CH 3 The Quiet Day

Bourne woke up with the sound of a crying and the muttering words coming from the bed. He was immediately awake and on his feet walking toward the bed only to find out that was actually Tamara doing that for she was having a bad dream and she was muttering in her sleep tossing and turning around unable to wake up. At first, Bourne did not want to wake her up for he wanted to find more what was really going on, but words that she was speaking made no sense to him at all and he wanted to find more what was really going on.

The images were hunting her again even now when she thought that they were gone now but she was wrong. She was not there when her mother died but she was sure that plane crush was not the accident at all and that everything was planed ahead and for her was not to be on that plane when she should.

Who ever had done this was sure that he was sure that he had them both dead but instead it was only her mother that had paid with her life and not her. Tamara had just was preparing to come home after the many months spent in the Europe schooling and when finally she graduated she could not wait to come back and start work at her home town but it was not meant to be for her mother died soon after her graduation ceremony for the plane never reached the destination back home flying back from London England.

Finally, Tamara woke up screaming and shaking from the nightmare she had and Bourne did his best to calm her down and she slowly stopped shaking and he held her close for a short period of a time. Never in his life he allowed himself that for he knew he could not let the emotions to control him and he knew that he could not let them push him down for only it meant the downfall to him.

Tamara slowly calmed down gaining her senses and he was able to let go and check on her wound for he found that the bandages were still holding down though she was less bleeding and that was a good sign and she was on a road to recovery but would still be a while before she healed and for sure the scar would be there as the reminder what had happened twenty four hours ago.

Slowly she opened her eyes and gazed back at him not sure what to say to him at the moment but Bourne understood that very well for it was best not to ask and let go off her for good. Tamara lied down on the bed and tried not to ask what had just happened for she found herself being pressed to his chest so close that she could smell the scent of his cologne that completely made her swoon all over, but she dared not to admit that she was actually falling for him to begin with for he was not a type of man she wanted.

The night slowly gave away to the daylight and the dawn arrived welcomed by the cold and gray skies that promised nothing more than a rain but still it was more than quiet than usual. Tamara was wakened by a sound of the birds and the cars passing on a streets down below and figured that she had actually overslept and blinked few times then turned around only to find out that Bourne was indeed up dressed and ready to leave and she was only one left in the bed. Slowly she sat up in the bed and blinked in the morning light and he greet her in the silence.

"Hey." Was all that she had received from him as the good morning?

"I thought that you would go and leave me behind and alone. But I guess I was wrong on this thing." Tamara replied her voice was dry as she spoke.

"I have told you that I am not leaving at all this time it would not be the same you are here to stay with me until I figure out why are you the mark for the assassin. Till then you are here to stay with me and you will not go away from my sight and that is it for the best before I know I can trust you on this."

"You still do not believe me do you?" She stood up from bed and walked toward the bathroom slightly angry." I do not want you to watch over me twenty four hours I am not a child."

"Please do not start this at all for it is only for you the sake of your life and with me you are only way to remain alive until the contact is made and you are transferred to the right place and Alex could take over to watch over you and you would be safe there."

"What about you?" She finally dared to ask for she knew that he did not want her to be around when he was dealing with this assassin.

"I will find a way to handle this and it is you that should remain alive and you should not worry about me for I would be alright. But I would deal with that soon so for now it is better for us to get dressed and move on and leave no trace if we are still followed. I am taking you from the country as far as possible for sure to the Paris where we would be safe for a while I hope. But right now you had to get dressed and so we can get moving once more."

Berlin…

The figure in the black coat walked into the hotel lobby and no one of the personnel seemed to notice him move up the stairs to the room that he knew that who ever was paying him would be there. The man who welcomed him was of Spanish olive skin and dark hair and eyes that were the reflecting pools of the midnight darkness. No emotions seemed to be appeared in them not even the slight knowledgment that the man had arrived, as he should.

"You are late," The man said as assassin walked into the room removing the coat and tossing it on the nearest chair.

"It was the plane that was late I am on a time." The man replied back on the quick French.

"And the girl?" The black eyes of other man stared back at him.

"She managed to escape." Other assassin replied back the man whom he was talking to seemed not to accept the failure at all and instead pulled his own gun and shoot him at the throat.

"I will not accept the failure and not from you and not from anyone." He replied his voice was a pure anger as he took the coat and walked from the room looking the door as he walked away leaving the body behind." I will finish this alone and this time you are going down Bourne like that or not."

The plane was leaving in the hour and he knew very well where to look and knew that Bourne would be there and so will be the girl. The assassin did not manage to take the girl down and he had to do that now he and the only one will stand winner in this game. Bourne was going down this time and The Jackal knew that he would once is the One and only and no other assassin shall take his place not even the man such Jason Bourne.

The girl alive brought him nothing and he would not let this time her to slip from his clutches and he would have her dead even if it caused to go against his own enemy Bourne for the good. The Jackal smiled to himself as he sat in the seat as the plane took of for Zurich. Take Bourne down and it would only clear his pathway to the girl and with her dead the files would not ever get in the hands of the CIA at all for some things are not there for others to know at all.