The Bourne Ressurection

Chapter 2 : Shawn’s Flight
I awoke early in the morning ...a moment of panic of not knowing were I was ..then I realized I was in my parents bedroom ,I sat there reviewing what I had red in my fathers journal ,he had at first kidnaped my mother, it hat taken her days to realize that the man who kidnaped her “ Jason Bourne” was amnesic and running from people who were after him , thus lead to a long drown out confrontation in witch “Bourne” a.k.a David Webb aced off against the assassin Carlos The Jackal, the details were hazy but I gathered that most of the men who had tried to kill my father were sent or hired by the U.S. government , they had though Webb to have defected and so an unprepared “bourne” had to face off against the jackal and the U.S. ,
I then scanned for references of medusa ...I found something about a secret military group in the old notebook, murderers ,thieves, rapists had banded together in the jungles of Veit Nam under U.S. orders .my father who had a wife and children in Thailand joined this group to get back at the Vietnamese for one of their fighter planes had destroyed his house and killed his wife and children ,
I set the note book down and rubbed my temples I would have to leave and I didn’t want to stick around and answer questions from the police so I stood up as something fell out of my pocket I reached down to retrieve it realizing it was the old key in dads desk I started to stand and bumped my head on the dresser, I grabbed my head and rubbed tendtender spot then I noticed th lower left drawer had a locking mechanism and it was the only one with it so I tried to open it finding it locked, I tried the old key and turned it hearing a click , I pulled open the drawer and gasped , inside was an Uzi, a small pistol, and a small knife with a four inch long blade ..the Uzi was dismantled ,...I snatched a duffel back up from the closet and put the guns in there I stuck the knife in my inner coat pocket and ran to my room to load up clothes,
I stuck the bag in the passenger seat of my car and drove to the bank I had control of a small trust fund since I was 18 , I went into the bank and walked up to the counter ,so much for bank security as my knife did not seat off the alarm, a young blond teller approached
“Ahh hello mister Webb” he said brightly ,I guess that happen when you live in a small town people learn your face ...either that or they made damn sure to memorize peoples faces whom had large sums of money in the bank , “hello ..Richard ..” I said after reading the name tag “ I need to make a withdraw” I said I maybe sounded a little anxious as I wanted the get the fuck outta dodge as my late father was fond of saying ,
“certainly sir how much”
“All of it” I watched his eyes grow wide “look im closing out my account get the paper work ready ...” he shuffleoundound about his work as I paced over by the water cooler ..I wondered how long it would be before someone realized my parents were dead ...they kept to them selves. I signed the paper work and carried the money out in a grocery bag I tossed the bag into the duffel and sped off for the boat docks...I had stopped and sat in the car reading outside the docks , I had learned from reading the journal that “Bourne” was famous in Asia, china especially ....so to find out who wanted my father deawoulwould have to go to china , I found a suitable vessel with an all Chinese crew I offered them $500 U.S. witch was somewhere in the neighborhood of 1,500 yen. And thus my journey to Kowloon Bay began.......