Author's Note: So I'm doing the same thing with this as some others have done and I've done with Warriors Don't Cry. If you guess who sang the song that is the chapter title I'll put your name on my profile. Also I'll try to give you enough background on Shooter/Point of Impact and the Bourne Movies that you can read this without having to see/read them. I own nothing but my OCs
~Rumor Has It~
Shadows crept like liquid ink across the expanse of the city known as Washington DC, a preview of what was to come. Night gathered its cloak around the city but whether it was an attempt to protect the capitol city of the powerful Untied States from the horror it was about to face or if it was permission from some greater entity for the atrocity to take place none would ever know. That night Washington DC was wrapped in shadows of more than one kind as the darkest plot since Mission City took over the nation.
Unaware of the danger he was about to be in Secretary of State Anthony Hedges bid the president good night and left the oval office, shutting the door softly behind him. As he left the president behind the Secretary of State was unaware he was being watched. In the shadows of a smooth corner a broad shouldered man crouched, eyes watching Anthony Hedges' every move. There was a distinctive limp in his left leg as he followed the slightly infamous Secretary of State down the thick carpeted hall of the White House. That thick, expensive carpet helped muffle his footsteps but only slightly.
Hedges' heard something behind him and turned around only to be stunned by recognition. His eyes widened in horror when he saw the gun and he opened his mouth to yell for help but it was already too late. Two bullets punched into his skull, shattering it and spray blood and brains over the formerly pristine wall. All would have been perfect had a guard not been in the general area during his rounds. The guard heard the shots and radioed for help before drawing his gun and rounding the corner. He was doomed from the start as well when two more bullets punched into his chest but it was already too late for the killer. The sound of pounding footsteps echoed even down the thickly carpeted hallway.
The killer turned and fled, the limp sticking with him as he darted down the halls. He raced through the confines of the White House as one who was intimately familiar with its layout. The cameras tracked his every step as he left the White House behind and raced off into the blanket of night.
The following morning the television blared in the Washington DC NEST base. Every eye, holoform or human, was focused intently on the screen and the blonde reporter standing in front of the White House, one of the most easily recognized buildings in the United States. "Last night Secretary of State Anthony Hedges was murdered in the halls of the White House after leaving the president. Security footage shows the infamous assassin Jason Bourne murdering Hedges and a security guard before leaving the scene of the crime. The CIA is searching for Bourne as we speak."
"Thank you Ashley," the anchorwoman said when the view changed from the blonde to her. "And now for our weather report for today." Major William Lennox, assistant commander of the humans of NEST, flipped off the television and walked foreword to stand in front of it.
"Secretary of Defense John Keller has suggested that a team of Autobots assist with the investigation to help improve Autobot/human relations," he said without preamble. "Optimus has agreed that those who are not needed for this necessary evil will return to California with Epps and I and the rest of the men."
Optimus took over then saying, "Ironhide, Ratchet, Sideswipe, Jazz and I will join the investigation team. Mudflap, Skids, and Jolt will return to base." There was some complaining but Lennox quickly silenced them and led the team to return to California out of the hanger. Meanwhile Optimus led the others towards a mission that would change their lives.