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Sp. Agt.Jason Bourne |WSB/S.A.| (M)

08/22/2011 05: PM 

New York...random

Jason Bourne had left New York in search of his parents..to only find Day 1..Ship hit the docks along the harbour, the docks, buildings were all blown to shreds. Bodies layed on the ground. Jason got off the ship and looked around at all the mess, the death of everyone whom had once lived here was great and strong..dropping his bag, the one bag he carried with him and drops it to the side. He heard a sound from a near by alley way. Alert and prepared, Jason heads for the alley way to see what it was, his gun out ready to make fire, to only find it was a stray dog around a dumpster. He brings his gun down to the side and starts to make his journey in search of findings...Some buildings were still in one piece but the majority of them were broken down, blown to pieces, looked like nobody has lived in the old city for years. Old city that was a day away from England. Many cared not to know this one still exists , mostly because of the Government hiding secrets that existed but wish for the public eye to not know.::Taking his cell phone from his pocket...decides to make a phone call..made sure the number is unknown and untraceable. When Jason spoke into the phone, he spoke Russian, something he knew among many other abilities, was able to speak in many languages. More of demanding tone of voice in the words he chose when speaking over the phone. When he was finished he flips his phone hanging up.::----- In New York ---FBI and CIA working on finding out where Jason Bourne had taking off too. A few of them pulled up the screens to see if he could be found in the US. No trace of him what so ever, some of the FBI worked with Jason undercover, the rest were frauds and were afraid of their identities and secrets being brought fourth.Chief Pam Landy: "....We need to find someone! Jason Charles Bourne!..."Assistants get on computers and start searchingChief Pam Landy:..."he's retracing more of his steps, looking for something, we need to know what it is . He is the toughest target you've ever trapped. He's really good at staying alive. And trying to kill him and failing...just pisses him off. He has the skills of a dangerous or thee dangerous man. Trained. Conditioned. Built to disappear. The governments top agent and he knows all the rules, the dirty secrets. When he finds what he wants and has been searching, he is going to rebel. He has already been playing their game ...on his terms.."Pam Landy spoke back and forth to other Agents questioning her about this.She is a CIA Deputy Director and Task Force Chief. Recently she has been expose to a project known as covert operation known as Treadstone and as a result met a former spook by the name of Jason Bourne. Although she has never met him face to face Jason has been a great help for her to expose to upper management in the CIA some classified and dark moments in the previous history Mike Doyle: "We have something Landy....he his going to find his parents...it is not going to be good on anyone's part if he finds out the truth..what happened to them.."Pam Landy : "Is there a file on this?" -she asks- -----Outside of England-------------Jason continues to search to find answers--Jason continues to search to find answers...the agents , government had no clue where he was going or was up to. Before Jason had made his way to New York, something had happened, but that is not a important issue with Jason at the moment. He heard a voice speak to him, he had to continue on walking in the streets , they had fallen dark, because night was coming as the sun starts to set.-"Doubt you can do anything to make me with that I was never born, compared to what was done years ago."-He ignore the rest of it , he showed no sign of fear for what was heard.-

Sp. Agt.Jason Bourne |WSB/S.A.| (M)

08/22/2011 05: PM 

CIA’s Operation Treadstone

Now Head of the CIA's Operation Treadstone.Bourne is looking for those worthy to join his new team.*Operation Treadstone*Is a top secret CIA black ops program, which now is owned and runned by Jason Bourne, recently the program before, taking over by Bourne, recruited only U.S. Service members to turn them into assassins. It used a behavior-modification program to break down the assassin's morality and make them effective killing machines. After the morality break down, presumably, the assassins recieved advanced training in sniping, hand to hand combat, and tradecraft. Jason Bourne was the last surviving member of Treadstone, and it belongs to him. But now a new team will be made and brought fourth. All will be working on this team, not just assassins.If you want to join, we will talk, see if you have what it takes. To learn more of the Operation Treadstone, what has changed and what will be going up against , message me

Sp. Agt.Jason Bourne |WSB/S.A.| (M)

08/22/2011 05: PM 

Old Starters

(part 1)Everyone has lived a typical normal life--Jason did, before he lost it all. Living proof of you must not be ignorant in who you trust. What if you forgot everything? You live moment to moment. So you search for the truth. But the truth is worse than ignorance. There's nowhere to go. But you find the comfort that you crave--and lose it just as fast as you had it. Gone. The past is resurrected, a new game plan. New enemies. One apology. In terms on how to put four years of your whole life forgotten. How it started?His Identity erased. His past stolen. It started when Jason Bourne was being pulled out of the Mediterranean Sea by an Italian fisherman. He had no clue of his own identity, or from where his gunshot wounds came from. He found out there is a bank account number implanted into his hip and realizes he can trust no one.Jason Bourne thought he had no identity or background, realizes he possesses extraordinary talents in fighting, self defense and linguistics. He had offered a gypsy $10,000 for a ride to paris to discover who he really is and why so many people wanted him dead. Jason races to unlock the secret of his own identity and discovers that he's an elite government agent, once was their top agent, a 30 million dolllar weapon the government no longer trusts-is what he was labeled, becoming their number one target.One time when I couldn't remember a damn thing about who I am...but he could tell anyone the license plates numbers of all six cars lined up anywhere he would be standing, or sitting.(Part 2)Sitting in a coffee shop, he could tell that there are some waitresses left handed, and a random guy standing up at the counter weighs 250 pounds and knows how to handle himself. I know the best place to find a gun is the cab of the grey truck outside--and at this altitude I can run flat out for a half mile before my hands start shaking. Now why would I know that? How cand I know that?...and not know who I am?: That was a brain rememberance, a flashback that appeared consistantly, among others all the time, no matter where Jason would be. Even though his life now, was coming back together. Along the way, he regained ownership of his families Multibillion dollar worldwide company, BourneEnterprises. Jason also has a double life, due to what the past has circumstances of his life--but very few would know about it. Now living in Metropolis as the cities new residence. Bourne had found himself drawn to a night club here in Metropolis called Club Zero, now he had settled in a black leather bound bar stool, by the bar. Jason's physical appearance, is about 6ft. 1, deep blue eyes-about an indigo blue. Sometimes dark brown hair--naturally, well built in his phsyic appearance from his broad shoulders, to strong arms, and his torso along such as his abs, however those were exposed as of right now. But his black leather jacket was tossed at the back of his chair he sat in. Wearing a dark blue, short sleeve short--a pair of black jeans, no one would assume that he had alot of money--difference between him and others, he never flaunts it. Proned to living two different kinds of life-styles so he was mutual, his own way of thinking--more of rebel like, headstrong.--he was a mystery of his own that isn't often shared with others. For a Tuesday night, Club Zero seemed to be so so with the business of other customers coming in and going. Jason rested his forearms against the edge of the bar, while he was on his second 12 oz half empty glass of brand. Daily News Planet Headliner : New Emerging Billion Dollar Company, Makes a New Settlement in the Metropolis City. (Part 1)Bourne Enterprises (Formerly kept hidden, belonging to a secretive agency/organization) Bourne Enterprises is owned by billionaire Jason C. Bourne. Main Head Quarters are based in New York City, Bourne Corp was found in the seventeenth century as a merchant house, eventually becoming a large multinational conglomerate. In addition to providing an income for Bourne, the various activites of the organization help facilitate his Bourne activities. Therefore he has a separate life besides just running a prestigious company. A apart from being once as the government's top agent--to being there number one hard to track down target. Described as the United States Government Property, of what they made him to be--what they put inside of him? A malfunctioning 30 million dollar weapon--using his abilities for other means. But much is unsaid of that aspect of Jason, perhaps what is heard or said and known about him. However--back to Bourne Enterprises, new emerging Divisions arising here in the Metropolis area. The company opened new subsidiaries, such as Bourne Shipping, Bourne Chemicals and Bourne Aerospace.Daily News Planet Headliner : New Emerging Billion Dollar Company, Makes a New Settlement in the Metropolis City. (Part 2)Other BourneEnterprise branches located in defined nation wide located areas are, Bourne Technologies :subsidiaries for this branch are "Bourne Biotech :Owned & runned by Tess Mercer: Bourne Pharmaceuticals, and Bourne Healthcare which runs New YorkCity's healthcare system. Continuance of branches. Bourne Foods, Bourne Shipping, Bourne Steel, BourneYards, Bourne Aerospace, Bourne Chemicals. Bourne Industries , Bourne Medical., Bourne Electronics, Bourne Entertainment. Many of these are withheld in other countries besides the United States alone. Sources say if other merging companies want a share you contact the new offices being settled here in the Metropolis area. Part One.Jason also has a double life, due to what the past has circumstances of his life--but very few would know about it. Now living in Metropolis as the cities new residence. Bourne had found himself drawn to a night club here in Metropolis called Club Zero, now he had settled in a black leather bound bar stool, by the bar. Jason's physical appearance, is about 6ft. 1, deep blue eyes-about an indigo blue. Sometimes dark brown hair--naturally, well built in his phsyic appearance from his broad shoulders, to strong arms, and his torso along such as his abs, however those were exposed as of right now. But his black leather jacket was tossed at the back of his chair he sat in. Wearing a dark blue, short sleeve short--a pair of black jeans, no one would assume that he had alot of money--difference between him and others, he never flaunts it. Proned to living two different kinds of life-styles so he was mutual, his own way of thinking--more of rebel like, headstrong.--he was a mystery of his own that isn't often shared with others. For a Tuesday night, Club Zero seemed to be so so with the business of other customers coming in and going. Jason rested his forearms against the edge of the bar, while he was on his second 12 oz half empty glass of brandy. Casually, Jason would observe Club Zero, casting his pure blue eyes around the nightclub. The first couple of nights, that he had returned? To Metropolis had been nothing but interesting, but Jason was use to the un-norm, check his past status.Part 2It was known that his buisness partner was brought in merge with his company, Tess Mercer who runs LutherCorp. Also he had made a deal--business deal, that she could run BourneBiotech. Many flashbacks of his past--have indicated several scenic places here in Kansas, moreso this particular city, much of Jason's identity had returned, but some remained vague. Due to what "they" put inside of him, he had his senses heightened--another double life that remains a mystery--to a few not, but most it did. :Operation Treadstone: Alot is said, or known about it--or maybe none at all, a Black Ops division that is top secret of the CIA but this time, it's different. Jason Bourne, had returned it--but before Bourne took it over. Treadstone once recruited only U.S. Service members to turn them into assassins. It used a behavior-modification program to break down the assassin's morality and make them effective killing machines. After the morality break down, presumably, the assassins recieved advanced training in sniping, hand to hand combat, and tradecraft. Jason Bourne was the last surviving member of Treadstone--a new team was brought fourth, always new members will be brought in, certain members that is. It still is top secret, and black ops program--even those in the CIA are not known to much about it, due to the recent incident in Jason's past life, of his whole identity being erased. Closely, he heard the sound of a bar being pulled out beside him, a young woman had pulled out. The bartender cast a hintful questionable look in his eyes, as he looked towards Jason to see if he wanted a refill since he was there. "Not this time Lloyd, a jack for a change up." Jason replied, with a semi smirk at the side of his manly lips. His voice was deep, very masculain, but smooth at the same time.Of course--it wouldn't be to much of a secret, for Bourne to be known, he was a number one target at one time right? A wiff of ciggrette smoke, taunted his own taste buds and could use a cigarett right now, had a pack. Jason's atention was caught as he heard a man's voice on the right of him.

Sp. Agt.Jason Bourne |WSB/S.A.| (M)

08/22/2011 05: PM 

Deadly Catastrophic destruction. -Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. Deadly Catastrophic destruction. -P

Deadly Catastrophic destruction. -Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania.Deadly Catastrophic destruction. -Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania.Land isolated, remained protected from the rest of the country-dealing with a zombie assault on Pittsburgh , Pennsylvania, where a feudal like government exists. The survivors have fled to the city. The city is protected on three sides by three rivers and on the other by an electric barricade.Some time ago, a catastrophe destroyed much of human civilization. The recently dead, for an unknown reason, had returned to life and took the lives of the living. These "stenches" multiplied rapidly by adding to their ranks with every new victim. Several years later, the dead greatly outnumber the living. Many of the living in the vicinity have fled to the city of Pittsburgh , Pennsylvania, where a feudal-like government has taken hold. Bordered on three sides by a three rivers and on the other by an electric barricade, the city has become a sanctuary against the undead threat. "Fiddler's Green", the center of this city, is where the rich and powerful live in luxury while the rest of the population in the city lives in poverty. Gen. Paul Kaufman rules the city with a fucken iron fist and overwhelming firepower.Gen. Kaufman financed the construction of Dead Reckoning, a heavily armored vehicle that can venture out into the world of the dead with relative ease. Armed with remote-controlled external heavy machine guns and video cameras to spot zombies on the sides, Dead Reckoning primarily functions as a moving fireworkds display base: zombies are fascinated by fireworks, and just like humans, will stare gaping at them while ignoring the humans moving through the streets around them. Unlike Gen. Kaufman, Denbo is respected by the citizens of the city for his work in protecting them from danger, as well as bringing them critical food and medical supplies, things which they can no longer acquire for themselves. This is the purpose of the "Dead Reckoning," and the teams that accompany it.  Music Playlist at MixPod.com---------------------------Black Ops A.Secondary BI Subdivision Computron Tech. Corporation reem'd Co-Op's ordeal production. Advanced networking development and IT communications company, combined voice, data, video, and wireless communications on a secre IP platform is transforming the way the world communicates--it's primarily sourceful in purpose usage and gain trust in the Military services, CIA-FBI offical and unoffical Secret Ops divisions' unheard about in the society's acknowledgement. Serves this Company provides expands providance to what it creates. Much remains unspoken--due to it's dark usage into the privare forces accessed for Black Ops, an' all of it's base-camps staked in original locations. --Location A is main base camp for Black Ops aka Covert Ops, or Special Forces Team {S.W.A.T}. Great Basin, Nevada described as your typical military landscape, extended wide-spread out grands, underground hidden passages underneath solid grounds-'Our missionaries work around the clock, without quit.' Jason's heavy dominant feel, slushed stomped through mucky sewer waters' contaminating inner ground tunnels. Sanctioned by steel black worker boots-black camaflauge pants' roughly-claimed snaked from around his broaden waist. Narrowing down each pant's until over lap his boots-mud spatters paint the material covering his knees. Loud engine sounds aggressively echoed above ground level whil'st Stryker vehicles zoom by--some vast speed other's crept. Steed rumbling reflected in sound barriers within the barcades. Sweat accumulated sheer layers unrestrictable claimed over his muscular upper-torso-exposed due to the only material warn is a black muscle shirt. Silver metal chains hung down freely, centered ontop middle core of his moistened bared shirt. Hidden Glock. .32 snuck underneath his left pant's leg. Each clipped to the back of his black belt, easily connected to other data -strategically able to interact through micro chips, wireless pieces."-Bourne, Shit a repeat of Raccoon City happened...again. In Pittsburgh." General Mills. called a secondary catastrophic even outbreak, destroyed much of it's humanity. Identical to that of Raccoon City. Many of the living in the vicinity have fled to the city of Pittsburgh, where a feudal-like government has taken hold. Bordered on three sides by a three rivers and on the other by electric barricade, the city has become a sanctuary against the undead threat. --------------------------Meanwhile.Welcome To an Identical Raccoon City!...."I'm cursed! Yes, that's what it is. I'm cursed by these damn outbreaks all over the world, happening and being covered up by the Government and the oh so famous Umbrella Corporation, who has lost a lot of millions of dollars trying to keep their bio-organic weapons on the low side. Specially, their zombie outbreaks. Stupid corporations, stupid Viruses..."Second Floor, Mark was already checking out room number 203. Three rooms already had been inspected and nothing was out of the oridinary. He continue to walk exploring ready to shoot anything that move. Where was their back up? They should be arriving soon, he told himself trying to ease the tension around his shoulders and stress. How did he ever get into this Job anyways? It all started six years ago after losing his wife and kids to one of those small out breaks in a small town located in Texas, no one gives a damn about deserted Towns...Mark shook his head as he walk inside a baby crib. This baby crib still had the toy singing this sweet soft lullaby. "Fuck..." there were babies running around here infected? How fucked up was that? Really fucked up if you ask me. This had to stop, who ever was causing this viral out break will soon get what's coming to them even if that's the last thing Mark ever did in his life! Swallowing hard, he heard a noise behind him. Heavy breathing following by the crack that the wooden floor made beneath him. The gas Mask made it difficult to see. Therefore, he slowly, oh so slowly turn around and was in shock when he saw a woman in her late thirties cover in blood. "ma'am, we're here to help you" Mark said softly but it was too late. Ammo flew out his weapon in matter of seconds. The woman's body collapse on the ground making a loud tumbling thud. "Mission Aborted! Mission Aborted!" Mark panics as he recall seeing his dead wife dying in the hands of his 10year old son. Two little babies were dead on the sofa, half eaten! It was too much to take.Jill heard the voice of Mark and quickly rose her head up and saw two shadows running down the stairs. Was it her comrades or zombies? Hard to tell, shadows cover the two person's running down the stairs. In matter of a blink of an eye, they roll down the stairs and blood splatter all over the wall. "Jill, let's get the hell out of here! This isn't your ordinary out break---!" That's all Mark manage to say as a zombie-creature like attacked him from behind and began eating the flesh from his neck ripping out flesh while blood oozes down the zombie's mouth! Jill quickly began to shoot it's direction / Both Mark and the Zombie roll down the stairs dead. Terrified, she ran over to her comrade to help him but he was already gone. "J.J. !!!! EVERYONE!?!?!??! Where are you GUYS! WHERE ?" She took off her Gas mask, and her blond hair was in a pony tail but some small strands of her hair got in her eyes. "LUKE!!?? ROBERT!?!?!??!?!" There was no sign of anyone else being alive...It was a long way down to the Lobby area. Would she make it out alive? Would any remaining survivors make it out alive from this Horror Corrupt Town of the dead? Or would back up arrive soon? She looked up and only saw darkness. Her body felt weak but at the same time strong. Darkness surrounded her. The flashlight on her weapon was turned off that way she didn't cause too much attention to herself. She saw some light coming from under a door? Should she go in or wait where she stands?The stairs to the lobby weren't ' far from where she was however, she couldn't tell because it was dark. What to do? Jill aim her weapon and turn on the flashlight ready to kill anything that came her way, without hesitation/ She looked emotionless and cold, but this is how you get once you have been through this before. In another Corner of the City...Denbo discovered that the man he got a car from, Chihuaha is responsible for the car's disappearance. Denbo then discovers Chihuahua trying to feed Slack, a hooker to zombies. Angered at this Riley, and Charlie save Slack and kill the man Riley was to get his car from so he could travel out of the Green. The three are soon arrested and taken to jail, where Slack reveals she was to be killed by zombies on Kaufman's orders, because she is actually an agent for Mulligan. Mulligan is an Irishman who once worked with Riley, but now has turned against Kaufman's class society and is tryign to gather rebels among the poor. Part of his anger may be that he has no way, aside from Riley's supplies, to gain antibiotics for his infirm son.Meanwhile, Cholo DeMora the second in comman of the Dead Reckoning team, having turned down by Kaufman from buying an apartment in Fiddler's Green has gone renegade. Having his dreams shattered by Kaufman - for whom he has been secretly employed (among his tasks the disposal of the corpses of Kaufman's murdered enemies) - Cholo is out to even the score. He threatens to destroy Fiddler's Green with the Dead Reckoning, which he manages to hijack the vehicle, along with Pretty Boy, Mouse, Anchor, and Foxy who all believe in his cause. His threat stands unless his demands are met. Zombies attack as he is leaving, but Cholo doesn't care and orders his crew to drive away without intervening, Kaufman turns to Riley to stop Cholo from exacting his revenge. He is assigned three other officers, Manolete , Motown and Pillsbury , all of whom work for Kaufman and provide escort. After Manolete is bitten, Riley interrogates the other two, making his position quite clear to them. He has a tracking device, so that he knows where to find the "Dead Reckoning." They get there, and wait. He goes only with Charlie, leaving the other three behind. Motown wants to stop him, but Pillsbury betrays her and knocks her out, then gives Slack safe escort to follow Riley. When Riley finally catches Cholo, he is very nearly killed by him, while the crew caught in the crossfire, including Slack who moves for Riley's defense. Motown arrives, and is attacked by a zombie. Her death provides a distraction, so Riley shuts down Dead Reckoning's ability to use its weapons. With that, Riley convinces him to allow him to take Dead Reckoning and leave the city to head north. Cholo elects to take the Woody, an old GM station wagon with out a roof, and to go west, Foxy decides to go with him, however shortly after this Cholo is bitten by a zombie. Cholo leaves for the city, wanting to finish off Kauffman, Foxy takes the Woody and drives him to the entrance, before heading to Cleveland. During this , Riley and his crew then notice fires in the city and head back to try and save the city.Meanwhile, zombies seem to have resumed aspects of their past lives: a former brass band blows ineffectively on their aging horns, a cheerleader carries her pompoms, a dead couple walk hand-in-hand. A leader has risen among their ranks; "Big Daddy" a former gas station owner who continues to amble out to the pumps ever time a fellow zombie causes the bell to ring, takes center stage as the leader of the undead. Unusually aware and intelligent, Big daddy directs some of his fellow zombies to use firearms and overcome the more rudimentary human defenses. The zombies are beginning to learn, adapt, and even communicate with primitive moans and grunts. In retaliation for the constant raids carried out by Dead Reckoning, Big Daddy ultimately leads the zombies in a massive assault on the human city when he realizes that the zombies can simply walk on the bottom of the riverbed underneath the water to reach the humans. The center of the carnage takes place at Fiddler's Green. Kaufman witnesses his kingdom coming to pieces before his very eyes as the zombies overcome the humans in a bloody massacre. As the zombies overtake the city, the humans discover that the electric fence defenses previously used to keep the zombies out have now become a wall to keep them in. -----------Black Ops Arrives. - back up.Black Stryker vehicles stampeed rapidly down abandoned and blood painted woods, leading towards the bordered City. A city now in the slumps, in which now deteriorated by an notorious identical deadly toxin spill-that had occurred nearly decades ago. 'Raccoon City, right? A city in the United States. This time ultimately became this one---and its outlying areas house several bionengineering laboratories belonging to the Umbrella Corporation and Kaufman's Fiddler's Green. These laboratories conducted by Scientists who developed viruses that can mutate humans and animals into zombie-like creatures. One of the laboratories, still reamins 'the Hive.' , it is located underneath the city's grounds and is the producer of the G-Virus. These Viruses are the plot devices driving the story behind the games, sabotage an security failures have unleashed these viruses and infected creatures, humans throughout the proximitiy an' a vial threat to spread an entire country.'Fucking imagine-predictions stand correct on traces and logical evidence leading on Judgment Day, proceeds? Threatens Our Continent? It's said first target is California-then we have armies of deadly robots aka machines and toxic consumed zombies ruling over the fucking world. Black Ops has it's share of abnormal assignments slab they are enforced to take on an get it done, until the end. No matter who or what is left through this'. -Effectively Jason narrowed his semi-dark brows, sophisticatedly his ocean blue hues remained settled in determined mode on the destructed city-before him. Combusted, deteriorated, blood splatter painted each crack, stone , dust of dirt as the plains had surrendered to it's evil spill to the sharded grounds. Scent steamed venging death as a dominant aroma-a turmoil fume-as though earth's natural cleansing was permanently destroyed. Creak immediately forged a command in sync control as a Black Blazer's brakes were haulted. Inches from steel electrical fences-bordering off from the rest of the Country, by the government's military forces. Specialize gas masks for them to keep from breathing the deadly toxins facading the City and it's residense, corrupted by the posion or not. Loaded in each of these Military trucks, that were already driving through were equipped. Boxes filled with artilery guns, carronade, howitzer, tank gun. Autocannon: chain gun, gatling gun, minigun, mitraileuse, grenade launcher machine gun, squad automatic weapon. Pleanty of handguns, to go around for extra backup, like a few captive bolt pistol, hand cannon, machine pistol, howdah pistol, revolver, arquesbus, bunderbuss, few sniper rifles, combat shot guns, submachine guns, the works.Stryker vehicle A slammed on it's breaks, permitting three men to jump out of the back. Prepared as explained prior, intact standard procedures heading out with their weapons to begin clearing out the devestation. Keeping alert for any innocent standbys who weren't corrupted by the virus...yet. Max is the last to jump out of this truck, steel boats hit the ground. He wasn't human not even damn close-vampire roughly 300 years old. Mexican descendent , he was use to these sorts of mission, hell no it wasn't his first choice. Shit blowing shit up always gets blood boiling. "Aight' amigo' we've entered through thee East Expo ditch. Four men are on procedure to guard the survillance gates back up. Others are already out on da' hunt , see you round partner." Max's apparent hispanic accent, returned a heads up.A walkie-talkie, he clipped back on to his belt around his waist. He disgusted scrunched his brows-the stench smell worse the vomit and shit mixed. It's ten time worse when ya' a bein' of enhanced sense. "Son'a biotch. LET"S get this shit cleared out. Show these magot bitoches' who's boss!" He bellows out, commanding a few men he had surrounding the truck. Shadows swamped through a nearby alley way. Groans, growls increased as a steed of zombies come chumping away at their teeth. Flesh torn off their faces, stomachs gutted out, blood spattered on brick walls. Max's expression? 'fuck this' cocked squad automatic weapon, it swallowed the bullets injected. Targetting each meat head, bullets spit through the barrel rapidly. Lodging through their head's causing them to explode and brain matter scatters it's trace everywhere.Meanwhile....On the otherside of the city an abandoned building had seemingly undergone a deadly threat. While Jill was inside downstairs, stricken in a state of coldness. Frozen perhaps in fear of unsure what to do? Discretely as an increasing, rumbling sound only massive vehicles conduct is heard. Rapidly it's superior engine sound approachs and WHAM! Concrete beams, shreds of a wall combusted forcefully inward, steel gutter of a Stryker Military truck's front end was aggressively collashed through the buildings' wall.   Dust swamps a massive cloud of dirt accumulated of this head on collision crash. A sheer metal sound is heard echoing from an abrupt left of the truck, it's driver's side door is kicked open. Jason's manly feet, protected by thick steel boats on each one, hit the pile of rubble. Wrapped around his male broad waist, is a weaponary belt,-black and shielded combat shot guns were attached. Brutually revolved his entire attention on two zombies, instantly cocked his concealed firearm. Amo is fired and darted through the short space an' longed in their dead heads. Aggressively their heads exploded while the bullets combusted inside each brain. Both zombies struggled and jolt before landed to the ground. Vaguely breathing,-whil'st intentional drenal blood rush kicked in. Jason's mascular chest faintly moves, at the same time his normal breathes are short lived. Lowering his gun to his side, both hands were shielded by black gloves. Immediately injecting the gun face down back into his belt, meanwhile at the same time rushed to the blonde's side. From what he could briefly observe is 'Jill Valentine' the Chief had mentioned to him, in brief detail. Agt. Bourne had his own priorities of researching specific individual on his own. 'his own mysterious tricks' however it remained sealed as a prime aspect of his demeanor shadowed about him. "Come on, lets get you the hell out of here. We've got enough vehicles, providing a sancuatized spot to hide if needed." He had a strong, dominant-masculin voice. Deep dominant tone-a natural sound he couldn't help it-a hint of alluring mysterious-head strong persona, illuminated his presence. Yet he remained calm, for Jill so she would be afraid. He gesturely nodded in a secure direction to get her out of this building, towards the trucks only opening. Armed with remote-controlled external heavy machine guns and video cameras to detect footage of zombies. .............Let the hunt continue......The strategic weapons to destroy it's deadly inhabitants are furnished an' stored secretly somewhere inside. Although what's unknown of the restricted weapons, carried in the bounds of his Blazer's trunk---and BlackOps' , discrete Jeeps "Stryker Vehicles." - No survivors are discovered or seen in it's ruins, although traces of the T- and G- viruses can be uncovered. As a result, the city is declared a restricted area and a biological hazard. An infrastructure largely funded by the Government. Similar to the Hive existing as a secret underground laboratory under the city. Housing more than 500 employees, the facility has an artificial intelligence, the Red Queen, controlling it's security . Similar to Skynet which in fact is also controlled by artificial intelligence. The theft and deliberate release of the T-Virus starts the chain of events depicted in the beginning of the cities now horror. The Hive has been reopened, by an unknown devious figure working undercover for the Intelligence department. Infected creatures spread out of the re-opened Hive into Los Angeles placed the city under quarantine. The city is nearly destroyed, visitors might want to beware, never know what is lurking the streets of LA. Once you get it, you might not be able to ever leave.Four black camoflauge jeeps spit dust beneath their black tires, as they vastly arrived. Parked on each side of Jason's Black Blazer-- the other team vehicles thrusted through another entrance of the city. Steel front ends of Stryker vehicles smashed in through the guarded fences. Shattered through piles of rubble, shards of glass their war tires forced over. Back up inside them-were dressed in Black Ops uniforms, consumed in black identical to those of space uniforms .A Jill Valentine curses under her breath as she took each step. Getting closer to a door. It had been over thirty minutes since they were allowed to enter the building which was sealed from all directions, the only way out was through the main doors they had entered.Difficult task at this moment, there was no going back. "Jill , check this room and I'll take the second floor, J.J. takes the lobby and The rest take the other floors above." Mark whispered among his comrads as each took their own steps towards their destination. Jill wasn't sure how she would react when she saw anything out of the oridinary or resemble zombies. Would she shoot em? Most definitely. No hesitation at all. Depending on who she was shooting . As she slowly opened the door knob, Her mask that help breath clean air. Made it harder to see at a 180 degrees angle. Looking inside the small living room ,she look away disgusted by a body that lay on the ground. There was a blood puddle surrounding the old lady's body. Her stomach apparently was dug into and her insides were ripped out. Gagging, Jill continue to walk inside as she pass the living room, she notice the stove was on. Which meant that the older woman was attacked recently.Turning off the kitchen stove, Jill kept her guard up. The small flashlight at the end of her gun's barrier illuminated enough to see. Nothing out of the ordinary..Dust swamps a massive cloud of dirt accumulated of this head on collision crash. A sheer metal sound is heard echoing from an abrupt left of the truck, it's driver's side door is kicked open. Jason's manly feet, protected by thick steel boats on each one, hit the pile of rubble. Wrapped around his male broad waist, is a weaponary belt,-black and shielded combat shot guns were attached. Brutually revolved his entire attention on two zombies, instantly cocked his concealed firearm. Amo is fired and darted through the short space an' longed in their dead heads.Aggressively their heads exploded while the bullets combusted inside each brain. Both zombies struggled and jolt before landed to the ground. Vaguely breathing,-whil'st intentional drenal blood rush kicked in. Jason's mascular chest faintly moves, at the same time his normal breathes are short lived. Lowering his gun to his side, both hands were shielded by black gloves. Immediately injecting the gun face down back into his belt, meanwhile at the same time rushed to the blonde's side. From what he could briefly observe is 'Jill Valentine' the Chief had mentioned to him, in brief detail. Agt. Bourne had his own priorities of researching specific individual on his own. 'his own mysterious tricks' however it remained sealed as a prime aspect of his demeanor shadowed about him. "Come on, lets get you the hell out of here. We've got enough vehicles, providing a sancuatized spot to hide if needed." He had a strong, dominant-masculin voice. Deep dominant tone-a natural sound he couldn't help it-a hint of alluring mysterious-head strong persona, illuminated his presence. Yet he remained calm, for Jill so she would be afraid. He gesturely nodded in a secure direction to get her out of this building, towards the trucks only opening. Armed with remote-controlled external heavy machine guns and video cameras to detect footage of zombies.   Stryker vehicle A slammed on it's breaks, permitting three men to jump out of the back. Prepared as explained prior, intact standard procedures heading out with their weapons to begin clearing out the devestation. Keeping alert for any innocent standbys who weren't corrupted by the virus...yet. Max is the last to jump out of this truck, steel boats hit the ground. He wasn't human not even damn close-vampire roughly 300 years old. Mexican descendent , he was use to these sorts of mission, hell no it wasn't his first choice. Shit blowing shit up always gets blood boiling. "Aight' amigo' we've entered through thee East Expo ditch. Four men are on procedure to guard the survillance gates back up. Others are already out on da' hunt , see you round partner." Max's apparent hispanic accent, returned a heads up.A walkie-talkie, he clipped back on to his belt around his waist. He disgusted scrunched his brows-the stench smell worse the vomit and shit mixed. It's ten time worse when ya' a bein' of enhanced sense. "Son'a biotch. LET"S get this shit cleared out. Show these magot bitoches' who's boss!" He bellows out, commanding a few men he had surrounding the truck. Shadows swamped through a nearby alley way. Groans, growls increased as a steed of zombies come chumping away at their teeth. Flesh torn off their faces, stomachs gutted out, blood spattered on brick walls. Max's expression? 'fuck this' cocked squad automatic weapon, it swallowed the bullets injected. Targetting each meat head, bullets spit through the barrel rapidly. Lodging through their head's causing them to explode and brain matter scatters it's trace everywhere.Meanwhile....On the otherside of the city an abandoned building had seemingly undergone a deadly threat. While Jill was inside downstairs, stricken in a state of coldness. Frozen perhaps in fear of unsure what to do? Discretely as an increasing, rumbling sound only massive vehicles conduct is heard. Rapidly it's superior engine sound approachs and WHAM! Concrete beams, shreds of a wall combusted forcefully inward, steel gutter of a Stryker Military truck's front end was aggressively collashed through the buildings' wall.   Black Ops Arrives. - back up.Black Stryker vehicles stampeed rapidly down abandoned and blood painted woods, leading towards the bordered City. A city now in the slumps, in which now deteriorated by an notorious identical deadly toxin spill-that had occurred nearly decades ago. 'Raccoon City, right? A city in the United States. This time ultimately became this one---and its outlying areas house several bionengineering laboratories belonging to the Umbrella Corporation and Kaufman's Fiddler's Green. These laboratories conducted by Scientists who developed viruses that can mutate humans and animals into zombie-like creatures. One of the laboratories, still reamins 'the Hive.' , it is located underneath the city's grounds and is the producer of the G-Virus. These Viruses are the plot devices driving the story behind the games, sabotage an security failures have unleashed these viruses and infected creatures, humans throughout the proximitiy an' a vial threat to spread an entire country.'Fucking imagine-predictions stand correct on traces and logical evidence leading on Judgment Day, proceeds? Threatens Our Continent? It's said first target is California-then we have armies of deadly robots aka machines and toxic consumed zombies ruling over the fucking world. Black Ops has it's share of abnormal assignments slab they are enforced to take on an get it done, until the end. No matter who or what is left through this'. -Effectively Jason narrowed his semi-dark brows, sophisticatedly his ocean blue hues remained settled in determined mode on the destructed city-before him. Combusted, deteriorated, blood splatter painted each crack, stone , dust of dirt as the plains had surrendered to it's evil spill to the sharded grounds. Scent steamed venging death as a dominant aroma-a turmoil fume-as though earth's natural cleansing was permanently destroyed. Creak immediately forged a command in sync control as a Black Blazer's brakes were haulted. Inches from steel electrical fences-bordering off from the rest of the Country, by the government's military forces.The strategic weapons to destroy it's deadly inhabitants are furnished an' stored secretly somewhere inside. Although what's unknown of the restricted weapons, carried in the bounds of his Blazer's trunk---and BlackOps' , discrete Jeeps "Stryker Vehicles." - No survivors are discovered or seen in it's ruins, although traces of the T- and G- viruses can be uncovered. As a result, the city is declared a restricted area and a biological hazard.   n another Corner of the City...Denbo discovered that the man he got a car from, Chihuaha is responsible for the car's disappearance. Denbo then discovers Chihuahua trying to feed Slack, a hooker to zombies. Angered at this Riley, and Charlie save Slack and kill the man Riley was to get his car from so he could travel out of the Green. The three are soon arrested and taken to jail, where Slack reveals she was to be killed by zombies on Kaufman's orders, because she is actually an agent for Mulligan. Mulligan is an Irishman who once worked with Riley, but now has turned against Kaufman's class society and is tryign to gather rebels among the poor. Part of his anger may be that he has no way, aside from Riley's supplies, to gain antibiotics for his infirm son.Meanwhile, Cholo DeMora the second in comman of the Dead Reckoning team, having turned down by Kaufman from buying an apartment in Fiddler's Green has gone renegade. Having his dreams shattered by Kaufman - for whom he has been secretly employed (among his tasks the disposal of the corpses of Kaufman's murdered enemies) - Cholo is out to even the score. He threatens to destroy Fiddler's Green with the Dead Reckoning, which he manages to hijack the vehicle, along with Pretty Boy, Mouse, Anchor, and Foxy who all believe in his cause. His threat stands unless his demands are met. Zombies attack as he is leaving, but Cholo doesn't care and orders his crew to drive away without intervening, Kaufman turns to Riley to stop Cholo from exacting his revenge. He is assigned three other officers, Manolete , Motown and Pillsbury , all of whom work for Kaufman and provide escort. After Manolete is bitten, Riley interrogates the other two, making his position quite clear to them. He has a tracking device, so that he knows where to find the "Dead Reckoning." They get there, and wait. He goes only with Charlie, leaving the other three behind. Motown wants to stop him, but Pillsbury betrays her and knocks her out, then gives Slack safe escort to follow Riley. When Riley finally catches Cholo, he is very nearly killed by him, while the crew caught in the crossfire, including Slack who moves for Riley's defense. Motown arrives, and is attacked by a zombie. Her death provides a distraction, so Riley shuts down Dead Reckoning's ability to use its weapons. With that, Riley convinces him to allow him to take Dead Reckoning and leave the city to head north. Cholo elects to take the Woody, an old GM station wagon with out a roof, and to go west, Foxy decides to go with him, however shortly after this Cholo is bitten by a zombie. Cholo leaves for the city, wanting to finish off Kauffman, Foxy takes the Woody and drives him to the entrance, before heading to Cleveland. During this , Riley and his crew then notice fires in the city and head back to try and save the city.

Sp. Agt.Jason Bourne |WSB/S.A.| (M)

08/22/2011 05: PM 

{Bourne Legacy} - another piece

  {Bourne Legacy}At CIA headquarters in downtown New York City, Kramer disguises himself as the Superior 'good' Agent. Sophisticated building, arised up in between two fourteen floor banks. From a verticle view point, five miles at a district left of 415 East 71st Street uphold's Time Square. An opposite distance--leads pedestrians Central Park. Tensions taintedly swamp sporatic agents, of supicious lurkin' feeling. It's muckin' threats gradually haunted inside Room 1201B, indicates '12th' floor. Quality of they're two monitor screens, were Government sensored base-authority capability to zoom in for a search or keep track of on-goings-either of crimes comitted an' silenced, or for those who initially use their Intellect. for what we'd perdict the tendencies of what the CIA should consist of. Green lines marked a survelliance grid-screening in on Monitor B-an abrupt left of Chief. Landy's standin' position, where she remained in front of the entrance. Kramer creditability smirk resigned from his boost-selfin' folds. He raised his shady right hand in a fist form an' covered his mouth-briefly to cough and clear his throat.Shadowy stamina drifted within the Conference room, whils't he forwardly stepped away from an angled window view. Behind him New York City's famous night life became prominent, now the hours concieved the sun's last second-it had been forcefully sunk down between two building's beyond the Brooklyn Bridge. Clark Poundstone, Pentagon Special Intelligence circles around the far borders in the office. Frequently strokin' his right hand through his sandy-blonde hair, peculiarly trembled inside in a fear. Without allowin' his fellow Superiors catch a drift.Landy had her insightful predictions, althou' she wasn't going to spill a damn word on the thoughts'-somethin' is about to occur, but what? Squintin' her greenish orbs' quietly she'd aimlessly study both these men, swallowed occasionally in dared peculiar concerns', but she glanced down an' crossed her slender arms. "How long have you hired this Agent, who captured the young girl in Baghdad for? Aware of possible consequences for these unjustifiable actions-right? Kramer?" She inquired, questionable reminded him-raisin' a thin blonde brow, awkwardly hinted the fact towards Clark Poundstone. {Prior - to Present}Prior from Jason Bourne's assignment, back in Baghdad containing the follow up investigation on the Green Zone activities. Due to Brown's help, Bourne's suspicions were confirmed that Al-Rawi met with Poundstone in February in Jordan as Poundstone's inside man. Martin Brown is a CIA Baghdad bureau chief. Who is an informant called 'Magellan' aka. Curveball, thou' Magellan is an area in Baghdad plains' within the warzone boundaries. Al-Rawi informed Bourne that he told Poundstone there had been no WMD program since the First Persian Gulf War; Poundstone apparently lied to his superiors in Washinton-so that Iraq would be invaded. Thus, responsibly hired by Kramer himself to further cover-up infamous conspiracies. American forces commence on attack on Al-Rawi's positions, and the general flees. Meanwhile, Bourne killed his captor an' races evidentally collected priceless documents. One face-to-face meet between, Poundstone an' Bourne when he warned him. Poundstone told Bourne that WMDs do not matter, thus caused Jason to violently grab Poundstone's ass sayin' "the reason we go to war always matters." then-they didn't resume, meetin' afterwards. Although before Bourne's departure he sent the information to all major news agencies around the world-who'd pound Poundstone into his grave. Or destroy his sorry ass-from his political career-Black Booked understood Conspiracy is that of Bourne's Legacy. Semi-demolished evidence revised Jason's cloudy memories-those pieces either covered up or stolen. Answers rawfully satisfied, but at the same time haunted an' tampered within his confused emotions. Did he want to remember what happened on Magellan's sites? Rapidly convertion between David Webb an' becoming Jason Bourne? An assassin for treadstone-would be just a piece of the past. Subconsciouly, in the depths of our Souls, do we hunger for peace-but inorder to succeed sometimes we have rewind back to even the horrors unjustified to what happened to us.{New York}'You are your own raw material. When you know what you consist of and what you want to make of it, then you can invent yourself.' Whil'st those Agents remain productive inside--ploy unknown to their knowledge unraveled stragetically. Discrete corrpute alley portrays somewhere to keep blank for Jason's intended whereabouts. Typical Bourne notorious assassin reigned over his dominant essence. Unknown black boots marked claimed as he invaded a forgotten alley. Blending in the shear darkness, provided by two abandoned warehouses--two choices to go about this.--and both are risk takers, but dynamically legit as logic an' reasoning. Either way-Jason wasn't prevailing to play nice, SJ is on the trail to retrieve Sebrina-he could feel the intense alert inside his veins. Kramer didn't gain respect in CIA headquarters for idiotcy-just because one is intelligent doesn't mean they're hunger for power drowned themselves in their own ignorance. Detectable clues, loudly elects Kramer as the vial ring leader of this whole fuck Bourne mess-from it's birth.-and I'm speakin' as far back as Webb period. "Ya' a cop or somethin' foo" gang stumbled out from a mere corner, hollow shell like-as though this son-of-a-bitch were a hermit challengingly coming out. He crossed paths with Jason, from behind-bourne's rapidly observed within the shadow reflecting this man's disgusting image. Goone wavered a knife in his left hand-raspy tone in his voice hinted a threat. 'If he was a damn cop?-then what?' Jason unamusingly shook his head n' sighed; he had zero tolerance to deal with this bull-time was fallin' and this wasn't helping. Lickin' between his closed manly folds' whil'st he sharply turned around an' landed his blue hues on the pertraitor.A short glimpse behind him, an unknown slender hand reveals, but the body remained mute. 'Looks like dumbass has been causing trouble for some time?' Resumin' his attention back on this scumb, Jason vertically draws out a Glock 32., upper cuts him in the jaw an' aiming the gun's handle then decks the dude between the eyes. Whil'st aggressively choking him in the strength of his right hand's grip, wrapped around his throat-then drops him to the ground. Quickly dragging the mute man, around back where a steel pole stakes from the ground--to handcuff both the goone's hands to it. Of course both Jason's hands reveal to be wearing black gloves, at the same time as he walks off the scene-he reached behind. Retrievin' an untrackable cell phone an' dials officials to come pick this asshole up, stating a woman was found dead by his gang doings. {CIA headquarters in downtown New York City} -CheckmateMeanwhile. "Chief Landy-see this is why your precious ass was prisoned. You denied your'self from properly removing the shield from your eyes. Failure in judgement calls is a flaw of you'res. Advise you repair it inorder to succeed the next time around, or pull through orders properly as assigned." Kramer violently rebuttle, chuckling inside his head. It's amusing board game to him, this is playing a chess game to him these are his pauns workin' under his command. Without a trace of evidence, effectively employed soldiers cover them up-zooming in across vaguely towards Poundstone who continuiously stumbled over himself.Sporatic coughs are heard from mouths of agents, surfing through their accessible computers. Some had headsets over thier head's. Vents rushed cold air through, debating in aggression with the hot temperature increasing sparingly. Out of predictions neither of them had succumb to grips with-an unknown phone call spawned from Poundstone's cell phone. He questionably seized his brows, scrambled calmly in gathering his cell phone.Flipping it open-it reveals 'untraceable?' "what?" he whispered under his raspy voice. It's propped to his ear, wrinkles dialate his forehead. "Poundstone." strains an answer, out of curiousity. Silence drawn a combustion of tension--"I know what you did." As serious warning, it was Jason who processed the call. Then line went dead. Thus, causing a out break riot between the two General Agents and a vast scramble between their workers. Rushing to trace Bourne's whereabouts. "Where the hell is he?" Poundstone spasms out, casually raising both arms out whil'st Landy sat back an' rather thrilled in the circus that was stirred. Kramer commanded everybody to get working, fast! "Sir all access is unavailable." one computer technician mentioned. Kramer strickenly glared responsively-"What the hell do you mean, access is unavaible?!--what the?" Zip. Superficial. Authority servillance monitoring, CIA compu. programming shuts off. "Well, Kramer call off the shots ; it's clear he's going to communicate." Landy predatorially steps around, as she strongly advised him.Whil'st they stampeed, squandered around their superior conferrence room like rodents fleeing from a raid attack--Bourne was prioritized an' dead on determined to demolished they're ignorance. Jason's existance wasn't in any detectable reach-but he sure in hell could witness close encounter from wherever he was. Sniper's precision rifle allowed a clear line-of-sight aim shooting, detailed advanced knowledge of the intended victim's travel plans, the ability to identify the target at long range, and the ability to score a first-round lethal hit at this long range, measured at least in hundreds of meters. Prepared-Jason provided needed stationary, magnum gps system miraculiously invented in one Bourne Coporate division, it's wireless access condensed in Bourne's satellites the building was miles back, behind this end of the city. Heat and contaminated sultry air invades through partially opened cracks, a left manly hand reveals to be covered in a black glove-extracted a none-traceable phone from it's closure. It rings-he waits until an opponent answers. "Where are you-Bourne?" Kramer demands, stressfully running his fingers through his hair. Staggering back and forth, through an imagery glance from a far distance-he'd barely shield Landy's mute presence." It's not the wise question to ask, Kramer-not in the complicated situation you got your ass into. You might want to seriously be of concerned of who I have. Trade for trade. Listen very closely to what I'm about to tell you. Tony-you released the young woman you had abducted and leave them be. This is between the two of us. You will get what you've deserved, give you the publicity you've been on the haunt for all this time--and of course I will back of Xander---your brother." Jason's precised, hand-in-hand deal revealed any but pleasant in the tone of his deep masculin voice. ..Amused smirk reversed in the corners of his manly folds, however unnoticeable due to his stealth hiding. Agent Tony Kramer, just as Jason came clean to the man's real name-now his so-called loyal team learned something new. Kramer dramatically debated inside his mind, factoring in what route to take-questionably enlightened on how or if Jason is bluffing. On the idea that his brother Zander is under Jason's reach now? "How do I know your not yanking at my nerves here? Persuade me to believe, my brother is under-danger and inorder to save his ass - I got to release Miss. Nikki? Relieve both her and your brother from my threshold? In order to strategically succeed, Jason you'd can't be in this State, let alone city!" Kramer rationally emplies, a simple analysis on the matter of face. "Lorenzo isn't returning his calls!" Spats off Proudstone he stands back nervously.Roof-top landing' on top of CIA's Headquarters, is Lorenzo a criminal who is or was hired to hit any individual pertaining of Jason by Kramer-out of a fast move. But--a black shadow stepped out from a vertical distance, at view point Lorenzo's body hangs over the cement railing from the roof-his sniper gun-laid awkwardly downward. Inside a dark-abandoned shelter area, beside a semi-cracked board lurking the outside--is a GPS mini screen. 'Did you cameras exist inside neighborhood lights? Are you aware of why? I can intrigue you in this much, government has abilities to invade and zoom inside our homes if the potential is a suspect and of course harmful to the entire country-they are unrestricted to the sources provided for them.'Bourne Enterprises unites in a specific division who had created a Satellite in which contradicts Superior codes, usually hidden inside the Black Book to be able to do the exact same thing. Right now a brother and innocent standby is at stake-an risks and sacrifices to finish this after smoothly sailing SJ and Sebrina home was resonsable for this encounter. "What's the matter Kramer, Proudstone bitching about another hitman-who's sleeping on the job again." timidly amused by his statement, diverting his ocean blue hues across to find that hitman motionless. "What leads you to believe I am anywhere near New York? Miami heat, sure feels damn good-Southern ocean air. Kind of has it's Tropical grasp feel to it. Zander taste is agreeable intriguing, right now he is walking to his frig, grabbing a yogurt." To conclude in this point made, even though 'they' couldn't see, Jason could detailing see Xander in his home inorder to make this logically close to being true. He didn't have to be in Miami either, the intended target is in his hands-a deal was conducted hours before this took place. Maybe a reason Chief Landy remained mute during this whole ordeal-mess that literally Kramer and Poundstone created themselves. Kramer swallowed coming to find an appeal in this satisfied idea of a deal he had waited for Jason to finally come forth an' make. Realizing it's possible Zander's life is in jeopardy-now a quick call over to the Foreign nations. The hired unknown in Baghdad is contacted and order to release the woman and back off.In proficient private secondary phone call, transferred in Martin Brown's office in CIA Baghdad's quarters. A claim to bombard in where Miss. Nikkis captive remained whil'st stampeeds of soliders busted in taking the ignorant man counterable . Leaving the young woman now open to her freedom. A simple Military nod between the two gentlemen before dragging their suspect off and into their Bureau's hands.Chief Landy steps out of the office, promptly carries a phone call out to the Superiors down in Washington informing D.C. head the official disc is in her hands. Poundstone is under quarantine that he is unaware of-awaiting for a shock that his ass is caught and soon will be taking into custody. Distant but is able to zoom in. Remain alertive an' observant in the conclusion within this Conspiracy ready to come to it's final realization not so much to the world, but to himself. The diginity, profound strength, vile threats which have been repeative within his Family would travel down a new revenue. One from a haunted past that apparently had to be connected. 'but why?' Jason swallowed it all inside his gut, the strain of this intense clearness? Before the events in Bourne Identity, he was known by birth as Webb, he had a Thai wife named Dao and two children named Jashua and Alyssa in Phnom Penh, the capital of Cambodia. Webb's wife and two childrend were inadvertently killed during a War, when a fighter plane strayed mysteriously into Cambodia, dropped two bombs and strafed a spot near the Mekong River. Due to Cambodia's neutrality in the war, every nation disclaimed the plane, and therefore no one took responsibility for the incident. Thus, began the elected train for an elite Top Secret Forces unit called Medusa, then gradually down the road-Treadstone came along. Vosen done his dirty fucked up crimes-more then once, lengthy list points out Charles, EJ's MIA incident an' partnering in the cover up with Kramer on this. Chief Landy had embarked in the illusion of a toy in this game of they'res perhaps a paun if you will. The one to inhale the blame in all their twisted foul play. Her assignment was to process Jason Bourne to return overseas an investigate to lure the truth on Poundstone. Who is the betrayal in the War active today in Iraq 'Green Zone' -Megallen sights were also used terminate official evidence on a cruel 'de ja vue' accurate find within Jason's mind, that this looked identical to the land demolished in Cambodia. Constructively, Kramer and Poundstone were incarcerated with authority figuration, both of them will be brought to justice while brought to society and publically put on the stand. Jason aware and slickly watched this take place, an amused smirk briefly shifted in his manly folds' corners-his breaths were contained as he sighed soundlessly. Frequently widening his medium-tone brows, clickin' on a phone piece attached to his left ear. Chief Pam Landy pleased, succeeding in her own freedom-resuming to her old career. She was alone inside her official office, a floor below the one they were all in-she had leaned forward on her steel desk. Shifting through future assigned works-dreaded silenced sigh linger through her female nose. Realizing her phone is off the hook, she pondered whilst reaching for it. "---bourne?" she paused. " I um--wanted to thank you. For the tapes and files. It's all tied off-it's over. Your family is clear. I guess I owe you an appology." while Landy surrendered, becoming sincere in her apology-Jason increasingly became viewable but not for her-yet.Of course wearing a complete black attire-jacket, pants the whole night damn yards followed by a black ear piece to remain in communication. The only ideal reach, she was capable of getting from him. He nod his head at the same time-casually mentally noting her legit responses. Genuinely-a typical Bourne smirk profoundly appeared against his mouth's corners. "Goodbye" Jason's thick voice dropped capping an end. Landy rapidly parted her mouth from the opposite end. "Wait-wait, un-asked for advice Bourne. Kramer will be enforced justice, now your cloudy past is clean--you can allow yourself to be at peace. When your ready-there is another assignment for you to contribute in. A secret FBI search for a serial killer unknown to America and could be a serious threat to the United States. It's been mailed to your office--unless, why don't you come in and we'll talk about it?" she then remained silent, awaiting on a proposal or maybe a real meet on official work assignment? Jason departed his mouth as though he were going to suggest a different idea--but briefly peaked out a vertical window. "Get some rest Pam." cocking a left brow, whils't he adivsed an reserved a brief smirk. "You look tired---" coy hint toyed in his manly voice-mysterious vanished out of mere sight inside the building directly across from the CIA headquarter's building. The whole time-causing Pam Landing to drop her phone and revolve around her desk. Nothing.-------------------{ Bourne Legacy -A Fresh Start}-------------------------------------- Aftermath..........Dust musks blown forcefully across a deserted plain field--a location extracted from Civilization. Harley's dominant stance, held up-ward at an angle beside a roadside. Not a vehicle in sight was remotely proceeding in taking up a challenge in driving through, to embark on some activity in the silence that was dominating the open atmosphere. Mountains distracted from a drifted far distance - covered by sporatic green plantation, the morning sunrise introduded behind their borders. Abandonded barn, pratically deteriorated was still capable of providing some sort of leanance for farming equipment. Quietness stilled an intense serene embrace - taunting within Jason's stomach, crawling inside his veins and debating and coming to grips 'finally' inside his mind. "Landy was right, now that I've remember everything -somethings I can lay down to rest." Jason briefly privately stated, however his facial expressions reflected according to his mind's words.His heart mildly beatedly normally, breathing in solidary air whil'st reflecting on past events prior to this 'well worth-new life he has been able to build up on' -kneeled down in front of a fire. One he had ignited after building a triangle stilt made out of wood-flames roughly burned their dried barks. Jason was capable of returning some personal photographs from Megellan, rolling them up before burning each one.'What if you forgot everything?' he swallowed and briefly narrowed his brows. Remembering vividly of past times, sometimes we have to rewind inorder to realistically heal. Inidividual, dividened flashbacks rapidly approached in the back of his head-only not visually but in echoed voices in a taunting approach. 'No it's not coming back! That's the point!.' You live moment to moment. 'I got to live like this--I--don't even know who I'm hiding from.' So you search for the truth--but the truth is worse than ignorance. 'You're a US Government Property, malfunctioning 30 billion dollar weapon.' There's nowhere to go - but you find the comfort that you crave --and lose it just as fast as you had it. Gone. Sweat penetrated against Jason's muscular jawline, as it' traced streaks from under his hair line of his forehead. Mid-morning's sun was increasing the heat rapidly as time dragged on. Resting one elbow on top of his lean leg, while burning a final photo into the trembling flames-he adjusted his other hand to press male finger tips across his forehead. An important memory concluded to a point to where he stands now, or feels as in the present of his life-now. 'Someone said, sooner or later, you'll remember something good.' Gradually, Jason stands up claiming his broad waists with both his manly hands-diverting his ocean blue hues, instantly he had viewed his watch around his broad left wrist. Interwindingly nodding his head, whil'st reserving such a loud reserved smirk. Indicating the appreciation of the life he does have now--"I do remember something good--all the time." It was almost morning, waking up from the American Dream-right? We are willing to suffer, to die for the things we care about. For love, for the right or wrong choices. Because of her, I had solved the case. My case. All of it. Who I am. Is it worth it? Saying that it never would, is a lie. Sometimes you get lucky. Sometimes, something good comes out of it. We remember the good everyday that you're reminded of. Something you know you wouldn't deserve in a million years. Something that gives you a reason to go on.Sweat penetrated against Jason's muscular jawline, as it' traced streaks from under his hair line of his forehead. Mid-morning's sun was increasing the heat rapidly as time dragged on. Resting one elbow on top of his lean leg, while burning a final photo into the trembling flames-he adjusted his other hand to press male finger tips across his forehead. An important memory concluded to a point to where he stands now, or feels as in the present of his life-now. 'Someone said, sooner or later, you'll remember something good.' Gradually, Jason stands up claiming his broad waists with both his manly hands-diverting his ocean blue hues, instantly he had viewed his watch around his broad left wrist. Interwindingly nodding his head, whil'st reserving such a loud reserved smirk. Indicating the appreciation of the life he does have now--"I do remember something good--all the time." It was almost morning, waking up from the American Dream-right? We are willing to suffer, to die for the things we care about. For love, for the right or wrong choices. Because of her, I had solved the case. My case. All of it. Who I am. Is it worth it? Saying that it never would, is a lie. Sometimes you get lucky. Sometimes, something good comes out of it. We remember the good everyday that you're reminded of. Something you know you wouldn't deserve in a million years. Something that gives you a reason to go on. -Jason Bourne-




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