Unknown's POV
The strange brown haired man stood watching him. Something about him touched at his mind. Almost a memory without actually remembering.
The man had called him David. A name nothing more. Not one that brought forth any memories for him. There wasn't even any sense of recognition.
He wished he remembered something. Anything about his past. Washburn said it would come with time. It seemed patience was not his strong suit.
The younger doctor said moving slowly closer to him," David."
The man without an identity eyes shot towards the doctor. Washburn had earned his grudging trust. So he was allowed near him. However this unknown doctor did not.
Something in his eyes must have shown what he thinking. Mo as Washburn called him stepped back.
Washburn chided as if he was a small child," There is no reason to act like that. He's an old friend of mine before I was kicked out of the hospital."
He replied coldly eyeing the other doctor," I trust you. I do not trust this unknown doctor."
Washburn said rubbing between his eyes," Well this is doctor Morris Panov. He is a leading psychiatrist back in the states. Even the assholes at the state department use him."
Something in his mind stirred. Almost like a memory. When he tried to grasp at it, it slipped through his fingers. Instead he earned pain behind his eyes. He pushed the heel of his hand into his eyes trying to allievate the pain.
Washburn asked softly though it sounded like a shout to his ears," What's wrong? What do you remember?"
He shook his head only to regret it. It made the pain a hundred times worse. Trying to focus on his breathing he felt something cool pressed into his hand. Not daring to open his eyes he brought it to rest against his forehead. Definitely some kind of drink. If It was brandy he was going to yell at Washburn later.
A gentle hand touched his neck. That caused him to flinch back and open his eyes. Panov stood before him his hazel eyes watching him. For reasons he couldn't explain his body unconsciously relaxed.
His grey eyes looked into the hazel ones and said," You know about my past. You know what I can't remember."
Panov said nodding," I was your doctor. While I learned a lot about you I only knew you for three months. Then you disappeared. We have been searching for you ever since."
No one thought to look for him out here. He wouldn't have thought to look for him out here. That was certain. Panov's words clicked. He has said we. That meant there was others. People who knew who he was.
He asked trying to keep the hope out of his voice," Who am I?"
For a moment the doctor just stared at him. Then he said," You might want to get comfortable. I only know part of the story. I didn't have the clearance for the rest of it. Even the part that I know is long."
Washburn went to get two chairs and drinks. Panov for his part only took water. Which is what the man without an identity held in his hand. Something told him that this wasn't the doctor's first go around with his issues.
Questions swirled around in his confused mind. Why did he need a psychiatrist? What kind of work did he do that required a clearance level for the doctor?
Once both doctors had settled Panov looked pensive. Washburn had a scotch in one hand his notebook in the other. The notebook held everything that had been done by the doctor. Or had been said by him while he was in a coma.
Finally Panov broke the silence," It should be noted I have only known you for three months before you disappeared. I was brought onto a CIA operation to evaluate an asset. Said asset had been apart of a previous operation with a 4-0 clearance. Something I was not allowed to know about. 4-0 is CIA talk for this will never see the light of day. I was asked to talk with a man who took on an entire separate identity for this operation. That asset was you. You were introduced to me as David Webb third son of the Webb family."
David Webb. The name didn't spark anything inside him. 4-0 clearance however brought up names. Medusa. Alpha, Bravo, Charlie, Delta, Echo, Foxtrot. It caused more pain in his head. This time by the wound in his head. As much as he wanted to press his hand into it he could. Not with the risk of messing up the stitches. Washburn would kill him if he did that.
Panov asked his voice soft and soothing," What are you remembering, David?"
The man called David said his own tone matching Panov's soft tones," Names that mean nothing. No faces or pictures. Alpha, Bravo, Charlie, Delta, Echo, Foxtrot, Gamma."
Panov said his voice slightly tense," Medusa."
:How? How did the doctor know without him saying it?: his mind screamed. He said nothing though.
Instead he opened his eyes to see the doctor rubbing his eyes. Then the doctor said," It was about six years ago now. A group of men and women came back from overseas. Each had a number of psychological problems. I and several other doctors spent weeks evaluating each of them. Then one disappeared before his evaluation. Delta of century team 12. Only his handler and trainer knew his real name. This made it impossible to find him. Now I understand why there wasn't a massive hunt for him."
David was this Delta. His handler knew one day he might need him. So he was allowed to roam free. He wondered who his handler was.
Panov said his composure returning," I was taken to a house by a lake somewhere in Maine. Two men were sitting in the kitchen reviewing a file. They were talking about kills. One was a dark haired man with blue eyes. The other was a dirty blond haired man with blue grey eyes. That man was you. It was the first time we met. Just like today you were wary of me."
So wariness of people was normal behavior for him. The words that the man had said were processed. He had been gone for almost six years. Where was he between then and when the doctor met him. From the sounds of it. Whatever operation that was being planned was just in the beginning stages.
He asked," What do you know about my time in between?"
"There isn't much anyone can tell you about the time when you disappeared. I do know that you were not with the Webb's. Nor are you originally a Webb. As for your true identity I'm not sure. I'm not even sure your handler or controls knew."
New information. No new thoughts or memories came with it. Only more questions.
Washburn said thoughtfully," He is an omega. We could send his DNA off to the American embassy and see if we get a hit. From there it would give us a name and possibly a family to work with."
David turned to look at the doctor. For his part Panov seemed contemplative. The idea wasn't a bad one. Then again what about whoever shot him. They could come after him again. What if they knew his true identity? So many things could go wrong with the plan. Then again it could answer so many questions.
Panov said with a nod," It is likely our only option. With your permission David I will contact your handler. This way he doesn't think you have gone rogue."
His voice unsteady he asked," Was I a threat in terms of going rogue?"
Panov shook his head. That was a relief. One that was short lived however.
Panov's answer chilled him to his core," Psychologically the biggest threat was not of turning. No, that wasn't even an issue. The issue was the fact you were more of a danger to yourself."
He had been suicidal. Could he have gone on a mission knowing he wouldn't come back? If so why?
Panov's POV
It had only taken a moment for Geoffrey to take blood from David. While his patient accepted that he knew him. There was no trust between them. In fact they seemed to be right back where they started more than four months ago.
Morris had worked tirelessly to gain what little trust he had. It wasn't much mind you. Just enough that David had begun to open up. The masks had cracked just a little. Without his memories David was back to the same suspicious man he had been.
Morris had avoided using the name that David had taken this time. While they were in Europe and not the Far East. It was still a well known name.
David Webb had taken up the name Jason Bourne. Someone feared throughout the Far East. Even the mention of the killer for hires name would send people running. According to the papers he would kill anyone for the right price.
Thankfully the real man was not doing such things. Instead he took credit for high profile killings. It was all in an effort to bring out the true target. The only one who would be killed in this whole charade. Carlos the Jackel.
The operation was called Treadstone 71. It was led by David Abbot, Alexander Conklin, Gordon Webb and a select few others that he never met. They had been working on it for years before calling David. Which was probably the only reason why he agreed.
The David Webb he met was a tired man. He did not look like someone that was on an assignment. Morris had seen unstable patients with life in them than David. He didn't like it then. He still didn't like it now.
Shaking his head he pulled out his phone and dialed the number for the state department. It only took two rings before he was given to an operator. From there he had to pay for an overseas call. Then he was patched through.
Once he got through to the State department receptionist he said," Alexander Conklin please."
Looking at his watch he noted that Alex should still be there. The man didn't typically leave until almost seven. Eight on a bad day. Though there was a chance he was at one of the Treadstone houses. Then he would have to wait until Alex got back and have him call.
After a moment the line began ringing. That was a good sign. It meant Alex was likely in.
A curt annoyed voice said cutting through his thoughts," Conklin."
Morris said looking back at the house," Alex..."
That was as far as he got before Alex asked," Mo, where the devil are you? Do you have any idea what your up and leaving did?"
Morris shook his head to himself. That was Alex's way of saying he had been worried. Though the old agent would never admit it.
His reply would no doubt be the cause for more work for the man," Alex I have found your missing man."
