This was up pretty fast right? I mean, not like superhero fast, but hey! I'm only human (I think...). Yet again, it's rather short but not as short as the last chapter! I did have a little trouble figuring out what to do in this chapter so I hope everyone approves!

diavoloduchessa: I truly must thank you! You've reviewed the most out of anyone I believe and I really enjoy getting reviews! So thank you! I did want people to imagine Linus face palming himself at the end of the last chapter. Glad you think I'm portraying the characters right, always nervous about that. Lastly, I like Basher a lot too! He's sooo funny!

fierce hatred: I'm glad your name is being used to describe how you feel about the story! Glad you enjoy it so much! I was surprised no one else had done something like this as well. Though Agent Malkere did a good oneshot partially crossover called Familiar Stranger, you should check it out (no, I don't know that author personally so I'm not trying to promote because they asked me too, I just like the story!)

Disclaimer: I do not own anything recognizable that is recognized as belonging to someone else.

So, as I mentioned earlier, I had a little trouble writing this chapter, see I knew what I wanted to happen in the end and I knew I had to do at least one thing but getting the filling of the sandwich was irritatingly hard! But still, here's the chapter! Hope it's still up to standards!

Previously…

"You're JASON FUCKIN' BOURNE?"

Linus sighed, "Oh Lord, here we go again."

Bait, Answers and Clichés

"Yeah, we didn't see that coming…" Virgil was the one who said this, as all eight newly informed men stared in shock.

Linus rolled his eyes, "Yeah, I kinda made sure you couldn't figure it out on purpose. You think I want that advertised?"

The only response was the silence as the guys continued to stare and, in a move quite similar to their two other friends whom were recently informed, imitate fish.

"I really wish I had remembered my video camera." Nicky laughed as she stood up, wiping her hand on a towel.

Linus, not really paying attention, muttered, "Your phone can take videos, Nicky."

"Not like my camer-"Not like my camer-where the hell do you think you're going?" Nicky glared as Linus started to get up.

"Outside."

"How about not!" Nicky blocked the doorway, "You're not gonna play bait!"

"W-wo-wouldn't that be a bad i-id-idea? I m-m-mean you're hurt and a-al-alone so wouldn't that give whoever is trying to k-ki-kill us a perfect o-op-opening?"

Everyone (having recovered from their shock, at least for now) turned towards Livingstone in surprise, out of all of them he seemed the least likely to figure out any tactical plans.

"Livingstone's right, kid," the nickname didn't really fit anymore, but hell; he was still the 'rookie' of the team.

"Fishing usually ends…"

"…badly for the bait."

Linus smiled at everyone's worry, "First, I'm not planning on playing bait. Second, Paz is less than two minutes away. Lastly, relax, I know what I'm doing." With that he slipped out the door and disappeared from everyone's view.

Nicky sighed, "That's exactly what I'm worried about."

"What the hell is Paz?" Nicky, Danny and Rusty glanced over at Frank, amusement crossing their faces.

Nicky answered, "Not a what, a who."

"Okay, then who the hell is Paz?"

"He, uh, worked with Jason on the Treadstone thing. Well, Jason was kinda like a mentor to Paz. The two work together pretty well."

The explanation seemed to be acceptable because Yen started speaking rapid fire Chinese at Nicky. Rusty got ready to translate, but stopped when the young woman responded just as fast in fluid Chinese.

Saul, not surprised that Nicky spoke Chinese (she worked for the CIA, of course she did!), glanced warily at the unconscious Russians, "Shouldn't we be trying to figure out who's trying to kill us thins time?"

There were, in response, seven nods and three knowing expression, which, of course, did not go unnoticed.

"You know who hired them?" Reuben crossed his arms waiting for an answer.

"Maybe we should talk about this tomorrow…" Nicky glanced around at the destroyed hotel room, it had been a long night.

"Okay!" Basher glanced at the clock, which currently read 11:59 pm. A few seconds later it changed to 12, "It's tomorrow, not tell us who the bloody hell is trying to kill us!

"Who else would be out to kill all of us?"

"Bank." The statement could not have been more in-sync if it had been practiced.

"I don't mean to interrupt," the sudden voice caused everyone to whip around towards the door, "But I do believe I heard my name."

Standing in the doorway, flanked by four burly henchmen and, was, of course (because clichés are clichés for a reason), none other than Willy Bank.

Yep! It's a cliffie! AGAIN! Dontchya just love them? Aren't the great? Sorry for the 'saw-this-coming' moment at the end but hey, what can I see, if you saw it coming it's probably a good idea! Right? It was a good idea, right? Y'all tell me if it wasn't wont ya? Please? All you have to do it press review and type!

Until next time

Kebakira
QK (sideways ninja!)