of Hamid ibn Ashef."
Saraya was dumbfounded. "I guess he is the eldest son, because the second son, Karim, became the president of Verdik United Technologies."
Bourne remembered the fierce confrontation between himself and Fadi in the waves on the shore of the Black Sea. "I've been waiting for this moment for a long time. After so long, I can finally look at your face again. After so long, I can take revenge." When Bourne asked him why he said he wanted revenge, Fadi growled: "You can't forget—how could you forget that?" There was only one possibility of what he said.
"I killed their sister," Bourne said, leaning back in his chair, "that's why they designed me into this plan for destruction."
"We still have no idea who the person pretending to be Martin Lindros is."
"We don't know if Martin is still alive." Bourne focused his attention on the computer screen again. "But we might be able to find another clue to the counterfeit." Byrne called up the Verdick United Technologies website page.The website lists the conglomerate's personnel, including research and development staff in more than a dozen countries.
"You want to find someone pretending to be Dr. Sunderland? It's a needle in a haystack."
"Not necessarily," Byrne said. "Don't forget, that guy's an expert."
"His specialty is memory reconstruction."
"That's right." At this moment, Bourne remembered another thing he said when he talked with Dr. Sunderland. "And miniaturization."
There are ten PhDs in related or similar fields.Bourne searched for their information one by one on the Internet.Among the ten people, there was no one who treated him.
"What now?" Sarah asked.
He quit Verdik United Technologies' Web site and searched the records for news about the conglomerate.It took Bourne fifteen minutes to go through a large number of news about business mergers, company splits, quarterly profit and loss reports, and personnel hiring and firing. Finally, he found a report about Dr. Kostin Weintraub.This individual is an expert in biopharmaceutical nanotechnology, scanning force microscopy and molecular medicine.
"It appears that Dr. Weintraub was fired directly by Verdick United Technologies for alleged theft of intellectual property."
"In this case, this person can be ruled out, right?" Sharaya said.
"Quite the opposite. Think about it. With a public dismissal like this, Weintroub will never again be able to get a job in a legitimate laboratory or teach at a university. It's reached the bottom where no one cares."
"Fadhi's brother is absolutely capable of driving him into this situation. Then Weintroub has to work for Fadi, or he's just drinking Mistral."
Byrne nodded. "This conjecture has yet to be confirmed." He entered the name of Dr. Kostin Weintraub and searched out the person's resume.The information provided on the resume is all worthy of attention, but it does not confirm their inferences.But links to photos are different.Byrne found a photo of Dr. Weintraub at the award ceremony.The wife standing next to him was nothing short of a vase—the picture of the tall blonde beauty Bourne had seen in Dr. Sunderland's clinic.She was once rated as one of the top ten perfect models, and her name before marriage was Katya Stepanova Vdova.
The CIA field commander in charge of the "Scorpion V" and "Scorpion Six" teams was named Marin Dorff, and he was awarded the rank of captain that was fake.When the dawn was about to break, Marin led the team and the detachment sent by the navy to meet outside the town of Gadai in the Shabwa region of South Yemen. At this time, the rank of captain will be very helpful to him.
Dolph is the perfect man for this task.He knows the Shabwa area like the back of his hand.Dolph has experienced countless victories and failures here, and the cruel history here has left its imprint on his body.Despite vehement denials by the Yemeni authorities, the Shabwa region is home to many militant Islamic terrorist groups, and they are not easy to mess with.During the Cold War, the Soviet Union, East Germany, and Cuba established hidden, cobweb-like training facilities in the inhospitable mountains.In those days, the town of Al-Ghadai was populated by terrorist trainers from Cuba who had become notorious for training and arming the Popular Front for the Liberation of Oman.The East Germans were busy developing a cadre for the Saudi Communist Party and the Bahrain Liberation Front in another nearby town, allowing them to engage in all sorts of sabotage activities, including infiltrating the ideology of both groups through the control of the mass media. Every corner of the country where it is located, thus secretly endangering the spiritual life of the people of the country.Although the Soviet Union and its satellites withdrew from Yemen in 1987, these terrorist groups remained entrenched, gaining new life under the leadership of the vicious Al Qaeda.
"Any news?"
Dolph turned his head and saw Captain Laurie, the commander of the naval detachment, standing behind him.The people led by Lowry will attack the nuclear facilities of the "Duja" organization together with the "Scorpio V" and "Scorpio Six".Laurie was tall and fair-haired.His physique was as strong as a bear's, but his appearance was a bit tougher than a bear's.
Dolph had seen soldiers like Laurie act bravely and see them die in battle.He raised the Shuraya satellite phone in his hand and said, "Still waiting for confirmation from above."
The place where they meet is on the east side of the town of Gadai, which is an unobstructed highland.The small town illuminated by the morning light is surrounded by mountains and deserts, and is always under the never-ending mountain wind.The tall clouds were blown away by the wind above and drifted across the blue sky.The adobe towers in the city are ten or twelve stories high, and the box-like buildings have long windows on the outer walls, which look like ancient temples.Time seems to have stood still here, as if history never moved forward.
The two teams of soldiers on the high ground waited silently for orders.Their nerves are like taut springs, and they know that the order to start will be given at any time.They are very aware of the risks they will face. Everyone here is prepared and willing to give their lives to defend the security of the country.
When the troops were on standby, Dolph took out his GPS satellite locator and showed the commander of the Navy at the same level the location of the planned attack target.The target was south-southwest of their location, less than a hundred kilometers away.
The Shuraya satellite phone buzzed.Dolph held the phone to his ear and listened to what he thought was Martin Lindross - confirm the coordinates he had just marked on the satellite locator.
"Yes, sir," he whispered into the handset of the Shuraya satellite phone. "Estimated twenty minutes. Leave it to us, sir."
Dolph ended the call and nodded to Laurie.Together the two issued the order, and the team quietly boarded four Chinook helicopters.Moments later, the rotors began to spin, increasing in speed. The "Chinook" helicopters took off in two batches. The large cloud of dust stirred up by the blades was like a rising mist, covering the planes in it. It was not until they climbed to a high altitude that the vision became clearer. The fuselage of the "Chinook" was slightly tilted forward, and it flew rapidly towards the south-southwest direction.
The situation room located at a depth of forty-five meters underground in the White House was busy at the moment.Many flat-panel plasma screens displayed satellite photos of South Yemen with different precision, some were just overviews, some showed specific topographical landmarks, and some took photos of the topography and landforms around the town of Al Qaedah in great detail come out.Other displays show the target area and the flight progress of the four Chinook helicopters through 3D animation. The crowd was pretty much the same as it had been the last time the Don was attacked: the president, the Pentagon's intelligence chief, Luther LaValle, Secretary of Defense Khaliday, the national security adviser, and Gundarson from the International Atomic Energy Agency.There was only one person who didn't show up: Jon Miller. "The goal will be reached in ten minutes," said the old man.He wears headphones and can listen to the encrypted communication network used by Captain Dolph. "Please tell me again, what weapons are the commandos equipped with?" Minister Khalidi, who was sitting on the left of the president, asked slowly. "These four 'Chinooks' were specially refitted for us by McDonnell Douglas," the old man said in a calm tone. The 'Apache' attack helicopters are more similar. Like the 'Apache' they are equipped with a target acquisition indicating sight and a laser ranging target designator. Our 'Chinook' is able to withstand calibers up to 23mm As for assault weapons, they were armed with a battery of Hellfire anti-tank missiles, three 30mm M230 chain cannons, and twelve rounds fired from M261 nineteen-barreled rocket launchers. The 'Hydra 70' aviation rocket. This rocket is equipped with a single warhead, equipped with a trigger fuze or a multi-purpose fuze set by remote control." The president's laughter seemed a little too loud. "Bad, you should be satisfied with such a detailed explanation." "I'm sorry, Director, I still don't understand," Halliday still insisted, "I feel very puzzled. You didn't mention the serious security breach at the CIA headquarters." "What loophole?" The President looked confused, then flushed with rage. "What's Bud talking about?" "We've been attacked by a computer virus," the CIA director said calmly.How did he know this? "The IT folks in the agency reassured us that the CIA's core mainframes hadn't been compromised. Our 'Sentinel' firewall made sure of that. Now the IT folks are thoroughly scanning the system for viruses." "Director, if I were you," Secretary Halliday pursued, "I would never downplay the electronic attack that endangered the security of the entire department. You know, those bloody terrorists are watching us Woolen cloth." Lavalier was indeed a loyal follower, and he took up the questioning at once. "Director, you just said that people in your bureau are killing viruses, but that doesn't change the fact. Your department has indeed been attacked electronically." "It's not the first time this has happened," the CIA director said, "and it won't be the last, trust me." "But," continued Lavalle, "an electronic attack from outside—" "The attack does not come from the outside." The director of the CIA stared at the intelligence director of the Pentagon with sharp eyes. "Thanks to the meticulous reconnaissance of my deputy, Martin Lindros, we discovered that the electronic trail left by this attack pointed to a mole, the now deceased Tim Hytner. His last act was to "Cracking" the encrypted file of the "Duja" organization was used as a cover to implant the virus into our computer system. This so-called encrypted file is actually a virus written in binary—the culprit behind this attack." The old man turned his gaze to the President. "Guys, let's get on with the important things at hand." How many more futile attacks will I have to endure before the President steps in to stop these two guys?he thought angrily. With the flickering of images on multiple monitors, the atmosphere in the situation room also became tense.Everyone's mouth felt dry, and every eye was glued to the progress of the operation shown on the plasma screen—four Chinook helicopters from the CIA were flying over the mountains.The screens look like video games, but as soon as the two sides start fighting, any resemblance between war and games disappears. "They have flown over the westernmost wadis," reported the CIA director, "and now they are separated from the 'Duja' facilities by a low mountain range, and are about to fly over the pass in the southwest direction. They will attack in two-aircraft formation."
"We came across RF60," Malin Dorff reported to the CIA director.He was referring to radiation fog, a strange weather phenomenon that sometimes appears early in the morning or at night.If the relatively humid air layer is suppressed close to the ground level by the dry air above, it will produce radiation fog under the radiative cooling effect of the surface. "Can you see the target?" He heard the faint voice of the CIA director, sounding metallic. "I can't see it, sir. We're going to fly closer for a closer look, but the other two Chinooks will be drawn back a little bit and stay in defensive formation." Dolph turned to Laurie for advice, and saw him click nod. "Norris," he said to the pilot in the helicopter on the left wing, "lower altitude." He watched as the Chinook swooped down sideways, its spinning rotors clearing away the mist of radiation fog. "There!" cried Laurie. Dolph saw a group of men with guns, estimated to be six.The group of people raised their heads in astonishment, and Dolph followed their line of sight and found a low bunker-like building in the distance.Those houses looked a lot like a terrorist training camp, but the Duja group would certainly disguise their bases as such. The M230 chain gun on the low-flying Chinook fired.Thirty millimeter caliber shells hit the ground with dust, and several enemies fell down.The remaining people fired a few shots, fled in all directions and raised their guns again to fight back, and then they were all thrown to the ground. "Let's go!" Dolph yells into the microphone. "The building complex is half a kilometer ahead." The "Chinook" helicopter began to dive down.Dolph heard the booming of the rotors growing louder, as two other Chinooks approached from their rearward defensive positions. "Hellfire ready!" he yelled. "Wait for my signal, and each aircraft will launch a missile." No matter how strong the walls of the enemy's buildings are, they cannot resist missiles fired from different angles. He could see three other helicopters closing in on the target. "At my command," Dolph yelled, "Launch!" Four "Hellfire" missiles flew out from the pylons of the "Chinook" helicopter.They flew straight towards the building complex following the guidance of the laser guide, and exploded one after another within a few seconds.A huge fireball rose into the air from the ground, and the shock wave from the explosion caused the helicopter to shake slightly, only to see puffs of thick black smoke rising above the target. Chaos ensued. The flight to Washington was about to take off from Ataturk International Airport 61. Saraha Moore, who was waiting in line to board the plane, took out her mobile phone.She had been wondering what was going on at CIA headquarters since she and Bourne had parted ways.Bourne was right: the guy pretending to be Lindros was already in a great position.But why did this person go to such lengths to break into the CIA?Could it be that they want to spy on information?Sarah doesn't think so.Fadi was smart enough to know that his men couldn't smuggle information out of the CIA's watertight security system.There was only one reason for the counterfeit to break into the CIA: to interfere with Operations Typhon's efforts to stop Duja.It seemed to Saraja that this was an offensive plan - actively spreading false information.If the CIA was chasing false leads in vain, Fadi and his men could sneak into the United States.This is a classic trick of misleading, the oldest trick of the juggler.But it's also often the most effective. Saraya knew Bourne had said that she couldn't go to the old man directly, but she could do the next best thing—get in touch with Anne Held.She could tell Annie about anything, and Annie would try to tell the old man about it without letting anyone else know.This effectively cuts off the insider's access to information, no matter who that person is. Saraya followed the people in line and walked forward, and boarded the plane.She thought about her thoughts again, and then dialed Annie's private phone number.The bell rang and rang, and she unconsciously prayed secretly, hoping that Annie would answer it quickly.She dared not leave a message in voice mail, not even a brief message for Annie to call back.When the ring rang for the seventh time, Annie finally answered the phone. "Annie, thank God," said the line now moving fast, "I'm Saraia. You listen, I don't have time to talk. I'm on my way back to Washington. Don't you talk, let me finish my story .I found out that Martin Lindros, whom Bourne rescued from Ethiopia, was a fake." "Counterfeit?" "That's right." "This is simply impossible!" "I know it sounds weird." "Saraya, I don't know what happened to you over there, but you believe me, Lindros is Lindros. He even passed the retinal scan." "Listen. This guy—whoever he is—is working for Fadi. He's been put in the CIA to keep us from tracking 'Duja'. Anne, you have to put Tell the old man about it." "I see. You must be crazy. If I tell the old man that Lindros is a fake, he won't be surprised if he doesn't send me to a madhouse." Saraya was almost at the boarding gate and had no time to say more. "Annie, you must trust me. You have to find a way to convince him." "How can you convince him without evidence?" Annie said, "Even if there is a little substantive evidence." "But I didn't—" "I've got my pen. Give me your flight details. I'll meet you at the airport. We can figure it out on the way back to headquarters." Sarah Ya told Annie the flight number and arrival time.She nodded to the flight attendant standing at the boarding gate and handed her boarding pass. "Thank you, Anne, I knew you could help." Several "Sidewinder" missiles flew from nowhere. "On our right wing!" Dolph yelled, but the siren was already sounding shrill in the Chinook's cabin.He watched a missile hit the lowest-flying Chinook directly, and saw the helicopter explode into a ball of fire that was immediately engulfed in smoke rising from the wreckage of the building.The second helicopter was about to take an evasive maneuver when the missile hit its tail.The entire back half of the plane was blown away; the rest of the fuselage fell sideways, spinning and falling into the blazing flames. Dolph forgot about the other remaining helicopter for a moment; he had to concentrate on keeping his own first.The helicopter, which had begun its first evasive maneuver, lurched sharply, and Dolph staggered toward the pilot. "Captain, the missile flying towards us has locked on the target," the pilot said, "it is biting our tail." He yanked the joystick violently, and the "Chinook" helicopter turned somersaults in the air and dived towards Next, the violent maneuver shakes people's stomachs. "Continue flying like this," Dolph said, and he gestured to the ordnance officer, "Give me a remote control to set the multi-purpose fuze on a rocket, with a five-second delay." The armorer's eyes widened. "Captain, this time is a bit too short. The explosion may affect us." "That's the effect," Dolph said, "that's what it is." 军械官设定引信时多尔夫朝舷窗外望了一眼。就在离他们不到一百米处，另一枚“响尾蛇”命中了目标，在直升机的机身中部轰然爆炸。第三架“支奴干”像石块一样坠了下去。现在只剩下他们了。 “队长，导弹越来越近了，”飞行员说，“这个飞法坚持不了多久。” 运气好的话，你就用不着再这么飞了，多尔夫心想。“我发信号的时候把飞机往左拐，然后向下俯冲，动作越陡越好。明白了吗？” 飞行员点了点头。“收到，队长。” “手稳住。”多尔夫又对他说了一句。他已经能听到急追而来的“响尾蛇”导弹破空飞行时发出的尖啸。他们没多少时间了。 军械官朝多尔夫点了点头。“设定好了，队长。” “发射吧。”多尔夫说道。 “九头蛇70”火箭弹射出时发出了“啾”的一声轻响。多尔夫开始读秒：“一，二。”紧接着他往飞行员的肩上一拍，喝道：“走！” 直升机立刻向左侧急闪，随即俯冲而下。地面飞快地向他们扑来，这时火箭弹也轰然引爆了。爆炸的冲击力把直升机里的所有人都甩向了右前方。尽管“支奴干”的机身外镶着装甲，多尔夫仍然能感觉到一股灼热的气息。这就是诱饵，那枚“响尾蛇”——它是采取热寻制导模式的空对空导弹——径直飞向了热量最集中的地面，把自己炸得粉碎。 飞行员猛力拉动操纵杆要从俯冲状态改平，“支奴干”机身颤抖着并未及时作出反应，然后像一枚钟摆似的终于恢复到了平飞状态。 “干得漂亮，”多尔夫捏了捏飞行员的肩膀，“大家都没事吧？”他眼角的余光看到队员们或是点头，或是竖起了大拇指。“好，现在咱们就去找击落战友的敌机算账。” 莎拉雅动身去机场之后伯恩就开始制订计划。他要找到内西姆·哈图恩（叶夫根尼·费奥多维奇的雇主），并从此人口中问出情况。据叶夫根尼说哈图恩的地盘在苏丹艾哈迈德区，那儿离他目前所在的位置有点远。 伯恩几乎已筋疲力尽。尽管他竭力不让自己去想，但法迪捅的那一刀的确让他元气大损，和马修·勒纳的肉搏又让他伤上加伤。他知道以现在的这种状态去找内西姆·哈图恩简直是愚不可及，甚至有可能让自己白白送命。 因此他打算去找一位“阿查卜”。严格说来，这些用传统草药治病的医生主要集中在摩洛哥，不过土耳其境内千差万别的小气候孕育着超过一千一百种的植物，因此在伊斯坦布尔的众多药店之中，找到一家由精通植物药学的摩洛哥人开的店也毫不奇怪。 伯恩漫步街头，不时向路人和商店老板打听几句，四十五分钟之后终于找到了这么一家药店。它坐落在闹哄哄的市场中央，小小的门脸上有几扇沾满尘土的窄窗，样子颇为破败。 店里的阿查卜坐在凳子上，正用杵臼把草药研成碎末。伯恩走上前去时他抬起了头，一双直淌眼水的眼睛看起来有点近视。 药店里弥漫着一股几乎让人窒息的浓烈气味。全然陌生的刺鼻气味来自各种晒干的药草、茎秆、菌菇、叶片、种子、花瓣，等等。墙壁从上到下都打着木制的抽屉和格架，草药医生五花八门的货物就存放在里头。房间里飘荡着长年累月的研磨产生的呛人粉尘，让透进蒙尘窗口的些许阳光显得愈发黯淡。 “你好，”阿查卜用摩洛哥口音的土耳其语招呼道，“有什么需要吗？” 伯恩并没有回答。他脱掉了衬衣，露出身上绑着绷带的伤口、青紫的瘀痕，还有一道道血迹已干的划伤。 阿查卜伸出一根长长的手指勾了勾。他个子很小，消瘦得几近枯槁，皮肤黝黑粗糙，显然曾在沙漠中常年居住。“请你走近点。” Bourne complied. 草药医生那双满是眼水的眼睛慢慢地眨了眨。“你想怎么治呢？” “只要能让我继续奔波就行。”伯恩说的也是带摩洛哥口音的土耳其语。 阿查卜站起身朝抽屉走去，从里面抓了一把看起来有点像山羊毛的草药。“这是千层塔，采自中国北方的一种稀有蕨类植物。”他坐到凳子上，把杵臼放到一边，随即将晒干的千层塔撕成小段。“信不信由你，你需要的一切都在这里面。这种蕨类植物能抑制住令人虚弱无力的炎症。与此同时，它还能大大提高思维的敏锐程度。” 他转过身拎起坐在火头上的水壶，往一只铜茶壶里倒了些将沸未沸的热水。接着他把撕碎的蕨类植物丢进茶壶，又倒了点水，盖上盖子后把茶壶搁在杵臼的旁边。 伯恩穿上衬衣系好纽扣，找了张木头凳子坐了下来。 两个人都没说话，但气氛还算友好。他们在沉默中等着壶中的草药“茶”泡出药汁。阿查卜那双直淌眼水的眼睛虽然有点近视，但还是看清了伯恩脸上的每一处特征。 "Who are you?" 伯恩答道：“我也不知道。” “也许有一天你会知道的。” 草药泡好了。阿查卜伸出长长的手指拿起茶壶，算准分量往杯子里倒了些茶汁。茶色又浓又黑，毫不透光，散发着一股沼泽般的怪味。 “喝吧，”他递过杯子，“请全部喝完，一口气。” 药的味道简直无法用语言形容，但伯恩还是把它喝得一滴不剩。 “不出一个小时你就能感到体力有所恢复，思维也会变得更活跃，”草药医生说道，“这种状态可以持续几天时间。” 伯恩起身向他致谢，付了草药的钱。他出门又回到市场，先在一家服装店里买了全套的土耳其服装，包括脚上穿的薄底便鞋。店老板给他指了返回独立大街的路，说那地方就在苏丹艾哈迈德区的金角湾对面。伯恩在独立大街上找了家卖戏剧用品的商店，挑了一副假胡子和小金属罐装的化妆胶水。他对着店内的镜子把假胡子粘到了脸上。 然后他仔细查看了店里出售的其他商品，买了几样用得着的东西，一股脑儿塞进破破烂烂的二手皮质小背包。买东西的时候他心里始终怒火难抑，总是想着魏因特罗布和法迪对他干的事。伯恩的敌人悄然潜入了他的头脑，不着痕迹地影响着他的思维，干扰着他做出的决定。魏因特罗布当时占据着真正的桑德兰医生的诊所，这件事法迪是怎么办到的？ 他掏出手机查到桑德兰医生的电话号码，在七位号码前加拨了国际长途的区号。这时候诊所还没开门，不过电话中的语音提示有三个选择：预约门诊、查询桑德兰医生的上班时间，或是查询从华盛顿、马里兰州或弗吉尼亚州前往诊所的路径。伯恩想查的当然是第二项。语音提示告诉他桑德兰医生的上班时间是周一上午十点到下午六点，以及周三到周五的同一时段。替他预约门诊的人是谁？ 伯恩的发际冒出了汗水，心狂跳不已。法迪的手下怎么会知道他要把法迪带出拘留室？莎拉雅当时给蒂姆·海特纳打了电话，因此伯恩才会怀疑他是内奸。但海特纳并不是。谁能够听到中情局内网手机的通话？除了那个内奸，又有谁会去偷听？此人肯定也就是替伯恩在桑德兰医生不上班的那一天定下预约的人。 安妮·赫尔德！ 天哪，基督在上，他心想。竟然是老头子的得力助手。how can that be possible?然而，只有这样才能解释最近发生的事件。要向法迪提供中情局内部的核心机密，谁还能比安妮·赫尔德更合适？ 他的手指飞速拨动着手机，得赶在莎拉雅登机之前警告她。但电话一接通就转到了语音信箱，她的手机已经关掉了。莎拉雅已登上飞机，她即将飞往华盛顿，飞往灾难。 他只好留了言，告诉她中情局里的内奸是安妮·赫尔德无疑。
The situation room located at a depth of forty-five meters underground in the White House was busy at the moment.Many flat-panel plasma screens displayed satellite photos of South Yemen with different precision, some were just overviews, some showed specific topographical landmarks, and some took photos of the topography and landforms around the town of Al Qaedah in great detail come out.Other displays show the target area and the flight progress of the four Chinook helicopters through 3D animation. The crowd was pretty much the same as it had been the last time the Don was attacked: the president, the Pentagon's intelligence chief, Luther LaValle, Secretary of Defense Khaliday, the national security adviser, and Gundarson from the International Atomic Energy Agency.There was only one person who didn't show up: Jon Miller. "The goal will be reached in ten minutes," said the old man.He wears headphones and can listen to the encrypted communication network used by Captain Dolph. "Please tell me again, what weapons are the commandos equipped with?" Minister Khalidi, who was sitting on the left of the president, asked slowly. "These four 'Chinooks' were specially refitted for us by McDonnell Douglas," the old man said in a calm tone. The 'Apache' attack helicopters are more similar. Like the 'Apache' they are equipped with a target acquisition indicating sight and a laser ranging target designator. Our 'Chinook' is able to withstand calibers up to 23mm As for assault weapons, they were armed with a battery of Hellfire anti-tank missiles, three 30mm M230 chain cannons, and twelve rounds fired from M261 nineteen-barreled rocket launchers. The 'Hydra 70' aviation rocket. This rocket is equipped with a single warhead, equipped with a trigger fuze or a multi-purpose fuze set by remote control." The president's laughter seemed a little too loud. "Bad, you should be satisfied with such a detailed explanation." "I'm sorry, Director, I still don't understand," Halliday still insisted, "I feel very puzzled. You didn't mention the serious security breach at the CIA headquarters." "What loophole?" The President looked confused, then flushed with rage. "What's Bud talking about?" "We've been attacked by a computer virus," the CIA director said calmly.How did he know this? "The IT folks in the agency reassured us that the CIA's core mainframes hadn't been compromised. Our 'Sentinel' firewall made sure of that. Now the IT folks are thoroughly scanning the system for viruses." "Director, if I were you," Secretary Halliday pursued, "I would never downplay the electronic attack that endangered the security of the entire department. You know, those bloody terrorists are watching us Woolen cloth." Lavalier was indeed a loyal follower, and he took up the questioning at once. "Director, you just said that people in your bureau are killing viruses, but that doesn't change the fact. Your department has indeed been attacked electronically." "It's not the first time this has happened," the CIA director said, "and it won't be the last, trust me." "But," continued Lavalle, "an electronic attack from outside—" "The attack does not come from the outside." The director of the CIA stared at the intelligence director of the Pentagon with sharp eyes. "Thanks to the meticulous reconnaissance of my deputy, Martin Lindros, we discovered that the electronic trail left by this attack pointed to a mole, the now deceased Tim Hytner. His last act was to "Cracking" the encrypted file of the "Duja" organization was used as a cover to implant the virus into our computer system. This so-called encrypted file is actually a virus written in binary—the culprit behind this attack." The old man turned his gaze to the President. "Guys, let's get on with the important things at hand." How many more futile attacks will I have to endure before the President steps in to stop these two guys?he thought angrily. With the flickering of images on multiple monitors, the atmosphere in the situation room also became tense.Everyone's mouth felt dry, and every eye was glued to the progress of the operation shown on the plasma screen—four Chinook helicopters from the CIA were flying over the mountains.The screens look like video games, but as soon as the two sides start fighting, any resemblance between war and games disappears. "They have flown over the westernmost wadis," reported the CIA director, "and now they are separated from the 'Duja' facilities by a low mountain range, and are about to fly over the pass in the southwest direction. They will attack in two-aircraft formation."
"We came across RF60," Malin Dorff reported to the CIA director.He was referring to radiation fog, a strange weather phenomenon that sometimes appears early in the morning or at night.If the relatively humid air layer is suppressed close to the ground level by the dry air above, it will produce radiation fog under the radiative cooling effect of the surface. "Can you see the target?" He heard the faint voice of the CIA director, sounding metallic. "I can't see it, sir. We're going to fly closer for a closer look, but the other two Chinooks will be drawn back a little bit and stay in defensive formation." Dolph turned to Laurie for advice, and saw him click nod. "Norris," he said to the pilot in the helicopter on the left wing, "lower altitude." He watched as the Chinook swooped down sideways, its spinning rotors clearing away the mist of radiation fog. "There!" cried Laurie. Dolph saw a group of men with guns, estimated to be six.The group of people raised their heads in astonishment, and Dolph followed their line of sight and found a low bunker-like building in the distance.Those houses looked a lot like a terrorist training camp, but the Duja group would certainly disguise their bases as such. The M230 chain gun on the low-flying Chinook fired.Thirty millimeter caliber shells hit the ground with dust, and several enemies fell down.The remaining people fired a few shots, fled in all directions and raised their guns again to fight back, and then they were all thrown to the ground. "Let's go!" Dolph yells into the microphone. "The building complex is half a kilometer ahead." The "Chinook" helicopter began to dive down.Dolph heard the booming of the rotors growing louder, as two other Chinooks approached from their rearward defensive positions. "Hellfire ready!" he yelled. "Wait for my signal, and each aircraft will launch a missile." No matter how strong the walls of the enemy's buildings are, they cannot resist missiles fired from different angles. He could see three other helicopters closing in on the target. "At my command," Dolph yelled, "Launch!" Four "Hellfire" missiles flew out from the pylons of the "Chinook" helicopter.They flew straight towards the building complex following the guidance of the laser guide, and exploded one after another within a few seconds.A huge fireball rose into the air from the ground, and the shock wave from the explosion caused the helicopter to shake slightly, only to see puffs of thick black smoke rising above the target. Chaos ensued. The flight to Washington was about to take off from Ataturk International Airport 61. Saraha Moore, who was waiting in line to board the plane, took out her mobile phone.She had been wondering what was going on at CIA headquarters since she and Bourne had parted ways.Bourne was right: the guy pretending to be Lindros was already in a great position.But why did this person go to such lengths to break into the CIA?Could it be that they want to spy on information?Sarah doesn't think so.Fadi was smart enough to know that his men couldn't smuggle information out of the CIA's watertight security system.There was only one reason for the counterfeit to break into the CIA: to interfere with Operations Typhon's efforts to stop Duja.It seemed to Saraja that this was an offensive plan - actively spreading false information.If the CIA was chasing false leads in vain, Fadi and his men could sneak into the United States.This is a classic trick of misleading, the oldest trick of the juggler.But it's also often the most effective. Saraya knew Bourne had said that she couldn't go to the old man directly, but she could do the next best thing—get in touch with Anne Held.She could tell Annie about anything, and Annie would try to tell the old man about it without letting anyone else know.This effectively cuts off the insider's access to information, no matter who that person is. Saraya followed the people in line and walked forward, and boarded the plane.She thought about her thoughts again, and then dialed Annie's private phone number.The bell rang and rang, and she unconsciously prayed secretly, hoping that Annie would answer it quickly.She dared not leave a message in voice mail, not even a brief message for Annie to call back.When the ring rang for the seventh time, Annie finally answered the phone. "Annie, thank God," said the line now moving fast, "I'm Saraia. You listen, I don't have time to talk. I'm on my way back to Washington. Don't you talk, let me finish my story .I found out that Martin Lindros, whom Bourne rescued from Ethiopia, was a fake." "Counterfeit?" "That's right." "This is simply impossible!" "I know it sounds weird." "Saraya, I don't know what happened to you over there, but you believe me, Lindros is Lindros. He even passed the retinal scan." "Listen. This guy—whoever he is—is working for Fadi. He's been put in the CIA to keep us from tracking 'Duja'. Anne, you have to put Tell the old man about it." "I see. You must be crazy. If I tell the old man that Lindros is a fake, he won't be surprised if he doesn't send me to a madhouse." Saraya was almost at the boarding gate and had no time to say more. "Annie, you must trust me. You have to find a way to convince him." "How can you convince him without evidence?" Annie said, "Even if there is a little substantive evidence." "But I didn't—" "I've got my pen. Give me your flight details. I'll meet you at the airport. We can figure it out on the way back to headquarters." Sarah Ya told Annie the flight number and arrival time.She nodded to the flight attendant standing at the boarding gate and handed her boarding pass. "Thank you, Anne, I knew you could help." Several "Sidewinder" missiles flew from nowhere. "On our right wing!" Dolph yelled, but the siren was already sounding shrill in the Chinook's cabin.He watched a missile hit the lowest-flying Chinook directly, and saw the helicopter explode into a ball of fire that was immediately engulfed in smoke rising from the wreckage of the building.The second helicopter was about to take an evasive maneuver when the missile hit its tail.The entire back half of the plane was blown away; the rest of the fuselage fell sideways, spinning and falling into the blazing flames. Dolph forgot about the other remaining helicopter for a moment; he had to concentrate on keeping his own first.The helicopter, which had begun its first evasive maneuver, lurched sharply, and Dolph staggered toward the pilot. "Captain, the missile flying towards us has locked on the target," the pilot said, "it is biting our tail." He yanked the joystick violently, and the "Chinook" helicopter turned somersaults in the air and dived towards Next, the violent maneuver shakes people's stomachs. "Continue flying like this," Dolph said, and he gestured to the ordnance officer, "Give me a remote control to set the multi-purpose fuze on a rocket, with a five-second delay." The armorer's eyes widened. "Captain, this time is a bit too short. The explosion may affect us." "That's the effect," Dolph said, "that's what it is." 军械官设定引信时多尔夫朝舷窗外望了一眼。就在离他们不到一百米处，另一枚“响尾蛇”命中了目标，在直升机的机身中部轰然爆炸。第三架“支奴干”像石块一样坠了下去。现在只剩下他们了。 “队长，导弹越来越近了，”飞行员说，“这个飞法坚持不了多久。” 运气好的话，你就用不着再这么飞了，多尔夫心想。“我发信号的时候把飞机往左拐，然后向下俯冲，动作越陡越好。明白了吗？” 飞行员点了点头。“收到，队长。” “手稳住。”多尔夫又对他说了一句。他已经能听到急追而来的“响尾蛇”导弹破空飞行时发出的尖啸。他们没多少时间了。 军械官朝多尔夫点了点头。“设定好了，队长。” “发射吧。”多尔夫说道。 “九头蛇70”火箭弹射出时发出了“啾”的一声轻响。多尔夫开始读秒：“一，二。”紧接着他往飞行员的肩上一拍，喝道：“走！” 直升机立刻向左侧急闪，随即俯冲而下。地面飞快地向他们扑来，这时火箭弹也轰然引爆了。爆炸的冲击力把直升机里的所有人都甩向了右前方。尽管“支奴干”的机身外镶着装甲，多尔夫仍然能感觉到一股灼热的气息。这就是诱饵，那枚“响尾蛇”——它是采取热寻制导模式的空对空导弹——径直飞向了热量最集中的地面，把自己炸得粉碎。 飞行员猛力拉动操纵杆要从俯冲状态改平，“支奴干”机身颤抖着并未及时作出反应，然后像一枚钟摆似的终于恢复到了平飞状态。 “干得漂亮，”多尔夫捏了捏飞行员的肩膀，“大家都没事吧？”他眼角的余光看到队员们或是点头，或是竖起了大拇指。“好，现在咱们就去找击落战友的敌机算账。” 莎拉雅动身去机场之后伯恩就开始制订计划。他要找到内西姆·哈图恩（叶夫根尼·费奥多维奇的雇主），并从此人口中问出情况。据叶夫根尼说哈图恩的地盘在苏丹艾哈迈德区，那儿离他目前所在的位置有点远。 伯恩几乎已筋疲力尽。尽管他竭力不让自己去想，但法迪捅的那一刀的确让他元气大损，和马修·勒纳的肉搏又让他伤上加伤。他知道以现在的这种状态去找内西姆·哈图恩简直是愚不可及，甚至有可能让自己白白送命。 因此他打算去找一位“阿查卜”。严格说来，这些用传统草药治病的医生主要集中在摩洛哥，不过土耳其境内千差万别的小气候孕育着超过一千一百种的植物，因此在伊斯坦布尔的众多药店之中，找到一家由精通植物药学的摩洛哥人开的店也毫不奇怪。 伯恩漫步街头，不时向路人和商店老板打听几句，四十五分钟之后终于找到了这么一家药店。它坐落在闹哄哄的市场中央，小小的门脸上有几扇沾满尘土的窄窗，样子颇为破败。 店里的阿查卜坐在凳子上，正用杵臼把草药研成碎末。伯恩走上前去时他抬起了头，一双直淌眼水的眼睛看起来有点近视。 药店里弥漫着一股几乎让人窒息的浓烈气味。全然陌生的刺鼻气味来自各种晒干的药草、茎秆、菌菇、叶片、种子、花瓣，等等。墙壁从上到下都打着木制的抽屉和格架，草药医生五花八门的货物就存放在里头。房间里飘荡着长年累月的研磨产生的呛人粉尘，让透进蒙尘窗口的些许阳光显得愈发黯淡。 “你好，”阿查卜用摩洛哥口音的土耳其语招呼道，“有什么需要吗？” 伯恩并没有回答。他脱掉了衬衣，露出身上绑着绷带的伤口、青紫的瘀痕，还有一道道血迹已干的划伤。 阿查卜伸出一根长长的手指勾了勾。他个子很小，消瘦得几近枯槁，皮肤黝黑粗糙，显然曾在沙漠中常年居住。“请你走近点。” Bourne complied. 草药医生那双满是眼水的眼睛慢慢地眨了眨。“你想怎么治呢？” “只要能让我继续奔波就行。”伯恩说的也是带摩洛哥口音的土耳其语。 阿查卜站起身朝抽屉走去，从里面抓了一把看起来有点像山羊毛的草药。“这是千层塔，采自中国北方的一种稀有蕨类植物。”他坐到凳子上，把杵臼放到一边，随即将晒干的千层塔撕成小段。“信不信由你，你需要的一切都在这里面。这种蕨类植物能抑制住令人虚弱无力的炎症。与此同时，它还能大大提高思维的敏锐程度。” 他转过身拎起坐在火头上的水壶，往一只铜茶壶里倒了些将沸未沸的热水。接着他把撕碎的蕨类植物丢进茶壶，又倒了点水，盖上盖子后把茶壶搁在杵臼的旁边。 伯恩穿上衬衣系好纽扣，找了张木头凳子坐了下来。 两个人都没说话，但气氛还算友好。他们在沉默中等着壶中的草药“茶”泡出药汁。阿查卜那双直淌眼水的眼睛虽然有点近视，但还是看清了伯恩脸上的每一处特征。 "Who are you?" 伯恩答道：“我也不知道。” “也许有一天你会知道的。” 草药泡好了。阿查卜伸出长长的手指拿起茶壶，算准分量往杯子里倒了些茶汁。茶色又浓又黑，毫不透光，散发着一股沼泽般的怪味。 “喝吧，”他递过杯子，“请全部喝完，一口气。” 药的味道简直无法用语言形容，但伯恩还是把它喝得一滴不剩。 “不出一个小时你就能感到体力有所恢复，思维也会变得更活跃，”草药医生说道，“这种状态可以持续几天时间。” 伯恩起身向他致谢，付了草药的钱。他出门又回到市场，先在一家服装店里买了全套的土耳其服装，包括脚上穿的薄底便鞋。店老板给他指了返回独立大街的路，说那地方就在苏丹艾哈迈德区的金角湾对面。伯恩在独立大街上找了家卖戏剧用品的商店，挑了一副假胡子和小金属罐装的化妆胶水。他对着店内的镜子把假胡子粘到了脸上。 然后他仔细查看了店里出售的其他商品，买了几样用得着的东西，一股脑儿塞进破破烂烂的二手皮质小背包。买东西的时候他心里始终怒火难抑，总是想着魏因特罗布和法迪对他干的事。伯恩的敌人悄然潜入了他的头脑，不着痕迹地影响着他的思维，干扰着他做出的决定。魏因特罗布当时占据着真正的桑德兰医生的诊所，这件事法迪是怎么办到的？ 他掏出手机查到桑德兰医生的电话号码，在七位号码前加拨了国际长途的区号。这时候诊所还没开门，不过电话中的语音提示有三个选择：预约门诊、查询桑德兰医生的上班时间，或是查询从华盛顿、马里兰州或弗吉尼亚州前往诊所的路径。伯恩想查的当然是第二项。语音提示告诉他桑德兰医生的上班时间是周一上午十点到下午六点，以及周三到周五的同一时段。替他预约门诊的人是谁？ 伯恩的发际冒出了汗水，心狂跳不已。法迪的手下怎么会知道他要把法迪带出拘留室？莎拉雅当时给蒂姆·海特纳打了电话，因此伯恩才会怀疑他是内奸。但海特纳并不是。谁能够听到中情局内网手机的通话？除了那个内奸，又有谁会去偷听？此人肯定也就是替伯恩在桑德兰医生不上班的那一天定下预约的人。 安妮·赫尔德！ 天哪，基督在上，他心想。竟然是老头子的得力助手。how can that be possible?然而，只有这样才能解释最近发生的事件。要向法迪提供中情局内部的核心机密，谁还能比安妮·赫尔德更合适？ 他的手指飞速拨动着手机，得赶在莎拉雅登机之前警告她。但电话一接通就转到了语音信箱，她的手机已经关掉了。莎拉雅已登上飞机，她即将飞往华盛顿，飞往灾难。 他只好留了言，告诉她中情局里的内奸是安妮·赫尔德无疑。