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lask_1946 ([info]lask_1946) wrote,
@ 2010-12-04 09:38:00

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@@@@@One of them is in Dzerzhinsky Square‘Very
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in Dzerzhinsky Square‘Very high in the Komitet’ were Santos’s words, and believe me, he didn’t
think much of your superior
It was as if Dimitri Krupkin had been struck in the face by a director of the Politburo in the
middle of Red Square during a May Day paradeThe blood drained from his head, his skin taking
on the pallor of ash, his eyes steady, unblinking“What else did this Santos tell you? I have to
know!”
“Only that Carlos had a thing about Moscow, that he was making contact with people in high
placesIt was an obsession with himIf you can find that contact in Dzerzhinsky Square, it
would be a big leap forwardIn the meantime, all we’ve got is Dominique Lavier—”
“Damn, damn!” roared Krupkin, cutting off Jason“How insane, yet how perfectly logical!
You’ve answered several questions, MrBourne, and how they’ve burned into my mindSo many
times I’ve come so close—so many, so close—and always nothingWell, let me tell you,
gentlemen, the games of the devil are not restricted to those confined to hell
My God, I’ve been a pearl to be flushed from one oyster to another, always the bigger fool!
Make no more calls from that telephone!”
?? ?? ??
It was 3:30 in the afternoon, Moscow time, and the elderly man in the uniform of a Soviet army
officer walked as rapidly as his age permitted down the hallway on the fifth floor of KGB
headquarters in Dzerzhinsky SquareIt was a hot day, and as usual the air conditioning was only
barely and erratically adequate, so General Grigorie Rodchenko permitted himself a privilege of
rank: his collar was openIt did not stop the occasional rivulet of sweat from sliding in and out of
the crevices of his deeply lined face on its way down to his neck, but the absence of the tight, redbordered
band of cloth around his throat was a minor relief
He reached the bank of elevators, pressed the button and waited, gripping a key in his handThe
doors to his right opened, and he was pleased to see that there was no one insideIt was easier than
Robert Ludlum ?? THE BOURNE ULTIMATUM
330
having to order everyone out—at least, far less awkwardHe entered, inserted the key in the
uppermost lock-release above the panel, and again waited while the mechanism performed its
functionIt did so quickly, and the elevator shot directly down to the lowest underground levels of
the building
The doors opened and the general walked out, instantly aware of the pervasive silence that filled
the corridors both left and rightIn moments, that would change, he thoughtHe proceeded down
the left hallway to a large steel door with a metal sign riveted in the center
ENTRANCE FORBIDDEN
AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY
It was a foolish admonition, he thought, as he took out a thin plastic card from his pocket and
shoved it slowly, carefully, into a slot on the ri


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