TAILING PIZARRO/ASSASINATION

A/N: Updated and revised whole chapter. Hopefully got rid of most errors and typos. Added more detail to when Jason gets hit by the car, and changed the doctor's name to something the fans of the Bourne Series may appreciate, and also added more detail whenhe wakes up.

"Done?" Parminda asked sarcastically.

"Yeah."

"Okay, I now suppose that you want to go get your car?"

Parminda looked at Jason.

"Yeah."

"Tally-ho then."

Parminda shifted into first and drove off while Rosa watched them drive off. She smiled then turned over the engine and shut the door.

"So, had fun?" Parminda asked sarcastically.

"It's Marie..." Jason muttered.

"What?" Parminda asked then turned the corner.

"It has to be."

"You are really stuck up on that woman."

Jason looked at Parminda.

"What? It's true!"

"She was the only person I knew at that time. She means a lot, that's all."

"So does my dog, but they all die sooner or later... poor thing."

Jason started to get uneasy. Parminda looked.

"What? Did I say something?"

The car pulled up in the centre of Nice. Jason got out of the car as soon as Parminda put the car into park.

"Here's my father's safe house. He'll be leaving tonight around seven to go to his weekly opera show down at the L'OPÉRA in the old town around the Rue Saint-François de Paule. Follow him into the theatre, but be careful, it'll be heavily guarded. Your best bet is to go around the back, it's less guarded. Take my father out when inside and the show has started. He'll be sitting in balcony 1Q. Take him out and prepare to make a run for it."

Parminda handed an envelope to Jason.

"Meet me on the beach around noon tomorrow."

Parminda put the car into first and drove off leaving Jason on the side of the street near the BMW. As Jason walked to his car, he looked at his watch that read 6:22 p.m. He got into the car and drove off.

The fine waxed black sedan was parked on the corner of an old warehouse lot. Jason looked down at his watch for it to read 6:58 p.m. He then took out a pair of binoculars that were lain on the passenger side seat.

Coming out of the building was Pizarro himself. A dark toned Cuban, short, stocky, and had a taste in expensive Brioni tailor made suits. Pizarro looked at the five bodyguards that were covering each side of him. After opening the door for him, Pizarro got into the back of a black limousine that was parked halfway out of the warehouse.

Also on the passenger seat was a Small Steno Book and a pen. Jason took the book and the pen, and started to write important bits of information.

5 guards with mp5s.

Driver, mid forties, short and stocky, keeps hand gun in glove box near passenger seat.

Limo has soft tire spot on front left side.

Two v6 Mercs, one in front one in back covering limousine. Two goons in each. Fifth in limousine, back seat.

Jason watched as the limousine left the warehouse, and turned onto the street heading for the old part of town. Jason turned over the engine, put it into first, and started to slowly follow the limousine through the streets of Nice.

After the limo had stopped at the opera house, Pizarro got out of the car when one of his guards opened the door for him. With the guards trailing beside him, Pizarro entered the opera house by the front entrance. Jason drove around to the back of the house, and parked the car where two guards were guarding the back entrance.

As Jason got out, one of the guards went over to him.

"You cannot park here." The man spoke in fluent Italian.

Jason turned to the guard after he had grabbed his bag.

"You must park somewhere else!"

Jason looked at the man.

"I am sorry." He spoke in English.

Jason got back into the car, and drove it across the street. Jason got out, got his duffel bag, and went back to the back of the opera house. He stood around the back near a dumpster checking out the place, and waiting for the guard to come back over.

"No one allowed back here!" The guard yelled as he rushed over to Bourne.

Jason knew what he was doing, he was having fun. He was going to taunt the guards, and he was doing it easily than he had hoped. Jason knew he could sneak in, but getting one of those radios the guards had on them may just have come in handy.

Jason looked at the man not answering, and the other guard trailed over.

"This American giving you trouble?" The other guard asked.

"Yes, we should teach him to listen."

The two guards smiled at Jason, and took a step forward.

"You don't want to do that..." Jason spoke in Italian.

The guards looked at each other in surprise, and tried to attack Jason. Jason blocked the first guards hook, grabbed it, and pulled the guard into a shoulder throw sending him to the floor. The other guard came rushing toward Jason, but Jason stuck his leg out in a straight position for the guard to run dead on into it, knocking the wind out of him.

The other guard started to get up, but Jason turned with a beautiful spinning hook kick hitting the guard right dead in the center of his head, knocking him out instantly.

After both guards were out, Jason dragged both of them behind a large dumpster, and frisked the two of them. Jason took one of the guard's headset and radio, and a bunch of keys on a single key ring. Jason got the rest of his equipment that was placed neatly into that one black duffel bag, which was laying on the floor, and went over to the back door.

Tugging hardly, Jason had no luck in opening the door, and then he looked at the large amount of keys that rested in his hand. Jason quickly examined the bunch just by finger separation, and chose one. No luck. Jason chose another, nothing. Jason tried one more, still no luck.

At that pace, he would have been there all night, and so Jason looked around for another way to get in. A drain pipe attached to the building was a perfect way to get in, and so, he started to climb it when something amazing happened. One of the singers who was to perform in the second act opened the door to come out for a smoke.

Jason looked down for the man to be standing there with the door wide open; nevertheless, he grabbed the ledge of the second floor, and scooted his way until he was over the opened door. He jumped down behind the actor, and snuck inside with the man turning around.

Jason walked down the hall and ripped off a map that was pasted on the wall. He followed the map around the hallways, and went through the costume room, and back of the stage. Jason trailed up the side of audience seating, and climbed the stairs, and made his way around to the balconies. Jason entered one of the empty balconies across from Pizarro, but at a reasonable distance that none of his guards could see.

He closed the curtains, kneeled down, and placed his duffel bag on one of the seats and unzipped it. Jason took out parts of a rifle, and quickly started placing the pieces together one by one as the opening act began. Jason finished putting the scope on, and sat in the chair with the rifle resting on the balcony wall aimed for where Pizarro sat.

Jason started to focus in on Pizarro for a clean shot when his cellular phone rang. He answered it.

"Hello, Jason! This is Dr. Panov."

"Oh, Hi." Jason replied.

"Listen, we had an appointment for this afternoon at four, but you never showed. Is everything going okay?"

"Oh yes, fine. Actually, I'm out of the country at the moment, I'm visiting some friends."

"That's sounds wonderful, are you having a great time?"

"They're aiming to please me."

"That's great. Anyway, I just wanted to make sure..."

Jason listened as he started to target on Pizarro.

"Yeah, I'll probably be back in a couple of weeks."

"And Jason, have you found that hobby yet?" The doctor asked.

"Actually..." Jason looked into the scope of the rifle. "...I'm doing it right now."

"Okay, sounds wonderful. I'll let you be, and you get to it, if you have any problems just call me."

"I sure will, Dr. Panov."

Jason turned off the phone, and put it back into his pocket and aimed for Pizarro's head when his sight became blurry. Jason looked up from the scope to see a small child, around seven, sitting on Pizarro's lap. After seeing that, he froze with complete thought of the child... he just couldn't pull the trigger.

Jason regained his strength, and looked back into the scope when a gun cocked, and felt it press against his head.

"You don't want to do that, my friend." The figure had a mysterious Mexican voice, almost like an Antonio Banderas sound-a-like.

Jason eased his finger off the trigger, pushed the rifle away, and started to raise his hands up into the air.

"That's good..." The voice responded.

When his hands were halfway into the air, Jason quickly turned around and chopped the gun out of the man's hand for it to bounce off the wall and drop to the first floor. Jason smacked the guy, but that came with a turn of events. The man tried to hit Jason but he blocked, and Jason tried to hit him, but he blocked.

Jason grappled the man, and kneed him once, sending the man back into the hallway. Then, Jason grabbed his gun and tried to aim it for the mysterious figure, but the figure blocked the gun making Jason fire an open round.

Everyone in the opera house stopped for a moment, and started to scream and panic including Pizarro and his men. Jason shoved the guy back for him to do a nice round kick but the man ducked down to avoid it. Suddenly, the figure came back with a combo punch, and Jason slid past the combo to do two nice uppercuts into the abdomen of the man.

The man regained; nevertheless, Jason and him went back and forth exchanging hits while the panicked mob tried to get out the doors. Two of the guards came rushing over, and Jason held them back while keeping the figure off of him. Jason fought into the hallway, giving a side kick to the first guard, followed by an exchange of punches with the figure, and an off wall

bounce to knock out the second guard, but Jason was too slow to block the man's kick sending him to the floor.

Jason rolled back onto his feet into the light to see whom it was; Carlos.

Jason blocked his punched, and twisted his arm into a nice lock, and threw Carlos back. Two other guards came running toward Jason while firing their weapons. Jason ran back into the balcony where he had came from, picked up his weapon, grabbed the duffle bag, and leaped over the railing, and landed on the floor beneath.

Jason ran to the back of the stage, and out of sight while the guards fired at him. Carlos watched as he got away and looked at the two guards. The opera guards looked at Carlos, and tried to fire on him, but out of his cape came two sub-machine guns, and Carlos pinned them down, and went after Bourne.

As he walked, Jason took out his weapon, and placed a silencer onto it without stopping. Bourne walked down the stairwell for the exit, when came onto the radio a bunch of heavily armed guards.

"He's in the back stage! Heading for the exit! Cut him off!"

Jason stopped, and looked down at the map, and took a turn to a stairwell before the guards ran into the hallway.

"Where is he?"

"Check the stairs!"

"We're on the fourth floor, heading down!"

Jason stopped on the third floor, and looked up to see guards trailing down. Jason opened the door, and walked quickly down the hallway. He threw out the first floor map, and grabbed a new one, making his way to the other side of the building to a different stairwell.

"He must be on the second floor!"

Jason climbed the stairs to the roof, and went to the front of the building to the street. Police were everywhere. Jason walked to the other side of the building to the back, police were everywhere.

Trapped... mostly. Jason measured in his mind the distance to the other building. With a little luck, Jason could jump to the next. After a quick thought, Jason ran and leapt through the air and grabbed the ledge to the other building, but he dropped his duffle bag.

Jason hung from the ledge, and looked down to see his bag sitting there, and he climbed up. Jason knew that he couldn't salvage the bag, and kept waking until he came to the stairwell.

Minutes later, Jason exited the building to the street where the cops were too busy looking inside. He looked down at the flurry of cops, and started to walk across the street when a car skidded out of the alley, and aimed itself toward Jason. Before moving, Jason was hit by the car. He was thrown across the windshield, smashing it, and rolled over the top of the car, over the other side, and landed on the gravel where he rolled in complete pain. The black sedan screeched

to a halt, and Carlos got out of the car. Out of his trench coat Carlos took out his submachine guns, and aimed them at Jason who was rolling in pain, but cops were heading his way. Carlos looked away from Jason for an instant to see where the cops were, and a sharp piercing pain came on suddenly in his left thigh.

Carlos looked down to see a hole in his pants, and blood starting to drip down his pant leg. He then looked at Jason who had a pistol with a silencer in his hand. Jason aimed higher, but had run out of ammo.

As the cops came closer to the scene, Carlos put his weapon away, and limped back into his car. He drove off immediately.

Slowly, Jason got up as the cops went over to him.

"Are you okay?" The first cop asked.

"Si, Si." Jason replied as he was helped up by the police.

"That man was a lunatic, you're lucky to be alive." The other cop rambled.

"I don't want to press charges." Jason replied.

He limped away from the cops and quickly went over to his car, which was parked in another alley across the street from the Opera House, and painfully got inside, and placed his arm on his chest. Wincing in pain, Jason started the car, and drove out of the alley way, and got away without being seen.

He made it to his small apartment home without anything or anyone tailing him. He climbed the stairs to his apartment, and practically threw himself inside.

In his hand was a brown paper bag, inside were bandages, some cotton balls, and a bottle of pungent whisky. Jason got some rags, wet and dry, and drabbed some whisky onto the rag, and placed it on his forehead where a large gash was. Also in the bag were some suture needles, and thin plastic wire. Jason poured some whisky into a glass and placed the wire and needles to soak.

While soaking, Jason took off his shirt and felt his ribs where they hurt. He got some of the bandage, and tightly wrapped it around his chest. He also took some bandage, and wrapped it around his ankle, where he had sprained it.

And now, the painful part. Jason took the wire and needle out of the glass, got a mirror, and looped the wire through the needle, where he dug it through part of the flesh on his forehead to suture up the gash...

Jason woke up in pain the next morning. The pain was still unbearable, but he knew he could live with it. The morning light shown brightly through the small window in his bedroom. He had to cover the clock with his hand to see what time it was. He looked down at his clock and knew he was late. Slowly, Jason got out of bed, and threw some clothes on. Heleft the apartment.

After arriving a little late, Jason walked into the main lounge of the deserted cafe. Since

no one was around, he called out.

"Hello?"

Jason looked around the cafe, brightly lit since all the windows were open... a nice breeze blew through. Jason went over to the counter of the bar, and finally, Rosa rushed down the stairs, and he smiled.

"Hi." Jason greeted.

"Hello." Rosa replied.

"Are you ready?" Jason asked.

"Just let me get my coat."

Rosa rushed into the closet to get her coat.

"It has to be her." Jason said under his breath. "It has to be."

Rosa rushed back out to Jason.

"Ready?" He asked.

"Yep. What happened to your head?"

"Water skiing." Jason replied as he trailed out of the cafe behind Rosa.