Alright, here is the third (and last action-y) part to my story. As always, please read and review. Also, due to a relaxation of my schedule, expect more stories more frequently in the coming months. Enjoy!

Sao Paulo

10:52 PM

Seconds turned into eternity as a pistol was unwaveringly pointed in Jason Bourne's face. Caught. So soon on their journey, and they already lost.

Bourne desperately thought for a plan. He could see that Bond was having the same kinds of trouble.

To their left, they heard a squeal of tires coming down the street. Just as their assailants turned to look, a black van exploded around the corner.

Swinging around so the rear was facing them, the back doors swung open. Bourne and James instinctively dropped to the ground as Maria hosed the area with 7.62x39mm bullets.

Seeing the guards were dead, the pair hopped into the back of the van as it sped off, the portly man at the wheel.

Both men wearing trying to catch their breath.

"Blood hell," Bond muttered.

Sonia smirked. Catching his breath, Bourne spoke up.

"Where exactly are we going? You know they'll follow us."

Sonia grew serious. "We will only stop to pick up weapons and supplies, from there we can go to a safe house."

Bourne looked at James and nodded. They would have to stick with her a little bit longer.

"Why are you even helping us when you can just turn us in?" Bond asked.

Sonia grew angry at his statement, taking it as a personal offence. "I would never help ARES, no matter what the reward."

Bond backed off, though he knew that they would need to find out about this later. The van sped down the streets of Sao Paulo. It seemed that no cars had followed them. Of course, it was rarely obvious.

The van drove into an alleyway behind the house, leading them to a garage connected to the back of the house. All four got out.

They entered the basement through a door in the garage. As if practiced, Sonia began gathering weapons and other supplies while the portly contact man ran upstairs to watch the front door.

Jason and Bond stood near the back door, keeping their escape route clear. They knew they wouldn't have much time, but with no one following them-

Gunfire suddenly burst the windows upstairs. They could hear a yell of pain and dismay.

Sonia turned immediately towards the sound. She let out an anguished, "Julio!" and began to run up the steps.

Bond ran and grabbed her. "Sonia, he's gone! There's nothing you can do for him now!"

She yanked herself free of him and straightened up. "We must go, now."

Needing no further prodding, both Jason and Bond gathered up the bags and ran to the van, followed closely by Sonia with weapons.

The three of them reached the van without any harassment, but it was only a matter of time. Bourne began to get into the driver's seat, but Bond reached out and stopped him with a smirk. "Not your turn today, mate."

Bourne rolled his eyes and grabbed a rifle to defend the van. Bond threw the van in reverse and sped out of the alleyway.

As soon as they emerged, two black sedans raced towards them. Putting the van into drive, Bond sped down the street, trying to get away from the mercenaries.

Suddenly it just occurred to him, he had no idea where they were going. He yelled to be heard over the noise. "Where the hell are we going?"

Sonia jumped into the front passenger seat. Yelling in Portuguese, "Take a right here and go as fast as you can down this road."

With just a spin of the wheel, the van squealed onto the road. Unfortunately, this road had seen better days, and the van bounced up and down. Meanwhile, the two black cars behind them seemed to be catching up.

Bond called to Jason, "Bourne? Do you think you could throw those bastards off our tail?"

Bourne nodded. Grabbing a rifle, he swung open one of the back doors.

Peering through the sight, he could see the black sedans were right behind them. Swinging his gun around, he brought it to bear on the tires of the lead car.

Bourne opened fire, cartridges spilling out of the rifle and piling at his feet below. The lead car's front tires blew out violently, and caused the car to swerve into a wall beside the road.

Unfortunately, they managed to miss the other sedan. Wising to his tricks, the passenger of the other car opened fire on bond with a pistol.

Bullets pinged off the back of the van. Bourne quickly ducked inside. Peeking out, he could see the car attempting to pull alongside the van.

Spying a grenade in one of the bags, Bourne got an idea. Grabbing the grenade, he pulled the pin and let go of the lever. He counted: 1, 2, 3...he threw the grenade in the direction of the final black sedan.

The grenade missed the car, but exploded right behind the vehicle, shredding the rear tires. The sedan spun out of control and crashed into a sign.

Bourne smiled and closed the back door. Sonia told Bond to take a left onto a dirt road. As they sped down this new road, her face filled with relief, but was quickly replaced with fear. Up ahead, they could see a great large fire bellowing out of several houses.

"Don't slow down, keep going!" Sonia yelled.

Bond put the pedal to the floor as they passed the houses. He could see several dark cars out front, similar to the ones that had been following them.

Getting back on one of the main roads, Bond questioned her about their next step. "Now that the safe house isn't an option, where do we go from here?" Sonia pursed her lips, deep in thought. She pointed to the parking lot a nightclub. It was still filled with cars.

"Pull in here and let me think. I need to make a call." Bond pulled the van into the lot, and parked at the far end to avoid suspicion.

Sonia got out and pulled a cell phone from her pocket. While she was busy, Bond had time to ask Jason a few questions.

"Alright, where do we go from here? We're wanted criminals with illegally-captured documents in a city that has a hit on us. We need to leave. Now."

Bourne nodded, he knew that Sao Paulo was no longer safe. With ARES's reach, most of Brazil probably wasn't safe.

Unfortunately, he hadn't been operating anywhere but Brazil for the past year, leaving them without a reliable place to go, unless- J

ason snapped his fingers. "France. We need to go back to France."

James looked at him quizzically. "I know a man there, he can hide us until we figure something out," Bourne explained.

Of course, Bourne knew, he might not be too happy to see them.

Sonia opened the back door of the van and climbed back in. "Alright, I have a, uh, friend who can fly us out as soon as we get to the airport."

Bond raised a suspicious eyebrow. She sighed and rolled her eyes. "As long as we pay him all the money we have and all the weapons we brought."

It was a tough choice, but they didn't have many options, ARES would find them soon if they stayed here.

Bourne spoke up. "We know where we're going."

Sonia raised an eyebrow. "Do you now?"

Bond nodded. "France."

Sonia nodded and motioned for James to start the van. As they pulled out of the parking lot, Sonia filled Bond in on the directions.

The airport was a private one, on the outskirts of the city.

The drive there was uneventful, luckily. It seemed ARES was trying to regroup after losing two cars. Finally, they arrived at the darkened airport.

The runway was no more than a concrete strip. A small hangar was off to the right, and a few planes could be seen in it. However, the plane they were looking for, an old two-engine, was sitting on the tarmac, ready to go.

The man waiting for them, presumably the pilot, was a wiry, thin man. He wore a blue blazer, khaki trousers, and had a cap sporting the American Airlines logo jauntily placed on his head.

His whole demeanor spoke of arrogance. He spoke in rough Portuguese. "Where's my payment?" Sonia tossed him the keys to the van.

Meanwhile, James and Bourne got the "supplies" out of the van. He wouldn't get his hand on these.

The man climbed back into the plane, and beckoned for the rest of them to do so. "We can't stay here too long, you know."

They climbed aboard the plane and sat down in the cramped interior. To make room for cargo, the rear seats had been removed, leaving only a couple rows of worn seats near the front.

Bond deposited their bags into the cargo space while Bourne sat down in the seat behind Sonia's. He heard the engines outside, already on and loud, grow louder as the plane began to taxi down the runway.

Bond sat down next to Sonia and closed his eyes, finally getting some rest.

Jason, restless as always, got out the netbook with the ARES information. It was going to be a long flight, so he might as well take advantage of it.