A Debt Owed
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Category:
1 through F › Bourne Supremacy
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
17
Views:
2,364
Reviews:
8
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own The Bourne Supremacy, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
My Target
Disclaimer: I do not own the character of Kirill and only claim responsibility for the original characters my insane mind creates.
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Prologue:
The rain fell in a steady stream. It had been for most of the day yet the streets and buildings stayed the same, the dirt remained. Three years that’s how long I had been away from this city and the country in general. I would have preferred to keep my distance, Berlin never agreed with me and I never agreed with it but recent circumstances had bought me back... A debt that was owed.
The espionage and black market business weren’t as profitable as it used to be. If it wasn’t for the fact that I needed the money I wouldn’t have troubled myself with returning to this dark misery. Far too many regimes, small operators and computer hacks who think they can change or buy the world. Trying to be invisible in this world costs a hell of a lot of money.
Chapter 1
The sun had long ago retreated behind the barricades of office blocks and history infused shop fronts and restaurants, leaving only the rain and the transformation of day into night. No one had bothered to notice that this SUV was parked across the street of the busy T-intersection for the past six hours. Or me, the woman inside, who rarely left its confines not wanting to be seen by the person I was searching for. It took the best part of four hours and an entire shipment of pirated computer games but my contact had assured me he was going to be there at the restaurant tonight.
A police car turned the corner, no lights or siren it was probably just doing a scheduled patrol all the same I reached for the glove compartment retrieving the map inside. Maybe they would just idly pass on by if they thought I was merely a confused, lost tourist. I glanced up from the map finding one of the male officers studying me through the windshield; in return I shyly smiled and fumbled with the paper pretending to be cutely embarrassed by his attention, perpetually cautious that the holstered gun at my side never showed. They moved on.
Another hour passed without incident or detection. The rain eased enough for me to see clearly across the street without using the wipers every few minutes. The traffic steadily streamed passed, it was as if I didn’t exist to this city, I wished it would stay that way. If he didn’t turn up then it would and I would be almost out of money, if he did turn up then I would have to make my presence know. Sometimes that went smoothly and according to plan and sometimes I had to make a screaming statement, either outcome was a no win situation for me. I would have ignored the black Mercedes that parked near the restaurant if it wasn’t for the rather tall dark haired man behind the wheel. I straightened in my seat and leaned forward to focus better and waited for him to emerge. I would recognise him then by his self-assured stride.
He was a confident controlled man, in his line of work you had to be. He knew what he liked and what he wanted and usually got it. I figured out that much within the first few minutes of us meeting. Someone had recommended me to him I didn’t quite know who. The one thing I did know was that he was on the run, escaping something or someone and he needed a substantial amount of precision firepower to stay in the shadows. The only problem was that he didn’t pay for the goods he took. I was stupid for letting him take the guns before paying for them, not usually one for letting my guard down or falling for charm in a man, this time I believed his word. Never again, payment was now well overdue. Cute smile or not.
My hand subconsciously traced the holster at my left side as I waited for him to get out of the car. If it was him then this was probably going to be my only chance to get him. I had to move quickly. The people and traffic on the street seemed to slow to a stand still, my right hand reached across my body to rest on the still holstered gun barrel as his car door opened. My other hand clasped around my door handle both at the ready. In one fluid motion he emerged from the car to tower above it. My next breath caught in my throat as I watched, everything faded to black all except for him. My target.
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Prologue:
The rain fell in a steady stream. It had been for most of the day yet the streets and buildings stayed the same, the dirt remained. Three years that’s how long I had been away from this city and the country in general. I would have preferred to keep my distance, Berlin never agreed with me and I never agreed with it but recent circumstances had bought me back... A debt that was owed.
The espionage and black market business weren’t as profitable as it used to be. If it wasn’t for the fact that I needed the money I wouldn’t have troubled myself with returning to this dark misery. Far too many regimes, small operators and computer hacks who think they can change or buy the world. Trying to be invisible in this world costs a hell of a lot of money.
Chapter 1
The sun had long ago retreated behind the barricades of office blocks and history infused shop fronts and restaurants, leaving only the rain and the transformation of day into night. No one had bothered to notice that this SUV was parked across the street of the busy T-intersection for the past six hours. Or me, the woman inside, who rarely left its confines not wanting to be seen by the person I was searching for. It took the best part of four hours and an entire shipment of pirated computer games but my contact had assured me he was going to be there at the restaurant tonight.
A police car turned the corner, no lights or siren it was probably just doing a scheduled patrol all the same I reached for the glove compartment retrieving the map inside. Maybe they would just idly pass on by if they thought I was merely a confused, lost tourist. I glanced up from the map finding one of the male officers studying me through the windshield; in return I shyly smiled and fumbled with the paper pretending to be cutely embarrassed by his attention, perpetually cautious that the holstered gun at my side never showed. They moved on.
Another hour passed without incident or detection. The rain eased enough for me to see clearly across the street without using the wipers every few minutes. The traffic steadily streamed passed, it was as if I didn’t exist to this city, I wished it would stay that way. If he didn’t turn up then it would and I would be almost out of money, if he did turn up then I would have to make my presence know. Sometimes that went smoothly and according to plan and sometimes I had to make a screaming statement, either outcome was a no win situation for me. I would have ignored the black Mercedes that parked near the restaurant if it wasn’t for the rather tall dark haired man behind the wheel. I straightened in my seat and leaned forward to focus better and waited for him to emerge. I would recognise him then by his self-assured stride.
He was a confident controlled man, in his line of work you had to be. He knew what he liked and what he wanted and usually got it. I figured out that much within the first few minutes of us meeting. Someone had recommended me to him I didn’t quite know who. The one thing I did know was that he was on the run, escaping something or someone and he needed a substantial amount of precision firepower to stay in the shadows. The only problem was that he didn’t pay for the goods he took. I was stupid for letting him take the guns before paying for them, not usually one for letting my guard down or falling for charm in a man, this time I believed his word. Never again, payment was now well overdue. Cute smile or not.
My hand subconsciously traced the holster at my left side as I waited for him to get out of the car. If it was him then this was probably going to be my only chance to get him. I had to move quickly. The people and traffic on the street seemed to slow to a stand still, my right hand reached across my body to rest on the still holstered gun barrel as his car door opened. My other hand clasped around my door handle both at the ready. In one fluid motion he emerged from the car to tower above it. My next breath caught in my throat as I watched, everything faded to black all except for him. My target.