A NICE PLACE TO VISIT

The coastline was spectacular. The sun shown on the water in an immaculate way. People scurried along the streets and the markets. People lay in the sand trying to catch a good tan. Nice, was a nice place to visit. Just miles away from the other city, Monaco.Nice had a heart of it's own.

Jason had just arrived around noon in this remarkable city, he and his duffel bag had just gone through security were trying to rent a car. The desk clerk spoke in fluent Italian.

"Mister Chamberlain, nice to have you with us. To celebrate the opening of the brand new movie 'The Transporter', we are offering you a rental BMW at half the price. Great steering, handling is..."

Bourne replied, "That'll be find."

After filling out some paperwork, Jason took the keys to the BMW, and went out to the parking lot. He searched for the BMW and finally came across it. It was beautiful black, with brown leather seating. Jason got inside and threw his duffel bag on the passenger seat. He started the car up, and slowly turned out of the parking lot and onto the main highway.

MOSCOW, RUSSIA

"Here is Carlos." McAllister told the mysterious man.

Carlos entered the room, he then stood still while waiting for the mysterious man to say something. Carlos was a Spanish-Mexican, he was slim, medium built, had black curly hair. Tattoos and scars covered his body.

"Carlos, pleasure meeting you once again." The man got up from behind his desk and went over to Carlos to shake his hand.

"Pleasure doing business with you once again." The Jackal replied.

"This is Carlos?" McAllister asked.

"Yes, and you are?" Carlos replied.

"I work for Mister Abbott." McAllister responded; "I always thought that you looked more like a Bruce Willis, not an Antonio Banderas."

"Looks can be deceiving..." Carlos told McAllister.

The mysterious man then stepped back into the light, the man was Ward Abbott.

"So, Mister Abbott, what do you need me to do?"

"Ward, and there's someone I need you to take of. Jason Bourne. Just got word he's staying in Nice. I need you to follow him, but don't take him out just yet. Our organization hasn't finished our business over in Istanbul. Just follow him, report back on every move he makes. He's a quick one, don't lose him..."

"Not even the best can out run me."

"Just be careful. Half now, half later." Abbott gave a briefcase to Carlos. Carlos put the briefcase on the table and opened it. The case was full of bunches of hundred dollar bills.

"All this for one man?" Carlos asked.

"Trust me, he's not what you think. Here's his file." Abbott handed a file to Carlos, Carlos started to look through it.

"Treadstone? You didn't tell me..."

"Just be careful. Looks can be deceiving." Abbott went back behind his desk.

Carlos left the room, McAllister went over to Abbott.

"Do you think?" McAllister asked.

"I've worked with Carlos before, he's one of the best. Not even Bourne can match up to him..."

NICE, ITALY

Jason parked his car in a small area just off of the coast of Nice near the mountain area. He walked over to a local cafe, and took a seat. Just a few tables away was Armondo Pizarro, a world class terrorist. He and another man was talking. Jason took out a compact listening device, and turned it on.

"MacDultry was found dead. His office trashed, and his contacts book missing!"

"Calm down, Roberto. No one knows about our organization or our plans." Pizarro told the man.

"Still, we could be caught!"

"Who was this man?"

"He was a cook. He killed MacDultry and a bunch of men, then escaped!"

"A cook?"

"Si. A cook. A damn kick ass cook. He put another two men in the hospital!" Roberto replied.

"The man is probably dead. Our best men were protecting MacDultry, so try not to worry. This'll all be over in a few weeks. We will regain Turkey once again, and this time keep it. With Abbott and his little plot, we will win. I guarantee you. Once the bombs are perfected, we will drive out the President, and Turkey will be ours."

"I hope you are right."

"Get back to Istanbul and make sure everything is working as it should. Go with god, this'll be over soon."

Roberto got up from the table and left the yard. Pizarro sat there with a cup of coffee, reading the newspaper.

Jason turned off the device, and watched Pizarro. He then saw a young woman go over to Pizarro and turned the device on once again.

The young woman had greeted Pizarro with a hug.

"Oh father! Thank you so much for the car, it's not what I expected!" The woman raved.

"I told you it be a happy birthday." Pizarro replied.

"Thank you!"

"Now, I must leave Parminda, I will be home in time for your dinner. Now, go and have a good time."

Parminda started to walk away, but then stopped to look at Jason. She then walked away. Pizarro got up from the table, and walked his separate way. Jason started to follow Pizarro.

Slowly, Jason follow Pizarro down the street a little way, but then Jason stopped when he saw a black Lexus pull up to the curb. Pizarro went over to the car, then got into the back seat, the car pulled away.

Jason turned around to go get his car when he bumped into Parminda who had a gun on him.

"We need to talk..." Parminda told Jason; "We take my car..."

Jason followed Parminda to her car, "Get in." Parminda demanded.

Jason got into the car as followed. Parminda got into the drivers side, turned over the ignition, and started to drive.

"What do want? You've been following my father all day." Parminda still had the gun pointed at Jason.

Jason quickly snatched the gun away from Parminda.

"What are you doing?" Parminda screeched.

"We go to my place. We can talk there." Jason told Parminda.

The two drove through the streets of Nice.

LANGLEY, VIRGINA

"Sir, we've just found out where Bourne was staying in London. He's no longer there, and we don't know where actually he is anymore." A man told Goodall when he had entered Goodall's office.

"Any evidence?"

"Not one piece, but forensics just picked up Bourne's rental car. It was in the airport parking lot. They're still working on getting any evidence."

"Thanks for report. Get every agency, transportation service, and every living accommodation to be on the look out for Bourne. I want my fugitive, and I want him now."