18 HOURS TO DEADLINE…

Impatiently Sam sat in the a black van looking like he'd not slept for over a week, however knowing Sam the way they did it was possible he hadn't since Sam was notorious for his passion for women and drink. With Westen sat in the driver's seat he looked out onto the motel entrance eagerly awaiting the arrival of the Columbian weapons dealers who had taken Alison Webb. With a loud sigh Sam reached for the large take away coffee and peeled back the lid before pouring a small bottle of bourbon into the cup.

"This one is driving me nuts brother. Bourne is a loose cannon here"

"I know, but he's also good at what he does… lay off him Sam. And it's only Ohh 7:30 in the morning it's a little early for Bourbon don't you think?"

"I had a rough night babysitting your latest client"

"I said lay off him Sam…"

With a sigh he threw the empty bottle on the dashboard and looked out the window towards the run down motel where they where keeping their hostage. Back at the Hotel where Fiona was staying she looked threw the high power binoculars towards the large building where Wombosi's men where staying. A large African man reached into a bag and pulled out three small sub-machine guns and handed them to the his men, with a quick lock they moved towards the door and pulled it open after placing the guns into their jackets. Quickly she reached for her phone and dialled.

"Michael it appears our bodyguard friends are on the move and armed with some impressive weaponry"

"Alright Fi… go to plan B… Block the roads, I'll find out where they're going"

Quickly he dialled the bodyguards and assumed the Irish accent once more.

"I told ya too leave town now, I didn't say not'ing about submachine guns"

"Who are YOU?"

"That's not important Miami is OUR TURF… if you have Business you come too US first"

"Who is US?"

"Not the people you want to SCREW WITH! Now leave or I swear You'll regret it Mister Letsego"

"How do you know my name?"

"We know more then you think… Chief bodyguard to Nykwana Wombosi, not very good since he got his head ventilated a few years ago. Now your after the man who killed him. However THAT man is dead so now you're going after one Jason Bourne AKA John Michael Kane"

"Who the hell are you?"

"The local Phone Company who do you think? Now you want Bourne, first I got a little job for you guys… Then I'll give him to you"

"What do you mean a job?"

Thinking quickly he looked back at Sam and smiled as he knew his next words had to be chosen carefully, however he did not need to be delicate.

"My Boss wants to speak with you Mister Letsego"

Handing the phone to Sam he smiled and nodded as Sam took the phone. Putting on a strange mix of accents from English to Irish and even Australian Sam croaked his voice and spoke quickly.

"First I'm going to give you an Address, go too this location and bring a woman to the following location, she's been on my… Party list for awhile now, don't harm her just bring her too me"

"What is dis woman too you"

"My wife, she stole a lot of money from me"

"And den you'll give us Bourne?"

"Be at this location in Four Hours"

Quickly he shut off the phone and texted two co-ordinated plus a slight description of Fiona before he smiled and looked at Michael who was almost laughing at the thought of Fiona and Sam married.

"You know she'll probably kill you when she finds out you said you're both married"

"I know, it's gonna be fun though right?"

"I'll prep the casket for you… Wait that's them, Damn it, it's Carlos"

"Who?"

"My orders where to make it appear as if a rival had put a hit out on him, but when I set charges on his boat I had no idea his pet dog was on board. It was a golden retriever… well it found the charges and tried to bring them too me and…."

"BOOM?"

"All this for his favourite dog! I heard he had then put hit out on me but this is just ridiculous, he's gotta know Bourne will take him down"

Sam laughed out loud as he imagined the scene before turning back to Westen and mocked him slightly.

"WOOF! WOOF! BOOM!"

Unable too contain his own laughter Westen shock his head as he remembered the scene himself, shaking it off he looked threw his binoculars at Carlos and awaited the right time too move.

At the hotel Fiona sat in her room with a gun placed under the cushion as she read a book called The Prometheus Deception by Robert Ludlum, with a slight smile on her face she buried her head into the book as her room door swung open and three large men burst in, slowing her reaction times she jumped too her feet and attempted to grab the gun before one of the large men grabbed her and picked her up and covered her mouth, rolling her eyes she raised her left heel and slammed it between the man's legs. Quickly he dropped her as she quickly reached for his gun before she was hit on the head hard the last thing she heard was one man talking to his injured friend.

"Dis is her… pick her up and get too the meeting point"

The sound of a powerful engine screaming down the road made Carlos turn and look too see a Black 1973 Dodge Charger scream into view, with a smile on his face he stepped to the curb as the car spun around and slammed into the curb, quickly the driver's door swung open as Bourne stepped out and threw the keys too him.

"Westen is dead… now, where is my Daughter?"

"How do I know he's dead? I need proof!"

"Do you think I'd take his car with out him knowing?"

"Good point. I've been tracking him for four years and I know he loves… loved his car. And I can see why"

"WHERE IS ALISON?"

"Keep your voice down Mr Bourne, we don't want too wake the neighbours"

Bourne leapt into action as he grabbed the man by his clean cut suit and pushed him onto the hood of the car and slammed the back of his head into the metal with a bang.

"Where is she?"

"Dead if you do that again… in two hours I'll bring her too you"

"Fine, but I pick the location"

Reaching into his pocket he pushed a piece of paper into his chest before throwing him hard on the pavement, with a smile Carlos stood and dusted off his suit before glaring at Bourne.

"I will see you their, and Bourne, come alone… or the next time I see you will be the last!"

Cracking a slight smile Bourne stepped into the car and drove away slowly, as he passed the black van nodded softly before he turned away and out of sight as Carlos stepped back into the Motel.