LANDY'S CALL/ EXPLOSIVE SITUATION

Cars. People.They went past Jason in an incredible slow motion. Jason sat on a bench, dripping with sweat, even though it was about fifty degrees outside. The memories he could not let go of kept on haunting him. He couldn't eat, sleep, or do anything. The only thing that came to mind was Marie's face, as it glittered in the sunlight on the beaches of Goa, India.

He asked himself, 'what if'? What if he were driving on that day instead of Marie. What if he had just left her in India? What if he had never met her?

There was nothing he could have done now, just ponder away at the 'what if's' until he can be labeled as insane. He rocked back and forth on the bench, but what he did was not from the cold, but from the thoughts.

Jason also had asked himself 'Could she still be alive?' That was always a possibility. Marie could have survived. It was rare, but possible... Those five words 'Could she still be alive' weakened the bad thoughts in his mind, and almost brought a smile to his face.

"She could still be alive." He replied to himself. He knew she can't be alive, but as long as he lied to himself, he felt better.

Jason slowly got up from the bench, not dripping of sweat anymore, and decided to go back to his apartment.

The number one flashed on his answering machine as Jason entered the home. He decided to skip playing it, nut went back and played it.

"David, yeah, hi. It's Bob your P.I." The old private investigator. He was supposed to be the best in P.I.'s. Even though he sat at his desk all day eating Krispy Kream after Krispy Kream, Jason could find out more about anything with a quick trip over to Langley, Virginia, but Jason decided to let Bob handle the investigations.

"I know you're not home, but I think I may have a scoop on Marie. Give me a call, you know the number." Bob and his annoying voice rang out. Dial tone.

Jason quickly went over to the phone and quickly got ahold of Bob.

"Did you find something?" Jason asked.

"I may of found Marie, David." Bob replied.

"Where?"

"May have found two places. One in Russia, the other in Nice, Italy."

" Where in Russia?"

"I don't know, but a lady who owns a cafe in Nice said that she just employed a cashier a few days ago matching Marie's description."

"There may be hope."

"There may be, David."

"Yeah."

"That's great. I'll charge the service to your credit card. I've got to go, a sexy lady has just entered my office." Dial tone.

Jason hung up the phone and went into his bedroom to pack for Nice when the phone rang again. Jason let it go, he didn't answer the phone.

Answering machine. "Jason. I know it's been two months now, but I have finally got the officials down at Langley their permission so I can see you. Meet me, you know the office." Dial tone.

Jason stopped packing because of the message he had just heard on the answering machine. He went over to the machine and replayed the message. The voice on the machine was of a woman, a Pamela Landy. He had been waiting two months to see her about his real identity.

After the message had played, he quickly got his coat and ran out the door.

The high risen building towered above the sky-line of New York City. Not as tall as the Empire, but tall.

Jason quickly made his way to the twenty-second floor, and literally ran to the front desk.

"May I help you?" The lady asked.

"I'm here to see a Pamela Landy." Jason replied.

"You are?"

"David Webb."

The girl called Pamela on the intercom. "Miss Landy, I have a David Webb here to see you."

"Send him in."

"Miss Landy will see you." The girl told Jason.

Jason walked down the hall not knowing of the events in his life about to happen. Fire shot from Landy's office and glass flew live darts in the air. The explosion sent Jason onto his back. He watched as the office went up in flames. That was the end of Pamela Landy.

"Oh my god!" The girl yelled as she called for help. She picked up the phone and called downstairs.

Jason stood in the hall watching the flames consume the entire office where Landy worked. It then hit him. He was being set up once again. If he didn't get out of there, he was going to be framed for the murder.

Jason then ran for the stairs.

The fire department just showed up when Jason exited the building. He ran for his life back to his apartment.

Back in his apartment, he ran over to an empty wall and pulled it open. Inside were different types of gadgets - surveillance equipment, watches, and others. He stuffed them in a bag, then went over to another empty part of the wall, in there were different types of weapons - handguns, rifles, sniper rifles, grenades, stun guns, and melee weapons. He quickly shoved them in a bag and went over to every picture, and took every single passport.

Jason soon after left the building.