A/N: I owe most if not all of this next section to a recommendation by lazaefare, who suggested that I take a look at the dead operatives of Treadstone and Blackbriar after Bourne killed them. It's an interesting premise that I didn't originally think of, so I thought I'd throw it out there. After Supremacy, maybe after Ultimatum, too. I think it kinda ties in to what I originally planned, so let's see how it goes. (If I don't like it, I'll set it aside as its own story. Tell me what you think.)
And to all you fabulous reviewers, Jelly and the ever-present Darlian--thank you.
And Darlian? Yes, I think I'll add a little blurb later as to the convo between Pam and David. Maybe as a part three. :D
There was a woman, who lived next to a man in flat number 26N.
They were good acquaintances. Not exactly friends, not exactly strangers, they lived in apartments next to one another and conversed regularly.
He was not a striking man, but she thought he was good-looking all the same.
She was not an attractive woman, but he said that she could certainly catch eyes if she tried.
When snow came, he offered to shovel her sidewalk, and when he was gone on trips (the woman thought that this was quite often, maybe too often) she took care of newspapers and watered the plants on the porch step.
She was there when his apartment exploded, ripped from the inside out, his lawn showered with glass and blood and the flowers on his porch nonexistent.
They told her that it was an accident – a gas leak – but she knew the man was too careful for that.
Someone killed him, this nice man who lived next door and shoveled her sidewalk when the winter came.
She moved away before maybe they could come for her.