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Man, Kate sure did put the heat on Dano-man. I was impressed, she was almost as good interrogator as Booth. Almost.

My PDA beeped. Castle was receiving a call. By hacking their cell signals, I could listen in. it's five different kinds of illegal, but I murder people for a living.

"Castle."

"Dad! Body, DEAD BODY!"

"Wait, Alexis what?"

"In the elevator... get fast!"

Dead body? Elevator? I quickly changed the feed to my PDA from the basement to the elevators.

Snow.

Aw crap.

I launched myself out pf the van. I turned left, rounded the corner, and went right into the middle of traffic to his building. A car came speeding up to my right. Reflexes born of days of training for dodging bullets kicked in. I jumped up and rolled onto the roof of the car. I landed, unhurt, on the the street and continued on.

I burst though the front entrance and kicked open the door to the stairwell. I raced up the steps.

Kate and Castle were beating me.

I snuck up, quiet as a ghosts whisper behind them. I sprung, and elbowed Kate in the face, where the jaw meets the skull. The delicate nerve endings their would put her out of commission for four minutes at most.

I kicked Castle's knee and slammed his face into the wall. He blacked out.

I took her weapon and continued on.

I kicked open the door to the his floor. A small, petite redhead, no older than sixteen, pressed her self into the wall, as far away from the elevator as she could. Her breathing was erratic and shallow. Cold sweat dotted her brow.

I pointed Kate's gun at her, "Hands in the air!"

She jumped and did as told. I maneuvered to see what was in the elevator.

Well, I found Wright. He was in the elevator, his throat slashed. From the blood spatter, he was killed there. On the wall, where the blood hit, JASON BOURNE was written. I checked the emergency escape hatch in the elevator. It was open.

I ht the TEAM-LINK icon on my PDA, "He's in the elevator shafts!"

"I'm on it."

I looked at Alexis. I was running out of time. Kate could e hear any second. She was still recovering from her first concussion. I didn't want to send her into a coma.

"Cell out now!" I ordered. She did as told. Her eyes filled with fear and her breathing was getting shallower.

She was going into shock. Crap.

"Type in 'Jake Tanner' now!"

I didn't think possible but her breathing got even more erratic. What kind of teenager pays that much attention to wanted assassins?

I let my instincts born of years of doing this type of work take over. I gestured up at th emergency hatch, "Get up there."

She hesitantly obeyed. But it took so long.

Kate's time limit was less than a minute now.

I quickly brought myself up as well. I took out my emergency Benzodiazepine needle. Benzodiazepine, commonly known as Diazepam or Valium, is m muscle relaxant used by snipers to shoot more accurately. It can also be used to treat alcohol withdrawal, seizures, and in this case, anxiety.

In the blink of an eye, I thrust the needle into her neck. I don't usually do that in a fight. Mostly because the other guy is moving to much. But this is a little girl going into shock and my aim is excellent.

She begins to droop and fall. For someone of my size, weight, and maturity, that much Diazepam would only relax my muscles. For her, it was enough to put her out like a light for the next few hours.

I caught her before she could fall to the floor. Under neath me, I could her Kate call out,"Alexis!" and then swore as she saw the phone I left on the floor. I gently and noiselessly shut the hatch.

I pulled out the flexi-cuffs I always carried nd cuffed the unconscious child's hands together. I loped her arms over my shoulders and began to climb up the elevator shaft.

Let me explain: I have been called Spider-man because I can climb near vertical surfaces. In the COVENANT Project, we all have special skills. I, for-instance, am a walking polygraph, and am the best infiltrator of the twelve best assassins. My "specialty" as it were, is tracking. They give me a target and all the info, and I track him down. Patriks can speak the most languages, I think it is like 27 languages fluently, and specializes in destroying bodies. He can take a five hundred pound man and turn him into an unidentifiable pile of bones. I don't know how he does it.

Any way, since tracking is my specialty and tracking often involves sneaking into some records room gaurded by an army and high tech security, climbing comes naturally. And the elevator shaft is a very easy climb for me.

When I am not carrying a one hundred and twenty unconscious teenager on my back. Then, climbing is a bitch.

Good thing was, a maintenance hatch to the roof was at the top. Elevators have those for maintenance crews to get in and out of the shaft. Thankfully, they only lock from the outside.

I pushed it open and pulled us onto the roof. I started running to the next building.

I hate Hollywood. The only thing they got right was We were Soldiers. Awesome movie, by the way. They think that assassins prefer fast, flashy cars or dark SUVS. No. I am currently driving a green Suburban with tinted windows. I had the boys at the chop shop that I got it from clear out the back seats and mount computer monitors in their. It is the better disguise, because it is not a van, which attracts attention like a fireworks display.

I shoved the unconscious child in the back and started the SUV. We were headed towards the Bronx.

I was on the brige when my PDA beeped. I received a text from Patiks.

07

Aw, crap.