Trev

Well, time to skedaddle.

I dropped from the tree. A good friend of mine would say I did it ninja style, utterly soundless. But those guys in pajamas ain't got nothing on me.

Unfortunately(for them) Shaw's boys had heard the shots and had apparently decided to check it out. Well, this would at least be entertaining.

Positions: three of them. Two were to my left, about two yards away. The third was to my right, a practically shoulder to shoulder.

Contrary to popular belief, in fighting multiple foes, you don't fight them all at once. That only works in movies. You manipulate them so that you only fight them one at a time. Which is what I did.

I leaped to the first guy on the left. He attempted to draw his gun, but I was to fast. I grabbed a fistful of his windbreaker and pivoted. I tossed him into the guy on the right.

His buddy had managed to get his Sig out. What you never do is grab the gun. That is just stupid, Obi-Wan. I placed my palm on the end of the barrel and jabbed with my elbow into his solar plexus. That action took less than a second and loosened his grip on his gun. I wrapped my fingers around the barrel and yanked it out of his hands.

I pivoted around and pistol whipped the guy I threw. Before he could drop I grabbed him and charged at his buddy. Buddy's training at the Academy in Quantico had never prepared him for this. To his credit he tried to push his unconscious comrade away. He grabbed his buddy's windbreaker to do so. Not smart, man. I shoved the unconscious guy to my right and left hooked him in his exposed left face. I hit my favorite junction on skull and jaw. A four-minute hit.

I whipped around and charged at the still bent over Gun-less man. A judo chop to the back of the neck, where the skull meets the spine, sent him to lala land. I did the same thing to the still stunned guy.

I took off running. I admit not the smartest thing with Central Park crawling with feds, and me carrying a M16 look-alike. I kept to the brush, staying hidden. My hunter-style woodland camo served me well. I became invisible in the brush.

I leaped into the water, in a collection of cat-tails. I kneel-ed till the water was up to to my neck. I kept my rifle above the water. I made it to the middle of the patch and looked through the scope. The Thermal scope allowed me to see through the plants. Force Recon's main job was to provide with real time intelligence on enemy positions. I was doing what I did in the Marines. Getting Intel.

Patriks

Well, looks like the kid's plan worked. Bourne was unwounded though. I guess he shot the gun out of his hands. And he says that he isn't a good shot.

I leaned against Shaw's car, wishing for a cig. I smoked all throughout high school but quite once I joined the SEALs. Running and smoking don't go well together. I used drinking to fill the void. I opted instead for chewing the ass off a toothpick. It wasn't the same.

I went over my cover story again. I was-and this is definitely worth trying to kill the kid latter- Special Agent Patrick Patriks, Office of Naval Intelligence. I had the blue windbreaker with white lettering and badge to go with it. Just reinforces my belief that Trev needs to get out more.

"May I help you?" a not-so-friendly-but -I-can't-really-complain voice asked.

I grunted and stood up straight. A small redheaded woman at about mid forties stood in front of me, Bourne hand-cuffed in front of her, "Special Agent Patriks, ONI," I flashed my badge.

"Agent Shaw, FBI," she flashed hers.

I pulled out a piece of paper, "Jason Bourne is to go into our custody."

"To hell he is," she defied and snapped the paper away. I never questioned Trev's contacts. He had more dirt on judges than any sane man should. So, getting a court order to release custody of a terrorist to ONI was very easy to him. This plan might actually work.

At least until she grew suspicious, "We just apprehended him a few seconds ago. How did you know we had him?"

Damn. No answer but the usual, "That's classified."

"I would honestly like to go with her," Bourne said.

"To bad," I grinned evilly at him. He blanched. Good. He already knew the surprises the REMFs in HOPE IN THE NIGHTMARE had in store for him.

Shaw looked pissed. I think that she didn't like being overpowered, being FBI and all. It had always been fun to watch the power struggles while I was in the D and D Unit in ONI. Crap. I'm beginning to sound like Trev.

"Shaw, what's going on?" a tall brunette asked. Kate Beckett.

"ONI is here," she seethed, "They want custody of Bourne."

"Well, doesn't really matter, right?"

"I don't like ONI," she admitted, "The pricks in there don't really share. A few murderers got away because they didn't want to reveal 'classified' information."

True. Look at what really happened in the Kennedy assassination.

And no I didn't kill my cousin. I killed his killer. Thank you, I will be here all week. Tip your waitresses.

"Don't hold the Kennedy assassination against me," I protested, "That was just business."

"Excuse me?"

"Uh, that's classified?"

"Hmm," Beckett's eyes narrowed. Guess she wasn't persuaded.

"I got the order. Give me the bastard," I demanded. Sooner I got out of here, the better.

They seemed to battle internally, debating following their orders and their obvious mistrust for me. They are cops, so they rely on their mistrust to get the job done. That said, they are also taught to follow orders to the letter. It was entertaining at least.

"Fine," Shaw said grudgingly. She handed me Bourne.

Good. Now, the final question.

Where did Trev park the car?

Trev

I saw through the thermal scope Patriks leading Bourne away. He would take him to the rendezvous point and have the retrieval team pick him up. Mission over.

I didn't have to let Kate see me. I could just disappear. I could continue with my existence, doing as I do best. But... something held me back.

Castle.

If something happened to Jenny, I would feel as he did. The very thought of it was painful. I didn't want to think about how he felt.

And Alexis would talk. Kate would be wondering. Castle would be curious. Loose ends.

I have to do it.

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