FIFTEEN HOURS TO DEADLINE…

Standing in the middle of an Industrial Estate was not a good place to be when a price was on his head, but knowing that his new allies where near by possibly behind the scope of high powered rifles made things a little more easier on him. With a slight smile he looked up too see a large black limousine approaching escorted by a large black Range Rover with darkened out windows. The two vehicles stopped thirty feet away from him as the limo doors opened and Carlos exited the vehicle.

"Where is she?"

"Close by. With Western and his 'Friends' dead we can move on phase two…"

Quickly he looked around too his companions and yelled.

"TAKE HIM!"

Quickly four men rushed Bourne and tried too pin him too the floor, quickly his extensive combat training took over as he began too fight the men single handed and unarmed. Two men rushed him from his left, quickly he kicked low at the first man's right leg just above his ankle and broke his leg before he grabbed him and twisted his left arm while defending against another attack as he pulled down hard against the elbow on his targets arm and broke it before throwing him towards the third and four men knocking them too the floor. With a quick pivot on his heel he turned and grabbed a gun from the badly wounded man and shot the remaining three before turning his weapon on Carlos, with a smug look on his face he reached into his Limo and pulled out a small girl by her hair, kicking and screaming in pain as tears rolled down her face. Bourne stepped closer too Carlos and the young girl with his weapon aimed.

"Can you pull that trigger before I pull mine Bourne?"

"I don't have too you son of a bitch!"

Bourne looked over Carlos' shoulder with a smile as a hand grabbed his gun and twisted it breaking his left hand violently. In pain he looked up with shock on his face.

"Westen!"

A second voice growled too his left as he looked around.

"Well he sure ain't Batman, release the girl mister… and we may just let you survive this!"

"You heard the man!"

Once more he looked back at Bourne whom by this time was practically on top of him with his gun gammed into his chest. With a smile on his face he looked down at the young girl and spoke softly as Carlos released his grip.

"Alison, are you okay?"

"DADDY?"

"She's fine. Go with Sam, he'll take care of you"

"No daddy please"

"Trust me, you don't want too be here for this"

With a smile Sam held out his hand as Alison wrapped her arms around her father. In a moment of pure satisfaction Bourne softly kissed her head before handing her too Sam.

"You know what to do?"

"Already on it"

Softly he picked her up and carried her away towards Westen's awaiting black Dodge. Quickly Bourne's face changed from a serene smile towards his daughter too pure anger and hate towards the man whom had taken her.

As Carlos lay on the floor cradling his broken wrist Weston and Bourne stood over him smiling.

"So, tell me about Phase Two"

"Not a chance"

"I'm afraid you have no other choice… Old friend"

Replied Michael as he placed his gun between his eyes. Nervously Carlos began to rant off the plans for phase two of his plan. He planned too use Bourne for a level assassination, a high level D.E.A official, smiling Bourne punched him hard in his face. As he lost consciousness Bourne wiped his gun clean and placed it in Carlos' hand before firing a round off into the air. Quickly Bourne and Western moved towards the large back Range Rover and drove away before Westen, in a panicked voice called the police about gun shots being heard in the area.

"So what now Westen?"

"We've got your other problem too deal with…"

Smiling Bourne sat back in his seat at the thought of still working with Westen, over the last few hours he had come too respect the fallen agent. Although his team and methods where a little unconventional, he was actually having a good time working with them. With a laugh in his mind he even thought. 'Yep, even Sam… his methods are crazy, but they work'

After taking Alison to Michael's mother's house he rejoined Westen and Bourne for the last leg of this, crazy mission, taking care of Wombosi's men.

THREE HOURS LATER…

Taking back Fiona and dealing with Wombosi's men was a surprisingly easy task, although setting up Bourne as bait came a little difficult for Westen, he saw himself in the tired weary man, a man he had come to call friend and an ally. Although the thought of Fiona having too 'kiss and make up' with her husband Sam made him laugh a little, more so the look on her face after was priceless. Almost as if she had just eaten out of a dumpster for the first time, with a smile Westen walked towards the docks with his team, Bourne and Alison.

"Sam are you sure about this boat?"

"Yeah, it's fine. It belongs too a guy who works for Miami Metro, Ahh Forensics, Blood spatter or something like that"

"Are you sure he won't miss it?"

"Nah, he's working on some serial killer… Trinity or something"

With a smile Westen looked down at the name on the boat.

"Slice of life?… seems fitting"

As Bourne and daughter boarded the little boat and sailed away slowly Westen and his team turned to leave the docks with smile, knowing that their new ally and his daughter where once again safe.