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The Bourne Amenity

Chapter#1

They were robotic: precise,
mathematical and cold. At a glance they seemed aloof and even maybe withdrawn
but when you found yourself under their scrutiny, requiring answers of them and
addressing issues that most would find inappropriate you realized they were
simply impregnable. Human beings whose sense of self was so beaten and twisted
that all remaining of their former selves was a hallow shell. Humanoid robots
of flesh, blood and bones whose only link to humanity was bodily needs and
function but whose eyes lead deep into a void. Like a machine whose lights
turned off after being powered down and whose �on� button was a text message, a
picture and one word: �TARGET�.

As Nikki watched the elite
assassin that sat opposite her, she wondered what could possibly be running
through his mind. What does one, whose soul purpose in life was to kill and to
be invisible, think when no mission was provided and he was simply left alone to
not exist. She was not envious of him and the fact that she would probably
never fully know or understand his thought processes.

She was also very scared. She
was always scared when their monthly check ups were required. But of all the
mindless, soulless agents she liked Jason Bourne the most. He was quiet in his
manner like the others, but unlike the others he didn�t radiate a sense of
imminent death when he entered the room. His presence was dark and warning, but
never threatening. His eyes didn�t glow with bloodlust and his mental
evaluations never indicated an obsession with his kill missions. The fact that Nikki thought he was probably the most physically appealing
man she had ever seen may or may not have influenced
her opinion of him. Setting down the Dictaphone beside her and pressing the
bright red button to record their encounter. She took a deep breath to calm her
nerves and started the routing check up.

�Code in: Nikki Parson. Everest.�

�Jason Bourne. Avalon.�

�Have you anything to report?�

�Negative.�

Nikki glanced down at the
questions listed on the paper before her. She had done this so many times since
she had been hired by Conklin during her graduating year at Harvard but she
never could never quite get used it. She could never get used to having perfect
deadly strangers reveal their deepest darkest and sometimes intimate secrets to
her. Most who did have sexual relations were rough
with the women at best and violent at their worst. Their escapades had left the
agency with so many angry women that they were forced to provide their assets
with��specialized services�. Licking her lips, Nikki glanced up at Jason Bourne, he had never seemed to require services. In fact,
according to his mental evaluations, as well as Nikki�s own observations, he
didn�t even seem to show interest in the act. Although she sometimes felt a
pang of pity and loss for him, she was also quite relieved. She was well enough
informed to know that the �kill squad agents� (as Conklin referred to them)
were prone to unpredictable bursts of violence as well as chronic migraines and
paranoia brought on by training. She was also very well aware of the danger
that put her in when questioning them. Shifting in her seat she looked back up
at the assassin who seemed to be unaffected by what he undoubtedly new was
coming. Nikki exhaled silently through her mouth and began her interrogation.

�Have you experienced any
paranoia attacks since your last Code in.�

�Negative.�

��What are your sleeping
patterns like?�

�Irregular.�

�When you sleep, what�s the
longest you sleep for?�

�Forty-two minutes.�

�Does your concentration
suffer?�

�Only if I�m
not on a kill mission.�

Nikki�s sharp intake of breath
was so loud to her she almost jumped. Shifting slightly, she glanced up at the
sky blue voids and was unsurprised to see that they were unaffected by her
reaction. He simply sat and watched her, his eyes as piercing as daggers while
his demeanor remained unchanged. Clearing her throat she continued, trying to
keep the rising tide of fear out of her voice.

��Uh... D-Do you get
nightmares?�

��

Surprised at the silence that
followed her question she looked up and examined his face again. Noting that
though his demeanor was unchanged; his eyes were no longer voids. They were
deep dark blue pools of misty anger. Shifting again Nikki was afraid to go any
further but she knew she had to try.

�B-Bourne?� she pressed.

�Affirmative.� His voice didn�t betray his mood swing, only his
unblinking eyes bearing down on her gave it away.

�What are they about?� she
tried.

��I can�t remember- It�s the
same dream every time.� His voice was like a winter wind and she knew she was
walking on a very thin layer of ice with nothing but endless abyss beneath.

�If you can�t remember what
makes you so sure it�s the same dream?�

��I don�t know.�

His answer was just short of a
bark. She looked back up into his eyes, and saw something in them that she had
never seen there before� She couldn�t quite place what it was but it was an
unfamiliar expression that brought the voids to life and though it seemed out
of place on him and completely threatening, it also made his mechanical
demeanor a little more fluid.

Nikki decided that although
whatever was bringing the kill squad agent�s eyes to life was making him seem
more attainable, she also decided that being attainable meant having a temper
and quite frankly she was afraid to have him decide that she was his next
target.

Sitting back in her chair, she
licked her lips; trying to think of a way to tame the tempest that seemed to be
whirling behind his eyes. She noticed his breathing begin to hitch and his arms
begin to clench. God! He�s unbelievably beautiful She
thought Yeah�and unbelievably unstable! Her mind added quietly. She was in
serious danger, and she wanted to run but her training at Langley kicked in. Running is a bad idea,
he�s a trained killer, and he�s used to the chase. I have to calm him down.
Find safe ground, unthreatening ground. Find something that might throw him off
enough to calm him down but not enough to confuse him...something simple.

He was watching her hard, the
muscles in his jaw were clenched and beads of sweat started to glisten on his
forehead and drench his sleeves. He was watching her. His eyes were narrowed in
concentration�Watching�watching�watching... His muscles clenching and
unclenching, waiting patiently like a predator waiting for its prey to come out
of its burrow. Like he just need for her to take that one
step in the wrong direction. Nikki shifted, he didn�t blink. I wonder if
he would look like that before we fu- Nikki stop it.
He�s a KILLER for crying out loud. He�s looking at you like that because he
wants to SNAP YOUR NECK!

Suddenly she smiled at him,
leaned forward and putting her hands on the desk she asked: �Did you want
something to drink? Or maybe I could open the window. Your
sweating like you�ve been put in a furnace.�

He blinked at her, once: the
anger in his eyes dulled. Twice: his muscles unclenched for the final time.
Three times: he exhaled silently and answered in calm and uncharacteristically
gentle voice �Affirmative. Water�Just water.�

�Okay. Just give me a second.�
She left and came back quickly bringing a jug of water and two glasses. Putting
them on the desk she filled them both up. She sat and took a sip, watching him
drain the glass, only to refill it and drain it again. She watched him close
his eyes and rub his temples then the bridge of his nose. Nikki decided the
coast was clear.

�Migraine?�

�Y-Affirmative.�

Did he almost say �yes�? she thought as she wrote down a reminder to ask the doctors
at Langley to
send some her regularly required special meds.

�You need pain killers� she
stated �I�ll let headquarters know. They should send some pretty soon.�

He nodded carefully placing
his right palm on his temple; his left hand was clenched in a fist hidden away
from her view on his knee.

He needs a break�I think I�ve
pushed him enough for today. Anymore and I might end up missing�

�You look tiered Bourne. You
should go home and take a rest.�

He stared at her as if he was
having a hard time understanding the shift in routine. After the mental
evaluation there was always a physical one. When he didn�t move, she smiled
�Aren�t you tiered?�

�Affirmative�but the contact
objective is incomplete.�

She smiled again �I'm still
going to be here tomorrow. We can finish this then. Go home.�

He stared for a little while
longer then he got up without a word and walked out.

When she heard the door close,
she took a deep breath and sighed in relief: she�d survived another encounter.
Cheated death one more time- she laughed out loud and it soon broke into
hysterics. All the while remembering what those eyes had looked like. Then she
realized what had made those eyes more attainable: there had been an expression
of emotion present in him that she had never seen before. There had been a
human being behind those eyes- an angry, unhappy, unstable man behind those
eyes.

Nikki sobered a little as she
thought this over�Ah�the possibilities�the probabilities�The danger! Her mind
reminded her once again. Nikki rubbed her forehead. No Nikki! No! He�s an
assassin! The Assassin..

...to be continued... (DUH)
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