THE DAUGHTER

"Where are we going?" Parminda asked Jason.

"A little place I've rented out."

"Where is it?"

"Just a little farther. Turn up here." Jason pointed at an exit off of the highway.

Parminda was quiet for a second, then she looked at Jason.

"What do you want?" Parminda asked.

"You were the one pointing the gun, you tell me." Jason replied.

"Funny, now you're the one holding the gun."

Jason looked at Parminda for a second, then back at the road. He turned off the roadway, and down the off ramp into a secluded part of Nice. He drove down to the shore past the old square and parked near the side of an old, old building.

Jason and Parminda got out of the car, and Jason led her into the building. They climbed the stairs to the third floor where Jason opened the door to his rented space, and the two went inside.

Parminda looked around while Jason took his coat off and then led Parminda to the couch.

"Water?" Jason asked.

"No thank you."

Jason sat down in a chair across from Parminda.

"Now, who are you?" Jason asked.

"Who are you? And what do you want?" Parminda retorted.

"I ask, you tell."

"My father never told me to talk to strangers!" Parminda replied sarcastically.

"My name's Jas..." He paused, but continued. "Jason Bourne. Now, who are you?"

"Jason Bourne, I like that, sounds American."

"It is."

"I like America, it's... chic."

"Name?" Jason asked without getting impatient.

"Parminda... Pizarro."

"You're his daughter."

"Are you a detective?" Parminda asked, of course in a sarcastic way.

Jason looked sharply at Parminda.

"Are you two close?" Jason asked.

"Not really, I try to act close to get all the goodies... and his juicy good secrets. Now, I've got some questions! What do you want?"

"I'm the one with the gun, remember?"

"Oh yeah. You were pretty good about taking away my gun, but I've got more..."

Parminda opened her purse for Jason to see that it was loaded with guns. Parminda lifted up her blouse also for Jason to see all of the weapons strapped to her.

"We've gotta keep protection, especially with what my father's involved with."

"What is he involved with?"

"A sort of whacked out terrorist group. Blow up a few buildings, start a couple of wars... you know. They're pretty good at it though. And you don't want to get on their bad side, just look what they did to Hussein. He screwed them over a few bucks and the next thing you know, Hussein's got feds knocking on his door about weapons. It's a wonder what they can do."

"Does your father run it?" Jason asked.

"My father? Yeah right! He can hardly run his life, he can't run a terrorist group."

"Who does?"

"I'm not sure. Some guy, they say he's American, also very powerful. They say he's got connections to all sorts or agencies. One call, and he can get the anti-terrorist agency on your back."

"You don't know who he is?"

"Nope. No one really knows. Except for one guy. He usually comes around here... not here, but the HQ in Istanbul. He's a senator I think."

"A senator?"

"I don't know. My father would kill me if he found out that I was talking to you. Why do you want to know?"

"Has anyone ever talked about Pamela Landy?"

"Landy? Landy? Oh yeah, that chick who got bombed, and..." Parminda looked at Jason.

"So you're the kick ass cook? Jason Bourne, I remember. You killed MacDultry! It's about time someone finally disposed of the prick."

"Does you father know anything?"

"He knows everything, thanks to the mysterious American guy. The HQ in Istanbul holds computers full of every person's file in all the world. He has records, documents of the agency's plans on terrorism. They have everything you can think of."

"I need to know who's behind the Landy attack."

Parminda looked around the room.

"I'll make you a deal, you kill my father, and I'll get you info on how to access the records."

"Why?"

"My father practically runs the Istanbul joint. I guess he does run something, but he's grown too arrogant and thinks he owns everything, even me now. He has become so... he has even hit me without cause. I want him killed. You'll even be able to find out who your American Boss is. You can get anything, even your file."

Jason looked at Parminda.

"I snoop." Parminda smiled.

Jason hesitated. "Deal."

"Good, I'll give you the whereabouts of his safe house location. And remember, he's heavily armed and guarded. Here, it's one of my best."

Parminda threw a Walther P99 at Jason, then he went over to a package he had picked up at FedEx and opened it.

"Don't worry, I've got it covered."

Jason showed the contents of the box to Parminda and threw the gun back to Parminda.

"Oh..." Parminda looked. "I'll need to get myself one of those." She pointed at one of the weapons.

Jason threw the box onto the counter, and got his jacket.

"Walking me out now? How gentleman like of you!"

"I need my car."

Parminda became embarrassed.

"Sorry about that. You want to drive this time?"

Jason and Parminda walked out of the building and got into the car and started to drive off. While on top of a roof across from Jason's building crouched Carlos with a pair of binoculars in his hands. He watched them drive off then took out his cell phone.

"Yeah, it's me. He just took off with the daughter. I'll call back as soon as I get some new info."

Carlos put the phone back into his pocket, then started to walk away from the edge of the building toward the stairs in a cool, chic like manner while his buttoned silk shirt blew in the wind.