After several revision, here is (finally) the second part of the this episode. As always, please Read and Review; as comments and criticisms are always welcomed.

Sao Paulo

10:51PM

Jason Bourne found himself with a gun pointed at his face. Holding up his hands in an attempt to live through the next 30 seconds, Bourne wondered what the men across from him would do. With no way to contact Sonia, and no weapon of his own, Jason was truly in a tight spot; and yet the day had started off so well...

Earlier that Day

They had been met by a portly old Brazilian man at the crowded Sao Paulo bus stop. As instructed, he had been wearing a black sports jacket with the symbol of Mars adorned on the back in white. With only the most cursory of nods, the man motioned that they were to follow him.

They had followed him through the winding streets for an hour before finally reaching the quiet suburban home that they now found themselves. The man had spoken only one word in Portuguese, "Stay."

Now they paced around the all but barren ground floor while the portly gentleman was down in the basement. Bond decided this was the best time to voice his concerns. "How do you we know that the contact is telling the truth? I mean, how do we know this isn't some sort of trap?"

Bourne, who had quietly been sitting on a chair fiddling with his gun sighed. "We can't be sure, not until we meet him. I've done this before, just stay on your guard until we know for sure, alright?"

Bond nodded, but began to mess with his pistol as well. Suddenly, the basement door opened and out came the portly Brazilian. Both men jolted, guns at the ready. The man hardly regarded their weapons, instead motioning for them to walk down to the basement. Carefully, the two spies followed.

Reaching the bottom of the steps, Bourne was amazed at what he saw. It seemed that every single square centimeter of space was filled with a weapon of some kind. Everything from knives to machine guns owned it's own parcel of space. In the middle of it all was a dark-haired woman, dressed in oil-stained coveralls and work boots.

She sat on a metal fold-out chair in front of a simple fold-out table, stacked with guns. In front of her was what appeared to be a combat shotgun. She looked up at the pair, apparently sizing them up. Seemingly deciding they were acceptable, the woman beckoned them over.

Putting down the shotgun, she extended an oil-stained hand towards Bourne. It was obvious that he had expected someone different. She spoke in accented English to them. "You may call me Sonia."

Bourne, still in shock, took her hand and shook it. "Joao de Carmo." Bond simply nodded in her direction, still taking in his surroundings.

Sonia spoke up again. "You were not followed, which is good at least. We can't take any chance of ARES finding us here."

Sonia smiled. "I know I am not what you were expecting, but I can do this job as well as anyone else." She grew serious. "Especially if the target is ARES."

She stood up. "Follow me."

Opening a door in the far corner of the room, Jason and Bond entered into a large garage. In one corner stood a beat up van, in another was a large wooden table. On that table was a map showing the area of one of Sao Paulo's main business districts.

She pointed to the map. "This will show you everything you need to know." Producing a handgun from one of her coveralls' many pockets, she pointed to a largish building in the center. "This is our target. We hit it tonight."

Bond looked at the blueprints. "And I suppose you will come with us, seeing as you know the place?"

Sonia laughed. "My job ends with distracting the guards, it's your job to enter the building."

Bourne spoke up. "So how exactly do we get in?"

Motioning them over, Sonia began to debrief them on the plan.

That Night

10:20PM

Bourne led the way through a dark side street, both of the men creeping along in an attempt to remain unseen. So far, they hadn't had any problems. However, that could easily change as they approached the target building.

The building loomed above them; a dark monotone structure of concrete and steel. Around the perimeter was a tall metal fence topped with razor wire, naturally.

While waiting for Sonia to show up and begin her part, the spies checked their ordnance once again. Both were carrying handguns with clips of two bullets each; they also each carried 2 extra magazines. Bourne was carrying the specialty electronic equipment in a pouch strapped to his belt.

Humorously, as Bond had pointed out, it resembled an overly-large fanny pack. Bond was carrying the explosives, all five kilograms of C4. Plenty to blow some holes in the compound. He also carried industrial-strength wire cutters.

The plan was simple; get in, grab the information off the servers, and get the hell out.

Suddenly, the other side of the compound erupted in noise and sparks as dozens of firecrackers went off simultaneously. Sonia had indeed provided the distraction.

While the guards frantically rushed to check the source of the noise, Bourne and James slipped up to the side of the fence.

Pulling out the wire cutters, Bond went to work taking apart the fence. Jason nervously waited as Bond cut through the fence. If they were to get caught right now...

Bourne's thoughts were interrupted as part of the fence came crashing to the ground, leaving a hole large enough for a man to fit through. Bond smiled. "After you, sweetheart."

Bourne rolled his eyes and climbed through. He quickly scanned the compound as Bond found his way through the fence. No guards in sight, for now.

Not even bothering to return the fence to its previous appearance, the two spies made their way across the yard towards the first door in sight.

Bond pulled out the key card Sonia had given them. Sliding it through the scanner with a click, a green light flashed and the doors unlocked. Bourne crept into the building.

Inside, florescent lights cast a dim hue on the long, carpeted hallway they found themselves in. The barren hallway was lined with doors. Having memorized the blueprints, Bourne knew the server room was just three doors down and on the right.

Running down the hall, the two men suddenly looked out of place in their all-black outfits. The pair reached the server room door. Luckily, the room was unlocked.

Inside the darkened room, rows of servers quietly hummed. Walking up to the main console, Bourne took out the electronic equipment.

It was essentially a netbook, specifically loaded with codes to bypass all firewalls and locate the needed information. Jason plugged the small laptop into the main console. The download began.

The two men waited nervously as the download continued, fiddling with the guns on their person. They could tell that the commotion from the fireworks had toned down, the guards would be returning to their posts.

Bond began to prepare the C4. Bourne, watching him, voiced his concern. "Is that going to be enough of a distraction to let us through the back gate?"

Bond smiled. "More than enough. When this goes off, any poor sod in twenty meters is suddenly going to have a very, very, bad day."

Bourne nodded. He still didn't like it, he wasn't used to having so little time to prepare for a job. It made him feel almost naked without enough information.

Suddenly, the little laptop dinged. The download was finished. Bourne walked over and unplugged the laptop; and proceeded to place it back in its bag.

The pair crept out the door. The idea was to place the C4 on the far wall of the hallway, and run for the rear delivery gate once the explosives went off. Like the fireworks, it would hopefully give the pair a decent distraction.

However, as they reached the end off the hall, they found themselves surrounded by three guards. Both Bourne and James had their guns pulled before the guards could comprehend what was happening. The silenced weapons allowed the pair to unload into the unfortunate trio. Two of the men didn't make a sound, but the last managed to scream. More than likely, someone had heard it.

Bond began to place the C4 on the wall. Meanwhile, Bourne stole one of the guards' radios. He threw it away in disgust when he saw the large bullet hole in the side of the radio.

Bond finished arming the explosives and grabbed the detonator. "Let's go."

Both men sprinted towards the outside doors as they heard the voices of the guards echoing along the empty hallways. Just as they were outside, Bond pressed on the trigger.

To their right, the pair head an enormous explosion, as tonnes of concrete were lifted in the air and a large hole suddenly appeared on the main building. Bond smiled.

The pair continued their run through a mostly deserted parking lot towards the rear delivery entrance. It appeared as though no one was on guard.

Thinking they were home free, the two spies sprinted for the gate.

Just as they made it out, they were surrounded by Portuguese-screaming guards; and Bourne found himself with a gun in his face.