The Bourne ___________.(RPG)

*Looks up at Uncle Bourne*

"Where is my dad?"

i have no clue.. i'm going to call your Aunt if she knows anything.. - walks into main room and grabs telephone -

"Alright..."

*Sits on bed and organizes suitcase*

- gets the phone, and calls Marie -

Guy2: - wakes up and looks around, sees a gun on counter and tries to crawl to it -

*Looks at guy and aims gun at him*

"Move another muscle, i shoot your brains out, got it?"

*Smiles sweetly*

Guy2: damn.. even Conklin's daughter is hard core..

"I was raised right, then."

*Walks over and shoves him against wall*

"Care to give up any valuable info?"

Guy2: i ain't got nothing to tell ya...

*Puts hand at his throat and shoves him back*

"Are ya sure?"

*Smiles*

"I can be very persuasive..."

Guy2: not even your son of a Pitch (spelt it wrong purposely =/) "uncle" will make me talk..

"How about u tell me where my dad is, and i won't have to call my uncle and test your theory?"

Guy2: why didn't you ask him where he was going in the first place?

"....It didn't come up.... Uncle Bourne!!!"

yes... how are the kids... that's good. i'll be back in a few days... i love you. bye - hangs up, and walks into the other room - what's wrong?

"He woke up, and won't tell me anything, and says not even you can make him talk. And he called u a Pitch.."

*Points at guy*

- looks at him - it hasn't been the first time.. - kicks the guy in the ribs and looks at him again - you better spill it out.. before i get too carried away.

*Crosses arms and sticks tounge out at guy*

guy2: he could be in Paris.. he could be in Beijing, he could be anywhere, Mr. Bourne.. anything else you want to know?

your damn lucky there's a kid here.. or you'd be long gone..

*Flips opens phone*

"He's in...Where's this place?"

*Shows Bourne phone tracker thingie with a blue dot showing where dad is...o.o*

- looks at it, then shows it to him - where is this?

Guy2: how the hell am i supposed to know??

- smacks him - wrong answer.

Guy2: fine.. he's in Moscow.. idk where, just Moscow.

*Snaps phone shut*

"Moscow... Russia?"

yes. we need to leave. now. pack everything, i'll start cleaning this place.

"Sir yes sir.."

*Walks over to dressers and takes out clothes, and shoves them in suit case*

Guy2: - gets his hands free, then he unties his legs, takes out a knife and charges at Bourne -


i dodge, and block almost everything, he gets me every once in a while, i finally take the coat rack pole and hits him hard on the face with it, and catches him, and makes sure the blood doesn't drip on the floor, puts gun in his hand, looking like he killed himself -

*Claps*

"Very nice.."