The Bourne ___________.(RPG)

i'm not just a killer... i'm a good person to know when i'm not on a life or death mission..

"Yeah, i know. I was just messing with ya."

*Waits for elevator to ding*

- elevator opens, walks out, and walks to door -

*Follows him*

- opens the door and brings a small bag into the bathroom then walks back out - i'm going to get to work. feel free to watch TV.. but don't text or use your cell phone.

*Shuts phone*

"There went my plans..."

*Tosses it onto purse and sits on bed*

"I'll be here.."

*Gravs remote and turns TV on*

- rolls eyes - teenagers and phones. - goes into bathroom, and locks door -

"12,789 texts this month! (Thats from real life.. since.. may 8th)"

*Watches a movie*

- takes the hottest shower i can, then turns it off, then takes the coldest bath i can stand, once i'm done with that, i open the bag, and removes all its contents, starts to dye my hair blonde, and shaves. puts on fake color lenses, making my eyes brown, then puts on fake glasses and looks at self -

*Watches tv*

"Boring.."

- walks out and puts the stuff back in bag -

*Looks up*

"Who the heck are you supposed to be?"

i'm Peter Jones.. they don't call me the chameleon for nothing. i can blend into anything and everything

"Okay... Don't tell me i have to change my look, too. I'd die."

no. - looks out the window -

"ok, good."

*Pauses movie*

"So when do we leave for... Russia?"

i think we should today.. but my body says we need some sleep. rest is a weapon. your room is next to the bathroom. i'll take the master bedroom.

"Kay."

*Grabs purse and walks to my room*

you should try to call your dad again. if someone else answers it, hand it to me.

"Alright."

*Grabs phone and stands in doorway*

"Hmm."

*Dials his number and puts phone to ear*

- turns off TV then looks at her -

"Hello?..."

*Gives him phone* (Idk what to do...rofl)

- puts it up to ear - hello? i'm sorry, i must have dialed the wrong number. is there a Jeff Smith there..? no? how about an Alex Conklin..? listen, you son of a pitch, i don't care who you are, i'm going over to where you are, and i'm going to kick your as.s and leave with Mr. Conklin. you got that?

- hangs up and hands the phone back to her - i got his location.. he was stupid enough to stay on the phone for over two minutes..

"Ugh, kidnappers are so stupid sometimes..."

we'll go to the airport tomorrow. and then get your dad back. - walks to my bedroom - good night.