Author's Note: Thanks to Starfire201 (Glad you liked it!) for reviewing the last chapter! I own nothing of the Bourne movies of Transformers.

0645 hours-NEST Home Base, Diego Garcia

Captain William Lennox clutched his coffee cup tightly in both hands, cell phone pressed between his ear and shoulder. "Yes sir," he said over the phone to John Keller, his face pinched with stress. "I understand perfectly. I'll get a team together and we'll take care of it." He switched the now lukewarm cup of coffee to one hand and caught the phone with the other, snapping it shut to end the call. He shoved the phone into a pocket, coffee cup still in hand, and walked out of the kitchen and through the main living area into the early morning sunshine. The good thing about Diego Garcia was that even at six in the morning it was still warm enough to not have to worry about a coat. It was also one of the bad things about the base. Diego Garcia was always warm, making it hard to fall asleep on one of the frequent times that the air conditioners stopped working.

Lennox made his way down the path that led from the human barracks to the Autobot ones. He only paused outside the door to take a fortifying drink of his coffee before shoving open the human door and stepping inside. He glanced around the hanger at the still cars parked in the shadows. A silver Corvette Stingray near the door that had angled itself toward him when he stepped in was Sideswipe. His friend and brother in combat, Ironhide, was the massive black GMC Topkick and the silver Pontiac Solstice was the newly revived Jazz. The red and blue Peterbilt semi that began to shift up into the form of the Autobot leader, Optimus Prime, was next to him were the twin forms of Skids and Mudflap, each one a Toyota Prius. Then there was Jolt, a dark blue Chevrolet Volt, and Ratchet, a neon yellow Hummer H2 emergency vehicle. The only missing members of the Autobot team were Arcee, who had been killed during the battle with the Fallen and had yet to be repaired enough for the Matrix to revive, and Bumblebee, a yellow Camaro with black racing stripes who was Sam Witwicky's guardian.

"What is it Captain Lennox?" Optimus inquired as the others around him shifted into their usual form. Will ignored the question, too tired to talk for the time being, instead making his way over to the massive screen and flipping on the TV connection and searching through three channels to the correct news station. A tall female reported with dyed blonde hair in a massive pouf. She was standing outside the White House, microphone in hand.

"Thank you Janice," she said, obviously taking over from the woman in the control room. "The investigation is still ongoing about the murder of our Secretary of State, Anthony Hedges. Hedges was shot once in the back, rupturing a lung, and then a second time in the head, killing him."

The screen split in two now, showing a more seriously dressed woman in a neat button up shirt with soft brunette curls. "Does the government have in suspects?"

"Currently they are searching the tapes but the director of White House security is searching for public enemy number one, Jason Bourne," the blonde woman replied. "For those of you who don't remember, Bourne vanished two months ago after assassinating several government agents involved in a project known as Blackbriar."

"Thank you Ashley," the brunette woman said and the screen turned back to her. Lennox muted the TV, taking another gulp of his coffee before speaking.

"As you just saw, last night the secretary of state was murdered," he said. "No one can find any evidence about who killed him but they suspect Jason Bourne, a former government agent who went rogue three years ago and has become rather famous. We thought he was dead for six months along with former psychologist Nicolette Parsons until someone spotted he and Parsons on camera near Arlington, Virginia four days ago. That's why he's suddenly become a suspect."

"What does that have to do with us?" Ironhide rumbled.

"After the Egyptian incident Keller thinks it would be best to promote a good view of governments working with NEST so he's assigned us to track down the truth about this," Will explained.

"How soon does he wish us to start?" Optimus asked quickly, silencing any coming protests.

"He wants us to fly out to Arlington today."

1245 hours-Arlington Virginia, Apartment Complex

The government agents actually took longer to show up at their apartment than Bourne had guessed. Maybe it was because they weren't Blackbriar agents that would have checked all the surrounding cameras around the one that had caught he and Nikki on tape instead of searching the general area by foot or maybe because they were busy searching for some kind of evidence from the killer. Crystal didn't know the reason but she did know that it was a quarter til one when the knock came at the door. She stood casually and walked to the door, pulling it partially open with the chain still attached. "Yes?"

"Ma'am please open the door. We have a warrant to search the apartment." So they had checked the cameras finally.

"Can I see it?" Crystal questioned, pulled the chain off and opening the door to scan the document when the man from the SWAT team produced it. She didn't read long, only til she got to the part that allowed the team to take anyone in the apartment into custody. That was when she slammed the door in the face of the man, ripping the paper down the middle and whirling to sprint toward Bourne's room. She practically flew into the room, snatching the handgun from the bed and attaching the holster with fingers that shook with adrenalin. Then she swung the loaded backpack over her shoulder and shoved the window open, kicking open the screen out just as she heard the sound of the reinforced door Bourne had installed when they moved in being kicked in.

She didn't bother looking down, simply jumping out and landing crouched in the bush below the window. They lived on the second floor of a squat three floor apartment so it wasn't a far jump to the ground. Quickly she retrieved the massive Duke sweatshirt she had dropped out the window earlier that morning and pulled it on over the backpack, pulling up the hood and hurrying to the sidewalk, joining the crowd gaping at the cordoned off apartment complex.