LEGACY

CH: 14 - Search

When Jason arrived at the meeting place there was no sight of Marie at all. He looked around wondering where she was now? His eyes scanned the ground around the café location and still he found nothing at all that would associate that she was near by. Where was she, he wondered for he had nothing that might led him where she was now, and in his mind he was sure that the danger had struck her when he was not here to stop it before it happened. And he knew it well that without him, she was helpless to protect herself. Finally, he saw her approach from the opposite direction her eyes looked before her not behind her the way he had taught her to do in the case of the danger and she was walking toward him like she knew that he was there waiting for her to come.

Bourne immediately was at her side and grabbing her by the arm he led her away from the sight into the café toward the back tables where he could have the good view on the passing people. Once she was seated, he let go of her arm and forced her at to look directly at him. Marie dropped the paper that was new from this morning and at the front was the released picture of her looking out by the police of the Paris and the near towns. Without a word, Jason picked up the paper and gazed over the picture, but strangely enough the people seem not know that the woman on the picture was the same one that was seating across from him. For he had managed to change her hair just in the time so she was unknown to anyone who might knew her, but him alone. Finally she spoke her voice was shaking as she did so:

"I do not like this, Bourne. They are looking for me and to them I am like the criminal. Why this has to be so complicated to begin with?"

"You are with me, Marie and it is a matter of the time before all this police chase will turn in the search for you alone for they might think eventually that you had been kidnapped."

"That is it crazy, you know that well that I am not kidnapped at all." She was actually smiling at this thought.

"Your foster father was vice minister and you come from the high society and had been growing up with the silver spoon in your mouth, but now you're with me and the things might turn out different. Once this mess is cleared you must go and clear this kidnapping nonsense for the sake of us both."

"But what the people will think about this nonsense at all? They would not believe that I had returned for my own will for if they saying that this kidnapping is the truth then I need to find a way to proof that it is lie."

"We will deal with that later but now we must go and leave the hotel and keep moving from the country and being far away from the Paris is better for us and I know exactly the place where we can stay and be safe."

"Where?"

"I am taking you to the Zurich and it is it time for you to stay there for some time before this nonsense is it cleared for good. So you might be safe to return back to France with me or without me, but now you are staying with me for the safety sake."

CIA Headquarters

The case of the found body in the bathroom in the hotel had given the hints that it was not just a simple murder at all. For Pamela Landy she knew that it had hint only one man Jason Bourne. Once more she was aware that the assassin had returned once more in the daylight and she was sure he was doing this for has something dealing with his troubled past. She ran a hand over her loose blond strands and once again reopened the file that carried the personal information dealing with Bourne. More information had been added for the past two years and as the things carried on, he was married to the woman that he loved and they were happy together for some time, but something told her that behind all of this something was not right.

She had called him to apologize for the hell she had put him for the murder that he had not committed in the Berlin and since then she had not clue where he might be now. She had a strange feeling that he was still in the Paris once again. But why would he come back and what was the reason for it? Then the several pages from the local Parisian papers came to her when it described the disappearance of daughter of the late Vice Foreign Minister who was killed with his wife five years ago at his visit to New York.

As the paper had stated Miss Beaumont had not returned home since her work at Monday evening two weeks ago and the French authorities assume that she might be kidnapped. The real question was why would Bourne be a part of the kidnapping at all? The papers also said that the girl had left with unknown man that led her away into the unknown direction, and that who ever knew about the kidnapping. And where the girl might be there was a great reward who ever brings he alive and in the one piece with who ever was behind this act.

"What are you up to, Bourne?" she whispered but deiced to do all what was in her power to find the girl and she knew this will the last time she will cross her pathway with Bourne and this time it was for the personal matter.

She was lost in her thoughts when the door opened and the agent stepped in carrying another piece of the paper and placed before Pamela. She looked at the paper and then back at the agent.

"What is it the meaning of this?" she asked and the agent answered.

"Apparently Bourne seemed to have the daughter after all but it is nothing been known that she might be alive at all. And if she is then she might be at least in her early twenties around twenty-four."

"How do you think the daughter of the late French Minster is old?" she asked.

"It is assumed that she is in early twenties, why are you hitting at?"

"It seems that the missing girl is Bourne's daughter after all and he came to get her back only that this taking of her was assumed as the kidnapping. We are leaving for the Paris immediately I think we have the lead there that might lead us to Bourne and this nonsense of the kidnapping he did."

Pamela closed the case and took the file dealing with Bourne was something that she had not let go that easily. She knew that if she had to reopen the case dealing with Bourne and she had to do that right now. The meeting turned out to be boring one until she presented her case. The head projector displayed the several images dealing with the murder in the one of the hotels in the Paris.

"So far, the French police have no lead who did this, but for us it sure that this murder has to do with Jason Bourne."

"You have no lead," one of the senior stuff objected." There are no fingerprints, no murder weapon left behind."

"True," Pamela agreed," Bourne is it way too clever to leave the lead. Also, there is it one more thing for me to discuss about."

"Go on," the head of CIA spoke.

"I've received the news that the daughter of Vice Minster had disappeared few weeks ago. Beaumont's only daughter Marie supposed to return home after the work at Monday evening, but she never came home. Some witnesses say that she had walked away with unknown man into the night and never returned home. I suspect that Bourne might be involved in her disappearance."

"And how would you suspect that?"

"There has been rumor flying around that Bourne might have a daughter. If she is alive then she must be at least twenty-four now. The missing daughter of Vice Minister is the same age and if this is true then it means one thing that this girl is Bourne's daughter and that he had returned to take her home. Only this act caused to the French peopled to believe that this was the kidnapping. I may suggest you Sir, to allow me to go and truck Bourne down in the Paris. If he is there then the girl might be there as well."

"What if you are wrong and this kidnapping has nothing to do with the assuming daughter of Jason Bourne? How do you know that she might be his blood?" Again the senior agent demanded. "You have no DNA test result!"

"There is it the way to get it," Pamela spoke." There is it chance that the girl might be careless and leave something behind like body fluids such as the blood."

"That might work with someone else but not with Bourne. I mean he is way too careful to leave the prints behind. He might let you go freely before, but this time you might end up dead."

"I am ready to take that chances." Pamela answered back stubbornly.

"Alright, you have the month to get this done and get the girl back." The head of the CIA replied. "Dismissed."

Once back in the office Pamela gathered her things and after the hour, she was on the plane heading to France. Once more she was on the work to track Bourne down, and she was sure that she would find him this time. And if she was right then the girl was his descendant. One was already bad, but having another one was even worse trouble. She knew that she should not rush and she will find a proof that Bourne has the daughter.

But she was already too late for Bourne and the girl was already gone from the France to Zurich. One of the team members met Pamela at the airport and told her the bad news that Bourne was already left the country few hours ago and was not alone at all. The young woman has been going with him and her name was unknown. Some believed that she was his mistress, but Pamela knew they were way too wrong with that thought. If the girl was his daughter, then it meant one thing that she had to prove that she was his descendant. But where she had to look to find the clues?

Covert One Head Quarters- Fred Klein's Office

The phone rang in the low hum at the desk breaking the silence presented there in the office for very long hours. A hand reached out to pick up the receiver and answered after the second ring of the phone. A man of the medium height, dressed in a rumpled charcoal suit. He had the receding hairline; wire-rimmed glasses pushed up high on his long nose, and pale skin that had not seen the sun for any length of the time since summer. His name was Nathaniel Frederick Klein, but only close to him knew him as Fred Klein.

"Klein," he spoke and the voice at the other side of the line a female one spoke back.

"Sir, I have someone to see you, he said it is urgent." Klein frowned.

"Send who ever is in." and the line was broken as the knock came at the door of his office. "Come in."

The door slid open and unknown man stood before Klein with these words.

"It has been confirmed Sir, she had been found." And instantly Klein's face was pale like he as seeing the ghost." Your granddaughter has been found and she is more than alive and I am sure you want to know her name and that is Marie Helene Bourne."