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Hey guyz. The latest update is here!! Chapter 3 is about � way
done. This story just might end up being 4-5 chapters long cuz I don�t think I can
finish it in three. Lol Enjoy! Bye for now!!

A.N: This is Jason Bourne speaking.
�� This is whatever is left of David
Webb speaking. It could also be Nikki�s thoughts depending on whose point of
view the story is being told from.

Chapter#2

He�d been spoiling for a fight, a
target, for the past few days. The endless sleepless nights and the nightmarish
flashes of memories best forgotten kept him on edge. The headache was there
constantly, throbbing right in his temples like shards of deadly cold ice
pressing into his skull. The glare of the streetlights weren�t helping, making
his eyes hurt and his muscles flex. He needed a target, something he could
concentrate on, something he could dedicate his pain to.� Something he could
suffer for, something he could achieve that would make it all better. Something
he could complete to take away the feeling of existing to suffer. He was
walking toward the contact operative�s base. Nikki Parson�s base a voice
reminded him. Jason Bourne blinked at the reminder. He more and more frequently
heard that voice in his mind. It was a voice that often confused him because it
sounded like him, sounded like his own internal voice and yet he knew it was
not. That was not Jason Bourne that was another him� A man he may have been,
but was no more. A man that seemed to be buried deep inside him, an intruder
that sometimes gave off strange emotions like fear, hurt, pain, remorse and
other emotions that made his heart flutter and certain parts of his body come
to life; parts of his body that caused him more stress then relief. A man he
had been told to forget, who had almost been forgotten but who still clutched
stubbornly onto existence. He was a stranger�an intruder in his mind like a spy
or a voice implanted in his head by enemy- STOP!! His mind
screamed out. Bourne stopped in his tracks, that was his mind: commanding,
strong, deadly.
Paranoia, she said that the assets
all get paranoid. It�s no spy. It�s a fault in your training that needs to be overridden!
An unacceptable weakness that hinders, but not a spy. Nikky my link
to sanity� Bourne shifted his head, placing the palm of his right hand on
his temple, the headache was getting worse. Focus soldier! My
head hurts�Focus! There is something wrong. There is something wrong! I
don�t want to do th-This unacceptable soldier! �Immediate action required!
Jason Bourne looked up and began walking, his body moving more because of
his intense training rather then will. Checking the side view mirror of a car
he passed by, he caught a glimpse of a man behind him. The unknown male walked
at what would be considered a safe distance, and his footsteps were silent but
the killer, Jason Bourne, didn�t need to hear footsteps. He felt eyes on him
like they were sharp pointers digging into his skin. He kept his pace constant,
when he reached a connecting alleyway he turned down it casually. Then glancing
around, he found and stepped into a slightly sheltered area beside a dumpster
that provided enough cover in the already dark night, for him to be invisible.
Bourne crouched and waited, his muscles tensing as the anticipation rose. His
headache started moving to the background as his programming took over: what
was pain when a whole country was depending on you for their survival?

She had dreamed of him, of what it
might be like to have his body pressing inside of her. To have his muscular
chest rub against her nipples while he- the bell rang and Nikki almost jumped
out of her skin. Glancing at the clock she muttered �Like clockwork.� She
rushed to the door pausing only a moment to straighten her clothes and
rearrange her hair. He wouldn�t even notice anyway. Not unless I needed to
be disposed of or killed or something...Her mind whispered mockingly. It�s
true! Nikki sighed. It was true, reaching over Nikki flung the door open
and barely caught a blur of movement as something rushed with lightning speed
toward her face.

Now! Bourne kicked
out, catching the unknown male in his right ankle just as he turned the corner.
Bourne heard a crunch, as the target fell to the ground. He�d shattered the ankle,
the target was no longer mobile. The target was curling over, gripping his
ankle, strangled sounds seeping into the air around them. As the target lay
squirming on the floor, Bourne got a chance to better look him over. He was of
a slender build and his cloths were in rags, he stank of sweat, piss and
unwashed bodies. Something isn�t right. This man isn�t a covert enemy
asset, this is a homeless person. ��Please don�t hurt me mister! Please
don�t hurt me!� Bourne frowned, still, something wasn�t right. This man is
weak, starving and not even half my size; he wouldn�t take the risk of
attacking a grown male without a good reason�He was highered. Somebody highered
him. ��Who do you work for?!� Bourne demanded gripping onto the man�s
neck. The man struggled �Please don�t kill me sir. I was just doing what he
told me too. He told me you walk down this street. � He told him I walk
down this street. No one�s been trailing me� There has been a leak at
headquarters. �He said they just wanted your wallet. That he�d pay me
cash-� �He� there was just one of them. An operative. There was no point
in asking who the operative was. The man wouldn�t know. ��I dunno sir,
he just said your wallet! Your wallet!� Anyone who could turn someone at
headquarters would know I couldn�t be terminated by an untrained higher� They
would also know my wallet�s content is just a legend(1)�Why would he- HE�S
STALLING ME! Nikki! He�s after Nikki! Bourne was about the break
into a run Finish the job! Terminate him. �But-He�s
expendable. He�s compromising your status! Tie off all loose ends! �Bourne
reached into his pocket and pulled out a single black leather glove slipping it
on he reached down and pulled out a knife. The man was crying now his words
incoherent. No-Do it soldier. This is not a drill. This is real. You
can�t fail your country. Bourne plunged the knife down with military
precision and the alleyway was silent as the grave.

She cringed, instinctively raising
her arms to provide herself with some form of protection. The dark figure
reached through her defenses and a loud thud echoed around her. She felt
nothing, but her body stumbled back, twisted and fell face first into the
floor. Her ears began to ring, and lights exploded in front of her eyes. She
heard another thump and she felt herself slide along the floor.� She felt
herself begin to move, and her mind to protest against a darkness that began to
call to her. She was moving awkwardly, her limbs dragging and flopping around
like she had been thrown in a large puddle of mud.� Her eyes were open but she
saw nothing but bright flashes of light and dark shadows. Something tightened
around her ankles, she tried to kick back at it, but her whole world was
spinning and all she could manage was a weak jerk of her legs. She tried to
scream but only a chocked sob escaped her suddenly parched lips. Her breathing
was irregular, jagged. Her head was pulled back again, and this time, when her
skull hit the wooden floor she felt the pain that exploded in her head and
welcomed the darkness that followed it.

Bourne stopped at the closed door
and instinctively knew that he was already too late. The flower bed leading to
the doorway was trampled, some of its soil spilling from the bed onto the path
leading to the entrance. Flower pots that had been meticulously placed at the
door were now in a shifted, awkward position. The differences were slight and,
to any untrained eye, would have passed off as the work of a stray dog and
would have caused no alarm.To Bourne the differences were enough to send alarm
bells ringing in his head: he was too late. The door was ajar and a dim light
shimmered between it and the frame and the floor board. Pressing his hand
behind his black coat he reached into his pants and pulled out his gun, he
didn�t think he�d need it though. The house was too quiet; the mission had
already been completed. He was too late. His body was thrumming with adrenaline
as he pulled back the safety lock and carefully opened the door.� He kept a
safe distance from the open doorway, scanning it quickly to make sure it was
safe before entering and checking each room for intruders. Correct to his
suspicions everyone was gone, including Nikki. Making his way back to the door
his eyes scanned the room looking for clues of what might have happened. His
trained and experienced mind came up with the answers straight away. The attack
had begun at the doorway. She had been hit at just the right angle to put her
in a daze if not to knock her out completely. She had fallen down and slid back
pushing the carpet back with her. There was a blood stain on the floor, she had
banged her head- or her head had been banged against the floor. �She wasn�t
able to put up much of a fight: there were no signs of a struggle.
Jason kneeled by the puddle and
dipped his hand in the blood, her had had been banged against the floor. She
had fallen further behind him. She was probably struggling to get up and he
banged her head against the floor to knock her out� He�d smashed her head into
the floor. There was a lot of blood. She�ll bleed a lot. Even the
smallest head wounds gush pints upon pints of blood. He knew it was true,
but he couldn�t help seeing her in his minds eye, seeing her like a killer
would see her. She would be laying there, her body in shock, her mind a haze
trying to recover. She would struggle to move, unable to fight and bleeding.
His mind showed all the ways she could be killed and disposed of; all the ways
she could just disappear; all the ways he would have done it. He felt a heat
rush right through him, an agonizing, infuriating heat. He had LIKED her, she
always helped. Was the only one to help him. The idea that it was her
job never occurred to him. He could only feel the growing rage begin to boil in
him. She was HIS. How dare somebody take her from him! Clenching and
unclenching his fists Jason turned and exited the apartment.� His killer
instinct had risen and he would be unable to vent it. He needed to report to
headquarters. They needed to DO SOMETHING. They needed to get her back. They
needed to bring her back to him. They would. Or he would do it himself� With or
without their approval.�

**********

The phone rang once before a female
voice answered: �Code in.�

�Jason Bourne. Avalon.�

�Bourne, have you anything to report?�

�Contact operative miss-located. Headquarters is leaking.
Location and status compromised. Requesting instructions.� There was a brief
silence at the other end of the line, and then he recognized the change in
sound as he was put on speaker phone.

�Wetwork(2) required. Contact operative expendable. Seek
& destroy. New location: Geneva, Switzerland. Remain on stand-by do not
execute. Home base will contact you with further information in 24 hours. Copy?�

�Copy.�

The line went dead, Bourne hung up. He�d recognized
Conklin�s voice immediately. His heart was racing the words �Contact operative
expendable� echoing in his head like a broken record. Mocking him.
�� Bourne was sitting at his office desk staring at
the wall. �Location Geneva, Switzerland.� He heard himself whisper. �Conklin
had known about the danger. That�s how he knew the target�s base. He�d known
there was a leak and that I was in danger. That Nikki was in danger.
�The rage came bubbling to the surface. What game are they playing? Why
would they-Why? You do not get to ask �why�, soldier! Seek & Destroy
that is your mission. Failure is unacceptable. Seek and destroy at all costs.
�� Bourne looked down at his
hands. They were trembling. �Seek & destroy�� His hands began to quake as
he saw her face in front of him, her eyes glazed over, leading into a void like
so many other women and men he�d terminated.� �At all costs�� He closed his
eyes as if to block the image out, clenching his fists he murmured �Ok.�

(1) supposed to be CIA speak for
fake identity
(2) supposed to be CIA speak for
assassination
How true the above is I don�t know, but I did a little
research and that�s what I found. Review please!! I would really appreciate
it!! Thx!
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