KNEEING THE SUSPECT/NEW LEADS

The boat docked at a small marina off of the coast of Saint John in New Brunswick. Jason tied the boat off, and headed for the town. A musky sunset covered over the town as Jason made his way into the heart of it. Getting close to dark, Jason checked in at the Royal Leaves Motel.

The motel room was dark, dull, and a thin layer of dust and dirt covered the walls and floor. The perfect place for a now running fugitive to hide out at for a night. Jason put has bag down, then just threw himself onto the bed. Even if the room wasn't that of the Hilton, at least the bed was comfortable. Jason rolled onto his side and grabbed the telephone. He thought for a second, then put it back down, he then rolled off of the bed and went into the bathroom.

Jason threw water onto his face, again and again. Each time, it feeling more and more retrieving. He stopped, and grabbed a towel.

Jason unzipped his bag after returning from the bathroom. He pulled out ten different weapons and placed them on the dresser. He then grabbed a rag and a bottle of cleaning solution from his bag, he grabbed a chair, and pulled it over next to the dresser. Jason squirted some of solution onto the rag, and grabbed a gun. He was in for a long night...

The sun cracked from beneath the water's edge as seagulls flew overhead. Jason, with his bag, exited the motel room, and threw his key onto the desk at the front office.

"Good sleep?" The clerk asked.

"You need to get yourself a better cleaning service." Jason exited the office and disappeared into the small town.

LANGLEY, VIRGINIA

McAllister entered a small room where a man was sitting.

"They're going after Bourne. Just like you said." McAllister told the man in the room; "Why is Bourne such a threat to you and your organization?"

"With the C.I.A. focused on Bourne, they won't be focused on anything else but trying to put down an embarrassment to them, which then leads our organization to doing certain needs for our countries."

"Will Bourne survive?"

"Of course he will. He's a cockroach that won't go away... Get ahold of Carlos, tell him to meet us in Moscow, he'll know what to do..."

"Yes sir." McAllister left the room.

CITY OF QUEBEC, CANADA

Snow lightly fell to the ground when Bourne made it to Quebec. As Bourne rode in the back of a taxi, memories to the place came back to him. One by one, different assassinations at different times when Bourne was with Treadstone. Different men's faces came into Jason's head, especially one - a Dimitri Somonvia. Jason remembered trying to assassinate him one time but failed, Somonvia survived and had become an ally to Bourne... that was after Bourne had shot his knees to death.

The cab pulled up at a small bar, Bourne paid the drive and got out of the cab. Jason entered the bar to hear the screeching of a woman who was trying to sing.

Dimiti was sitting on the couch with three women when Jason cocked his gun and pointed it at Dimitri's head.

"Oh god..." Dimiti slowly said.

"Put it down..." A bodyguard cocked his gun at Jason.

Jason quickly turned around and snatched the gun out of the bodyguard's hand, sending him flying into the table.

"Stop!" Dimitri yelled to all of his other bodyguards who were about to charge at Jason; "Unless you want this to be your last, stop!"

The bodyguards stopped and put their guns away. The guard on the floor slowly got up.

"Mister Bourne, can't you just greet me like a normal person?"

"Not in my nature."

"Is it in your nature to have shot out my poor knees?"

"Standard procedure." Bourne replied.

"Ah well, the ex-Treadstone player with a mind of his own, is it still a beautiful mind, Mister Bourne?"

"That's the reason I almost killed you, your blanch sense of humor, or your need for an actual audience. Do you need to strangle the cat?" Bourne pointed his gun at the woman on stage, then back at Dimitri.

"Oh, you mean the 'American Idol' pop star, I knew she was bad publicity. Hey Irma! Take a hike!"

The woman left the stage. "Screw you!" She yelled.

"Now, are you going to put the gun away or are you actually here to kill me?"

Jason put the gun down. "I want to know who killed Landy."

"You need my help? Mine? Do you hear that? He needs my help! My knee aches every single day! Twice as bad when it is cold. Do you have any idea how long the winter lasts in this country? Tell him, Roberto."
"Well, it's uh..."
"Shut it! So, this person... is he someone out of the show 'South Park' or something?"
"Pamela Landy, who killed her?"
"I don't know who you are talking about."
Jason pulled out his gun and pointed it back at Dimitri.

"Okay! Pamela Landy... the chick down at the CIA?"

"Yes. Who killed her?" Bourne asked.

"Knowing what I know, there's this man who comes in here from time to time. He's with this secret Nazi Ku Klux Klan terrorist group or something. He's just the 'spokesperson' if I may say. He hardly runs anything, but he may know who killed Landy, he knows everything!"

"Who is he?"

"I think his name is Roger MacDultry. He lives in London, and vacations here once in a while."

Jason put his gun away and headed for the door.

"How about a thank you once in a while?"

Jason stopped and turned to Dimitri.

"Just take the no bullets in your body as a thank you." Jason turned for the door.

"I always knew that you American's were really big pricks. See you around Bourne."

Jason exited the bar, and started to walk down the street towards the airport.