Chapter 2

Maharashtra, India

Four days later…

Smiling casually at the man taking care of the vendor, Marta held the simple blue jeweled necklace in the palm of her hand before holding it up to her neck. She turned around and glanced in the mirror. "You like that?" A voice said behind her, startling her slightly. She could feel the breath of the person behind her, against her neck.

"Yeah, I do. It's simple." She answered turning her head to face the man standing behind her. "What do you think Aaron?"

Aaron surveyed her and the necklace before nodding softly and smiling. "It's alright. It looks good on you."

She gave a soft giggle before kissing him lightly on the cheek and turning to the man at the vendor.

"I think I'll buy this one." She said and the man glanced at Aaron.

"Are you two…" The man paused as he spotted the wedding ring on Marta's finger and the elaborate henna designs on her hand and Aaron's.

Aaron could tell this man had been born and raised in India due to the man's voice, which was thick with an Indian accent.

Marta nodded slightly. "Yeah…we're here on our honeymoon."

At that the man's eyes widened.

Of course…it was a lie…sort of a lie…but it was true that Aaron had just proposed to her about a week ago in Exuma, Bahamas.

"Oh," he gasped. "Then I shouldn't charge you anything thing then."

"No that's…okay…you don't need to be so kind." Marta said, her fingers fumbling for her wallet which was stowed inside her small messenger bag she had.

While the two seemed to have a gentle quarrel over paying and not paying, Aaron's eyes were suddenly drawn to the mirror and his eyes narrowed.

"Thank you." Marta said, meeting the man's eyes, and smiling sweetly.

"It is my treat. Congratulations." The man smiled before tending to another customer.

Aaron stood there…his eyes pinned on the mirror, his grey eyes narrowed and his whole body suddenly tense like a cat's.

"Aaron?" Marta questioned, letting her eyes rest on his tense form. "What's wrong?"

She placed a gentle hand on his shoulder and looked at the mirror. Her eyes widened as she saw what he was looking at. There was a man dressed in black heading in their general direction.

"Shit," Aaron cursed slightly before quickly grabbing Marta's hand and ducking through the different vendors.

The man was clearly following them and Aaron had to move fast. He continued to run Marta through the various vendors before stopping after 18 vendors and ducking into a small alleyway, grasping Marta's hand.

"Is he still following us?" Aaron questioned quietly and Marta quickly glanced outside of her alleyway.

"Yeah," Marta answered as she looked back at Aaron. "He is."

"How far?" Aaron asked as he glances towards fork in alleyway.

"Uh…enough time for us to run for it."

Aaron nodded before taking Marta's hand again and running with her through the left alleyway.

"How'd you know this is the correct way?" She suddenly questioned as he quickly turned left.

"I take these short cuts when I go for a run every morning." He simply replied and she chuckled softly.

"I never noticed that you leave the bed…the warmth is still there."

Aaron let out a soft laugh as he ran, the wind blowing through his hair. Their footsteps were soft as then turned the corner into another system to alleyways and onto the other side.

Marta stepped back as a crowd of people pass by them, completely unaware that they are there. "This way." Aaron said letting go of Marta's hand and pointing in the direction that they needed to go next. She nodded before following Aaron's direction to down the street. She knew where she was going now. He followed her close behind before following her up the steps and into the small rented condo. She unlocked the door with the key before stepping inside.

At the sound of a gun cocking and in a split second, Aaron slipped into the door and shut the it before standing in front of Marta, his eyes narrowed at the man standing before them.

The man's dark blue eyes are narrowed at the sight of the other man and his grip on the raised gun tightens, his fingers curled around the trigger. Aaron narrowed his grey eyes before quickly snatching the gun, ripping the gun out of his hands, and dismantling the weapon. The gun pieces clattered to the floor and the two men stared at each other for a moment.

"J-Jason Bourne?" Aaron questioned, his tone low and even.

"How the hell do you know me?"

Aaron relaxed slightly before Marta gently took his hand and Aaron glanced at her, their eyes meeting.

"Yeah, I know." Aaron answered at a whisper.

"Answer me!" Jason's voice sounded and Aaron turned his attention back upon Jason.

"I'm Aaron Cross. I am a victim of the experimentation of a program similar to Treadstone. And this," Aaron said as Marta took a step forward. "Is Dr. Marta Shearing. She used to do my blood work while I was in the program."

"What program?"

"The program I was enrolled in was called Outcome and it was an upgraded version of Treadstone," Aaron explained, choosing his words carefully. "The agents were faster and smarter than the Treadstone agents. However, after you escaped Treadstone, Outcome began shutting down in fear that the program would be discovered and revealed to the world. I escaped several assassination attempts with her." Aaron glanced at Marta who nods softly at the Treadstone agent.

"It's a pleasure to finally meet you." Marta said, her tone even. "We've heard a lot about you."

Aaron smiled softly at Marta before brushing a strand of hair out of her face with his left hand, revealing the slightly fading henna designs on the back of his hand and the front of his grasped his hand as he lowered with, revealing her own henna designs that matched his.

Jason breathed deeply before walking into the kitchen to grab a bottle of water.