The Jackal Page #2

- Yes, sir.

- Good morning.

- Good morning.

- Purpose of your visit to Canada?

- Steelhead.

Fishing.

Enjoy your stay, Mr. Hayslip.

Thank you. I will.

I'll give you a good deal on this minivan.

It's brand-new. It's fully loaded.

We've even got a six-disk CD changer.

I'll need your driver's license

and credit card.

I'll check this with the manager.

- Everything should be okay, Mr. Murdock.

- Make it Charlie.

- All right, Charlie. See you in a second.

- Take your time.

I want this op close-hold, no publicity.

Put a working group together:

State, CIA, Secret Service...

...Russian Embassy.

They'll have daily progress reports,

Major Koslova, anything else?

Since 1983, KGB provided funding

for five direct-action missions:

One bombing and four assassinations

by gunshot.

The Jackal was the operative used.

Not giving me much to work with, Preston.

We don't have much, sir.

Major Koslova's informers can't finger him.

They don't know who he is,

CIA can't track him.

Then what?

Using KGB files,

I've identified six operatives...

...we believe to have actually seen him.

Four are dead, one in Libya, but the last

is believed to be in the United States.

A Basque separatist

name Isabella Celia Zancona.

She might know what he looks like.

- But we have no idea of her whereabouts.

- Someone must.

Interpol says that in the '80s

she was involved with...

...Declan Joseph Mulqueen,

an IRA sharpshooter.

He burned out. They decided to get him

out of Ireland, shipped him here.

In '89, he picked up twice 25 years

for some old weapons trafficking charges.

He's serving time at a maximum-security

state pen in Massachusetts.

Say he does know where she is.

What makes you think he'll talk to you?

I'm hoping he'll cooperate

for a reduced sentence.

Don't promise too much.

After all, he's a terrorist.

You got some visitors, Mulqueen.

What do you want with Isabella?

She's done nothing here.

She entered the country illegally.

What? The FBI's sending

deputy directors out after illegal aliens?

Give over, Preston.

Who you really looking for?

A pro. Calls himself "The Jackal."

That fellow.

The mystery man.

We think she may be able

to help us find him.

If so, we'll arrange a pardon for her...

...signed by the President of the US.

And guarantee no extradition. We'd also

guarantee the Spanish government...

...will never know her whereabouts.

- They don't know now, do they?

And neither do you.

Let's keep it that way.

Would it matter that you might be

saving a human life?

And whose human life

would be important enough for all this?

Mr. Donald Brown, Director of the FBI.

Wouldn't that be droll?

We know that gang elements

in this prison want you dead.

The entire government

wants me dead, mister.

- Yet here I am.

- All right, smart ass, let's cut the bullshit.

You cooperate and we'll get you

transferred to a minimum-security facility.

That's our deal.

And that's your only chance

to walk out of this place in one piece.

That's a one-time offer.

Now take it or leave it.

Stuff it then,

as many f***ing times as you like.

Pardon the language. I've been in prison.

All right, what will it take

for you to help us?

First, I'd have to be convinced

Isabella would be kept safe.

Done.

Then you'd have to let me go.

Back to Ireland, a free man.

Out of the question.

Besides gunrunning, you're a known killer

of British government personnel.

And all the women

and children you've blown up.

It's not my war. I was never a bomber.

I don't see the distinction.

You still took human lives.

The distinction is I killed in a war.

Now I want to go home. Simple as that.

Simple for you, perhaps.

Even in Russia, soldiers go home

when the treaty's signed, nyet?

That's not gonna happen. Sorry.

All right, just the chance then.

Your best efforts to get me free.

I'll settle for your word on it.

Sorry.

So the Jackal's after your director, is he?

Tell him to get his affairs in order...

...because nobody can save him now.

Nobody except me. Because I met him.

Yeah, didn't I mention it?

I can identify him by his face,

given the opportunity...

...but more importantly, by his methods.

So you can leave Isabella out of this.

Did you work with him?

With him? No. No way.

Do you have a problem with this man?

That's between him and me.

Isabella Zancona

is the only confirmed contact we have...

...and we will find her.

With or without your help.

Okay.

I want three things.

One:
Get me out of here.

- I'm no use to you sitting here on my ass.

- What's to keep you from taking off?

Nothing.

Except I give you my word.

Two:
I go with you to meet Isabella.

Why?

I want to see her, is all.

And the third thing?

A decent razor.

Here's how it'll go, Mulqueen.

You will be searched on a random

schedule. If we turn up a paper clip...

...that hasn't been authorized, I'll send

you back. Same for using the phone.

- What? You don't trust me?

- As far as I can throw you.

But I have little choice.

If you've got any thoughts

about an IRA snatch...

...we'll shoot to kill, them and you.

And not necessarily in that order.

Understand?

I heard you.

Go along and we'll get along.

I'm gonna keep a real good eye on you.

Miss Koslova, is it?

What would your first name be then?

Major.

Major Koslova.

A wee bit rusty, that's all.

Subassembly of titanium,

as light as the stresses will allow.

The arm's got to traverse 270 degrees.

Feed and drive mechanisms

run on 210 amp servos.

The whole thing's has to run off 12-volt DC.

Yeah, it's a car battery. That's cool.

- How much weight is the arm supporting?

- Fifty-five kilograms.

It's a big f***er, yeah?

Hey, you want one?

No.

I'm gonna want this in eight days.

I can do that.

How much?

Well, the titanium's gonna be a problem.

It's a listed material up here.

It's gonna take time, a little more money.

$50,000?

I mean, like, $40,000.

All right. Half now, half on delivery.

This sucker's definitely

gonna kick some ass, yeah?

Get this straight.

When you finish this unit, you'll turn over

the plans and scrap material.

You'll forget about Charlie Murdock

and the tech specs on these plans.

Sh*t, man, I'm cool.

Relax.

All right.

Are you nervous?

Eight years. That's a lifetime, isn't it?

Hello.

- Mr. Decker, is it?

- Yes.

Hello there. I'm Declan Mulqueen.

This is Major Koslova.

- How do you do?

- Hi.

We'd like to speak to your wife.

Someone to see you.

I'll take the kids out back.

My beautiful Irish...

They let me out to ask you something.

Sir, I was thinking maybe we could

use the Zancona woman as insurance...

...in case Mulqueen gets happy feet.

- Listen...

...however he plays it, we play it straight.

Isabella Zancona's involvement

remains classified.

That means nothing in the report.

No name, no location, nothing. Got it?

Yes, sir.

I never knew his name,

but he was definitely American.

He had some kind

of special military training...

...where he learned Spanish,

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