{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} -

Checkmate

Meanwhile. "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.