The Bourne Ressurection
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Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
3
Views:
1,173
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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I do not own the movie that this fanfiction is written for, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Re-Bourne
Chapter 3: Re-Bourne
The boat like most shipping vessels was not designed for comfort, it was designed to allow that maximum space for cargo , we slept in bunks, I had made friends with a stow away cat and sat on the bunk in the now empty room petting the cat occasionally while I but the Uzi together , I had taken apart and cleaned many guns so it was not difficult , I slipped the now whole Uzi into my duffel bag ,
I got up and headed for the main room, inside this room were crates some small some large enough to hold a car , welded to the floor was a table the men were gathered around it playing some kind of game that involved tiny stones with Chinese characters on them , I leaned against the wall watching for a bit , I had kept the fact that I spoke fluent Mandarin and Cantonese ,after all my father was professor of oriental studies before he retired I also had learned french from my mother.
“The American watches” said one of them in Cantonese, the other laughed and shrugged and replied in the same language “so what were getting paid to cart him to china” he laughed again the third man looked darkly at his friends. “I was thinking ...he gave us 500 U.S. To bring him maybe his has more ...we could kill him in his sleep and take the money, dump the body in the sea ..” I then smirked at him and stood up can can try but ill gut you like a fish and hang your wife and children with your intestines” I replied in Cantonese my voice full of hatred. He blanched and shut up and stammered that he was jokI weI went out on the deck, to watch the sunset .
It was not long before I was called in for dinner ,a wonderful chicken dish ...I never saw the cat again .I read more of my father note book, it seemed bournes trade mark was a black bandanna at the scene of his kills ...I smirked as I looked through my bag sure enough I had brought my olacklack bandana that I used when it got cold out sometimes .
I walked up on deck we were about three miles out I heard the captain tell the man who wanted to kill me earlier, I moved swiftly and silently like a jungle cat stocking its prey ..I took out the small hunting knife I had acquired from my fathers drawer ,the man was pissing over the side...I snuck up behind him slapping my hand over his mouth “why don’t you try and kill me now?” I muttered in the mans own language as I slit his throat ..he gurgled choking on his own blood , I let him fall and watch as the blood oozed I scrawled “Bourne” in the pool of blood and covered the mans throat with the black bandana. I dropped my bag into a dingy and hid under a tarp sleeping.
In the morning we arrived at the busy harbor, the crew was panicked I laid still I occasionally heard bits of conversation the were scared, Bourne was a demon in their eyes for how else could the assassin still be alive ? . I lowereselfself silently from the dingy onto the crowded docks below, I felt odd I had taken my first life ...I felt a gruesome sense of amusement inside ..the man had threatened me and I killed him , I had killed to protect myself I somehow knew there would be other killings in the seedy town of Kowloon bay, for Bourne was back, the demon -assassin would make his name feared once more ...and then he would find out who killed his father and why he would have his revenge on every goddamn last one of them.
I walked along the streets and came to a old bar , it had three windows, two were covered with ply wood and the third was so grimy one could not see out of it .I took a seat at the bar and ordered a beer, I sat there sipping the piss warm draft beer and watched the customers come and go, I noticed the man in the corner occasionally had people come to his table and buy baggies stuffing them in their coats and hurring away ..I smiled as I watched him after a couple of hours his business had died down so I finished my sixth piss warm beer and walked over to him I sat down at tab table and he looked up, I pretended to be an American tourist and mentioned that I was in search of “good times” he gave me directions to a brothel,
I left the bar in search of the place , a brothel meant a pimp ,and I pimp meant connections , I was hoping to buy some passports. The brothel was like most in china, disguised as a massage parlor, I opened the door and walked up to the counter , there was an older Chinese woman perhaps at one time a whore dill age and use claimed her beauty, I asked for the owner and was shown to a room to wait .
The boat like most shipping vessels was not designed for comfort, it was designed to allow that maximum space for cargo , we slept in bunks, I had made friends with a stow away cat and sat on the bunk in the now empty room petting the cat occasionally while I but the Uzi together , I had taken apart and cleaned many guns so it was not difficult , I slipped the now whole Uzi into my duffel bag ,
I got up and headed for the main room, inside this room were crates some small some large enough to hold a car , welded to the floor was a table the men were gathered around it playing some kind of game that involved tiny stones with Chinese characters on them , I leaned against the wall watching for a bit , I had kept the fact that I spoke fluent Mandarin and Cantonese ,after all my father was professor of oriental studies before he retired I also had learned french from my mother.
“The American watches” said one of them in Cantonese, the other laughed and shrugged and replied in the same language “so what were getting paid to cart him to china” he laughed again the third man looked darkly at his friends. “I was thinking ...he gave us 500 U.S. To bring him maybe his has more ...we could kill him in his sleep and take the money, dump the body in the sea ..” I then smirked at him and stood up can can try but ill gut you like a fish and hang your wife and children with your intestines” I replied in Cantonese my voice full of hatred. He blanched and shut up and stammered that he was jokI weI went out on the deck, to watch the sunset .
It was not long before I was called in for dinner ,a wonderful chicken dish ...I never saw the cat again .I read more of my father note book, it seemed bournes trade mark was a black bandanna at the scene of his kills ...I smirked as I looked through my bag sure enough I had brought my olacklack bandana that I used when it got cold out sometimes .
I walked up on deck we were about three miles out I heard the captain tell the man who wanted to kill me earlier, I moved swiftly and silently like a jungle cat stocking its prey ..I took out the small hunting knife I had acquired from my fathers drawer ,the man was pissing over the side...I snuck up behind him slapping my hand over his mouth “why don’t you try and kill me now?” I muttered in the mans own language as I slit his throat ..he gurgled choking on his own blood , I let him fall and watch as the blood oozed I scrawled “Bourne” in the pool of blood and covered the mans throat with the black bandana. I dropped my bag into a dingy and hid under a tarp sleeping.
In the morning we arrived at the busy harbor, the crew was panicked I laid still I occasionally heard bits of conversation the were scared, Bourne was a demon in their eyes for how else could the assassin still be alive ? . I lowereselfself silently from the dingy onto the crowded docks below, I felt odd I had taken my first life ...I felt a gruesome sense of amusement inside ..the man had threatened me and I killed him , I had killed to protect myself I somehow knew there would be other killings in the seedy town of Kowloon bay, for Bourne was back, the demon -assassin would make his name feared once more ...and then he would find out who killed his father and why he would have his revenge on every goddamn last one of them.
I walked along the streets and came to a old bar , it had three windows, two were covered with ply wood and the third was so grimy one could not see out of it .I took a seat at the bar and ordered a beer, I sat there sipping the piss warm draft beer and watched the customers come and go, I noticed the man in the corner occasionally had people come to his table and buy baggies stuffing them in their coats and hurring away ..I smiled as I watched him after a couple of hours his business had died down so I finished my sixth piss warm beer and walked over to him I sat down at tab table and he looked up, I pretended to be an American tourist and mentioned that I was in search of “good times” he gave me directions to a brothel,
I left the bar in search of the place , a brothel meant a pimp ,and I pimp meant connections , I was hoping to buy some passports. The brothel was like most in china, disguised as a massage parlor, I opened the door and walked up to the counter , there was an older Chinese woman perhaps at one time a whore dill age and use claimed her beauty, I asked for the owner and was shown to a room to wait .