Paz's point of view. Word: Unnerve.
Paz stirred, spat blood. Dazed, unable to summon enough energy to pick his head up from the steering wheel, he turned his head.
And stared into the eyes of the other man—Bourne, was that his name?—and the gleaming deadly barrel of the gun he held, trained on Paz's head.
He exhaled: failure. He accepted the inevitable consequence; waited for the gunshot to ring out.
It never came.
Instead, Bourne took a ragged breath, put the gun away, and vanished.
Why?