LEGACY

CH: 16 – The Hunt Begins

"Who is Pamela?" Marie asked and the man looked at her as well only to reply back in the tight and cold voice.

"Someone that your kidnapper knows very well, right Bourne? Remarkable isn't it. She does resemble your wife Marie more than you ever aware of."

"Enough of this do not mock me!" Jason replied his eyes were cold that only assassin could possess and it would not take long for him to change his mind and shoot him right there on the spot. "Why is she here? Weare done with each other."

"That is it what you think Bourne, for she is not giving up on you so easily. You fascinate her with your life as the assassin and the way that you remain alive and impossible to catch. And I am sure that you are aware that you are not alone here in this game of cat and mouse. Someone is coming for you and he will hunt you down until you are dead. And as I am aware you know of whom I am talking about. He is watching you Bourne and he is setting a trap for you that is it only matter of the time before you realize that you are already fallen into it."

"What are you talking about?" he glared the man coldly but the man kept talking.

"Do you recall Paris and the mission few years ago and I am sure it will ring you a bell but I am not talking about that actually but about someone else, the one that was and still is your only enemy."

"Carlos, the Jackal? He is dead I had killed him few years ago." Bourne replied.

"What makes you so sure that you had killed him? The body was never found and he is still alive and very much kicking back and he is coming for you for once for all and take what you had tried to take from him the girl. Yes the girl the one and only descendant of the woman you once loved Iris. You had failed her that day you had let her die and you were not there to safe her for she is nothing more than the obstacle for you to complete your mission. You had failed her too and now you are will make the same mistake for the life of this girl is hanging on the thread and what happens when that thread breaks I am sure you know that answer. The hunt has began and it is already set up like it or not for the Jackal waits to taste your blood and finish with you with the pleasure he craves to see you dead once for all."

Turning back to Marie, Jason spoke in the quiet French so the man could not understand him at all and that was what he wanted to do.

"Stay here you are with him and if he tires to run away shoot him." He placed the spare gun into her hand." Do it only when you think it is absolutely necessary to do so do you understand?"

"Where are you going?" she asked as he put the coat on and took the bag that lied on the table and headed toward the door only to turn around as he heard her speaking the question to him.

"I have something to take care of and I will not be that long." And with that he walked out from room leaving Marie behind with the captive.

"I guess it leaves you and me then." The captive spoke and Marie gave him a dirty look saying.

"Will you shut up for once when on one is talking to you?"

Jason called for the taxi and headed in the direction that he was sure that Pamela was and he was ready once again to cross the path with her and this time it was very personal. Once on the rooftop he pulled the sniper out and was ready to shoot since he knew that which was the window of the office where Pamela was and without a second thought he reached his cell phone and called Pamela. Pamela picked up the phone and answered since she was not aware who was actually calling her at this moment.

"Pamela Landy." She answered quickly after the phone's second ring that she picked up instantly.

"This is Jason Bourne." He replied firmly keeping his close look on her watching each move she was making.

"Bourne?" it was only Pamela who was talking to him but others present in the room heard it as well.

"It's Bourne. We need 90 seconds to triangulate his position." Someone spoke in the background.

"What do you want?" She asked slowly.

"Are you running Treadstone?" Bourne replied back with the question.

"Treadstone was closed the two years ago. You know that."

"Then who is planning the missions now?"

"There are no missions. It is over."

"Then what do you want with me?" He had to know what was it really going on and who was behind all of this.

"New York." She waited moment pacing few steps as the men tried to track down where the call was coming from." Have you forgotten what had happened in New York? You had killed the two people Bourne."

Her words repeated in his ears like the echo over and over and over again almost taking him off the guard.

"You had killed the two people Bourne. You had killed the two people Bourne. You had killed the two people Bourne."

Her voice faded way with the sudden flash of the memory and he heard the voices the flash of the faces and the least name that Marie possessed the one of her adoptive parents came to his mind and he could not get a rid of the word almost loosing the control and was ready to take her down no matter what. He came to his senses and shook his head. No he would not do that he had to have her alive in the order to find out who was behind this. Since he was not replying, Pamela tried again and asked.

"Bourne?" There was only a silence she got but when she was sure that he had hung up on her, Jason replied back.

"Why do you try to frame me on something that I am sure I had nothing to do what had happened in New York five years ago."

" The girl is the witness and she will eventually confess what happened five years ago and I am sure that she knew that it was you who did the killings. It is only a matter of the time and you have no where to go Bourne."

"And if you are wrong I will hunt you down until you are all down for a good. I told you people to leave me alone and just won't listen." And before Pamela had a chance to reply, Boune hung up and was gone.

When Bourne had returned to the hotel room few hours later, he found Marie pacing back and forth like the frightened animal in the cage. The captive was in the deep sleep his head bowed to his chest and he did not awake when the door unlocked, and Bourne stepped inside. Her tension seemed to fade down when she saw him and stopping her pace she rushed toward him.

"Where were you been?" she whispered." I've tried to reach you on the phone and all I got was a busy signal. If you had not showed I was about to leave the hotel and go looking for you."

"No, that was a foolish thinking of you. You should stayed here." He held her in his arms for a moment looking down at her brown eyes.

"I was trying to help you. The busy signal had frightened me that something had happened to you so I wanted to..." she was cut down by the serious tone of his voice, his light blue eyes glowing in the dim light of the room.

"Will you stop it?"

She shivered under the gaze that he gave her and realized no matter this man was her father, he was also the killer no the assassin that had frightened her no matter what she had trusted him by her own life.

"We can not stay her. We must go."

"What about the captive? Can we leave him?"

"Just leave him, they will find him sooner or later." He had let go of her." Gather your things and passports. We are leaving the country with the midnight train."

"Can we wait, things can be better in the morning?"

"We do not have much of the time. We must go and do it now!" The touch of the anger and frustration was in his voice and Marie knew the problems can be if she kept pushing, so she became quiet and began to gather her things from the bed her coat and backpack containing the money and the passports.

" Okay, lets go," Marie took her gloves and Bourne wiped the last trace of the prints then they walked out and he locked the door from the outside as she called the elevator.

The woman at the front desk asked nothing as she gave Bourne receipt and they walked from the hotel where the taxi was awaiting for them. Both of them took the seat at the back and Bourne spoke on German.

"Train station, please."

"Yes Sir." The driver replied and they took off.

"So what is it the plan?" she whispered.

"I am taking you to Berlin where you gonna stay for some time. You will be safe there."

"No, that was not the part of the deal and what we had agreed upon." Marie protested." I am staying with you and end of the story."

"Marie do not do this."

"I am staying and that this it. We are going through this together."

The phone he kept close began to ring and Bourne picked up for he knew who was phoning him.

"Yes?"

"It is Alex," the voice replied." What it is going on? I have got your message and it was urgent one."

"I am on my way to the train station," Jason replied as Marie kept quiet.

"Do you have a time for us to meet?"

"Where are you?"

"I am here in the city, and as do I recall you have the three hours before the train is leaving the station."

"Alright, I will see you in the hour." Jason hung up and told the driver to stop at the location where Conklin would meet him.

The hour had passed fast and soon he saw the man with the walking stick and Bourne turned to Marie.

"Stay in the car," and with that he was off disappearing into the darkness.

Conklin hardly noticed him approach and Jason took him by the surprise as he grabbed him by the arm and pressed him a wall of a nearby building.

"What were my words? I said leave me alone and leave me out of it." His voice was icy cold as he grasped Alex by the collar of his coat." What are you doing here?"

"I have come here to help you, Jason." Alex gasped in the fear staring into the eyes of the assassin.

"I'm gonna ask you some simple questions. You're gonna answer me honestly, or I swear to God I am gonna kill you," Alex swallowed hard." Are you running the Treadstone again?"

"What are you talking about?" Alex never had seen him that mad like now.

"Who is planning the missions? Who is sending men after me? Why is Pamela Landy here again? Will you people leave me alone?"

" I swear I did nothing Bourne." Alex gasped.

"What is it going on, Alex?" Bourne pressed the retired agent hard on the wall of the building." I am loosing the patience."

"Alright, all right. I'll tell you what I know." Alex breathed wincing slightly as his back made the contact with the rough wall of the building." Last week an agency field officer tried to make a buy off of Medusa's ops. He was trying to sell out a mole or something and you got him before they did."

"I killed him?" Bourne stared back in disbelief.

"You left a print. There were partial prints that traced back to Treadstone. They know it was you." Alex replied quietly still shaking from the killing gaze that Bourne had given to him.

"That is it insane," Bourne growled back not believing what he was actually hearing from the retired CIA agent.

"Why are you doing this? Why come back now?' He protested.

"Stop, stop." Jason was frustrated now." Last week I was 4000 miles away in Paris looking for my daughter Marie. You had given me a file about her, remember. What do you people want from me? Why are you trying to frame me?"

"Please! I am only here because of New York. The Jackal…"

"The Jackal!" Now Bourne was way too frustrated now." He is dead! I've killed him!"

"That is it what you think. The Jackal is more than alive and kicking and now he is back and so is Landy. She has a files."

"What kind of the files?"

"The Jackal, stuff on the Jackal and you as well. It was something to do with the French Vice Minister."

The voices and the screams seemed to break again inside of Bourne's mind and for a moment the headache threatened him to the point of blackout. The voiced grew stronger so were the screams and the photograph of a family. And then a voice spoke.

"Andre Beaumont, Carlotta Beaumont…"

"Beaumont… Beaumont…" Bourne repeated.

Alex arched the eyebrow at this confused.

"What are you talking about?" Bourne stared back at him and heard the voice in his head and it was Conklin the man standing before him.

"Training is over… Training is over… Training is over…"

"When- When was I in the New York?"

"What are you talking about?"

"For the Treadstone. I did a job there."

"No, you never worked in New York before." Bourne grabbed him by the collar again blue eyes blazing with the anger.

"My first job. In New York. You know my file."

"You've never been in the New York before," Alex spoke.

"My first job!" Bourne demanded.

"No, your first assignment was Geneva."

"I know I was there, Alex!"

"It's not in your file!" and once again Alex replied stubbornly.

"I know I was there!"

"Jesus Bourne!" he was sure he heard Bourne break down laughing." Don't you ever do that again!"

"And you fell for it so easily," Bourne replied then released him as Alex shook his head." I have someone here to meet you."

"She is here?"

"Yes, and I had left her to wait in the car. Come let's meet her." They headed back toward the taxi where Marie was.