Shock overcame the small team as one of the most wanted agents in CIA history besides Michael Weston had literally fell into their laps, ideas ran threw Michael's mind as this could be his way back into the CIA all he had to do was hand over Bourne, but his newly developing conscience would not allow him to do so. With Fiona taking care of Bourne, Sam and Michael sat at the desk on the upper level.

"What do we do Mike?"

"We help him… he could be the best asset we have, we've just gotta handle this delicately"

"Hey Mikey that's me, I can be delicate"

"Riiight! What does that file say about him?"

Sam opened the file or novel as it appeared to be by the size of it and quickly thumbed threw.

"Expert in weapons, tactics, hand to hand combat obviously… explosives. Currently he is professor of linguistics at Georgetown University, I guess we know why he has come back, I did a little more checking it appears that Bourne or David Webb by his birth name has a family, a wife and three children. But a week ago his daughter Alison disappeared from her school, shortly after Webb was contacted by her abductors which has brought him back into the fold as Jason Bourne. However word on the grapevine is that the former bodyguard of Nykwana Wombosi is in town kind of a coincidence as Bourne's last mission was Wombosi's assassination"

"I don't believe in coincidences, you think this bodyguard is after a little payback?"

"I would! Now it's unclear what happened next but he left Wombosi alive and disappeared only to reappear in a Zurich bank some time later, after taking apart an American consulate he disappeared again causing a massive CIA man hunt and well you know the rest…"

"Yeah I heard about it a few years ago, any idea what they want with his daughter?"

"Perhaps we should ask Bourne Mikey!"

Weston stood and slowly walked too the lower level as Fiona walked too him with a worried look on her face.

"What's wrong Fi?"

"This is dangerous Michael, This Bourne personae they've programmed into him, it's like nothing I've seen before, he's cold calculating and dangerous yet he's desperate. I get the feeling he'll kill anyone who gets in his way with out a second thought"

"Are you afraid of him Fi?"

"Terrified, and you should be too… Tread carefully"

With a nod he walked too the sofa as Bourne slowly sat up cradling his left side, quickly Michael helped him sit up before handing him a drink as he picked up a cup of natural yogurt and sat in his battered green chair, with a slight smile Bourne looked up at him.

"What is it with you guys and yogurt? It's all you seem too eat around here, except for the fat guy, does he ever not have a drink in his hand?"

"Not recently!"

A voice called out from the upper level as the both looked around, Sam could be seen looking over the railing as Fiona sat next too him laughing.

"Hey, it's by prescription okay?"

"I'd get a second opinion Sam!"

Called Fiona as she began too thumb threw the file before her until Sam slammed it shut. With a slight chuckle Bourne cradled his side once more as the pain ripped threw him, slowly he recovered and once more looked up at Michael.

"Michael Weston, after fleeing a blown operation in Nigeria and being kidnapped and beaten, found yourself here in Miami, abandoned by your normal intelligence contacts and under continuous surveillance, your personal assets frozen. Extraordinary efforts to reach your U.S. government handler eventually yield only a grudging admission that someone powerful wants you "on ice" in Miami. If you leave here, you'll be hunted down and taken into custody or shot; Consumed by the desire to find out why you have been burned, and by whom, now your reluctantly drawn into working as an unlicensed P.I. and problem solver to fund your personal investigation into who burned you, right?"

"Impressive"

"Your not the only one who still has a few contacts from the old days Michael, I checked you out… You've been a bad boy, pissed off some powerful people"

"Why did you come back? You had too know you're taking a chance, I could hand you in in exchange for name being cleared"

"Not possible… you see, you need my help as much as I need yours. My daughter was kidnapped and in exchange for her safe return I am too kill the three of you!"

It was a sentence that stuck a cord with Michael, he had heard of Bourne's ability too get in and out of a situation with out being detected, in the Intelligence circuit Bourne was a legend who's abilities vastly exceeded his own, could Bourne have come back too do the job? Weston placed down his yogurt and got ready for the fight of his life as Sam reached onto the desk before him and grabbed his gun.

"But I'm not gonna do that, I need your help! Some one else is out there"

"We know, we've looked into it already word is a former bodyguard of Nykwana Wombosi is in town and looking for you"

Images flashed in his mind of the one encounter that set all the wheels in motion too this very moment in his life, Wombosi! And unfinished business. With a quick nod from Weston his small team joined him as he and Bourne shook hands sealing the deal, in that moment not a word was passed however they both knew what they had too do.

DAVID WEBB

AKA

"JASON BOURNE"

THE CLIENT!

Two Hours earlier…

Leaving Weston's loft was easy, but finding his way around wasn't he didn't know Miami very well in fact he didn't know Miami at all, finding his way around some middle east town was easy but a major metropolitan city like Miami, a little more difficult. He quickly got to the rendezvous point before the established time and looked around, the voice on the phone said come alone or his daughter would be dead. He looked around the secluded woodland the meet had been arranged with possible sniper points at multiple areas he would be a sitting duck if anyone decided too take a few shots at him like the large group whom been following him for the past five days, if it wasn't for the timely arrival; however painful of Michael Weston and his booze soaked friend he would still be running around that part of the swamp land. Suddenly the sound of a breaking twig could his attention as his head whipped around too see three large men in long over coats with dark suits and sun glasses aiming what appeared too be government issue side arms in his direction.

"That's a little cliché don't you think? The trench coat with suit and glasses"

"You Bourne?"

"Where's my daughter?"

"Somehow I'd imagine you being older… isn't that strange?"

The unusual accent of the man speaking before him echoed in his mind as he dissected his accent down too it's routes, he was Columbian, imitating a very shaky American accent normally seen in the old spaghetti westerns. Slowly Bourne stepped forward his hands ready to land the first punch, he figured he could take down the main man and the other at his left before the third could react, his mind ran down several tactics… Quick punch too the lead man's throat, grab the file, roll it into a tube and use it as a weapon too disarm his second target with a duel hit to his left ear, dizziness and disorientation quickly follows… hard punch too his chest, turn quickly and kick hard into the chest of the third person sending him falling down, with the second man still standing, grab his gun and finish him and his partner off and take main man captive.

His body began too tense as he readied himself for the quick fight, however a silenced bullet slammed into the ground before him, this changes things drastically a sniper was not in his plan. Slowly he relaxed his stance and stepped forward slowly as the leader of the trio handed him a file.

"Once you've taken care of our problem, you're daughter will be returned too you unharmed. Kill this man, his two friends even his mother for the trouble of him being born, and Mister Bourne, you have 36 hours too do this or your daughter will be in a bag of quick lime under the nearest building site"

"You harm her, you, your friends even your cat will regret the day you heard my name, I'll make you a very famous man!"

"GO! You now have 35 hours and 10 seconds…"