The Bourne ___________.(RPG)

"What?"

*Holds back a scream*

- police sirens go off behind us - now the police are after us.. - cuts through an alley way again, and hears gun shots behind - put your head down!

"You got it!"

*Drops head down*

"Please dont get shot! Or caught!"

i don't plan to.. hold on tight! - stops, and goes into reverse, making the thug car run into the back, speeds forward again, while the car runs into a pole - now that's left is the police..

*Hangs on to dash board, keeping head down*

"Oh joy!"

your taking this better then your Aunt did.. - sees two cars trying to close in on us, i stop, the two cars run into each other, and drives past them -

"And what did she do?"

screamed every second i stopped, sped up, or turned.. she thought i was a lunatic before i was in a car chase.. that made her want to run away as far from me as possible.. - turns corner, and rides on a sidewalk near the water -

"Oh, no worries... I'm fine... ish..."

good. again, don't tell your dad that i almost got you killed in a car chase. - looks back, then starts to slow down and goes into a parking garage -

"Oh, you can tell him yourself..."

*Sits up*

"We headed to airport?"

after we get rid of this car.. - parks it, and gets out -

*Opens door and gets out*

"What a relief..."

- looks at rearview mirror, sees i have a cut on my cheek, i ignore it and looks around - wee need a hotel first. i need to change my hair color, and clean this cut.

"Hotel..."

*Walks to edge of garage and looks out*

"There's one 2 blocks away"

ok. come on. and keep looking forward. if you see any of those car crashes, dont look.

"Sir, yes, sir!"

*Follows him* o.o

- stops for a minute, staring at nothing again, then shakes head - don't say that.. please - continues to walk towards the hotel -

"Oh, sorry!"

*Follows behind him*

it's fine. - makes it to the doors, enters the lobby, and walks up to front desk - hello, a two bedroom hotel suite, please - holds out a few thousand francs -

clerk: of course, sir. your name is?

Jones. Peter Jones.

Clerk: ok, here's your keys. your on the second to last floor. and your change

keep it. and thank you. - walks towards the elevator -

*Smiles at some guy my age and follows uncle bourne*

- eyes the guy, gives him a look, and goes into the elevator. - paris boys aren't the type for any girl..

*Rolls eyes*

"Guys are cute, girls like guys. Do the math.."

again, Paris isn't a good place to start relationships your age.. trust me.

*Nods*

"Sure thing. Trust the man who kills people."

*Laughs*