I have no ties to the Bourne franchise.
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He hit the water with a resounding crash; pain emanating everywhere. Darkness pressed upon him from all sides, an oppressing silence and cold that confused him. Straining desperately to see if he could make out the surface, he eventually spotted lights shining directly below him. Righting himself, he began to swim with the current down river. It was hard going, even though he was allowing the current to do most of the work, pain was growing as he pushed himself on mercilessly, relying solely on his steely desire to survive.
Eventually he pulled himself up onto the bank, lying in the pitch black of the overgrown and muddy bank, whilst the sounds of the city echoed menacingly in the distance. His breaths came in short gasps, breathing hampered by the ribs that had been broken upon impact. Allowing himself a brief respite, he looked up at the night sky overhead, his mind reeling from the assault of memories that had been rediscovered back at the hospital. Trying desperately to understand why he would have volunteered to enrol into such a program, Bourne ignored the stinging in his right side from the gunshot wound inflicted upon his by Vosen. It was only a flesh wound anyway and he could tend to it later; besides, he thought to himself, it had definitely been worth it. Turning to the sky once again, Bourne was surprised that he did not feel the completion he hoped for once he remembered the faces and facts – well at least a sizeable chunk of them. There were still gaps between finishing the program and Marseilles, but he knew they would return in time. What was bothering him, as he reluctantly pulled himself to his feet, every inch of him screaming in protest; was that he still had very little memory of his life as David Webb. Slowly making his way up to the road, trying to mask his limp from a wounded knee, Jason Bourne found that the barriers around his mind began to melt away and he could see the brutal, tortuous nature of his training in stark relief.
Yet Bourne was still confused as to why he would ever join such an institution – all he could remember as he lumbered down the industrial road toward the din of Brooklyn in the distance; was that he had wanted it – more than anything else. Webb had been obsessed with succeeding in his training; his desperation sharply focused in the recesses of Bourne's newly acquired memories. David Webb had been running away from something and Jason Bourne was apprehensive to find out why.
For some unknown reason, he instantly knew who could help him complete the rest of the puzzle.