PROLOGUE

Sometimes the fates of people are intertwined; sometimes one person can make all the difference. One word, one act, can cause life or death for someone barely related.

So is the story of Jason Bourne to Aaron Cross. Back in the days, they were nothing to each other but another agent. Maybe a name the other saw somewhere. Maybe a few hints from his handlers getting edgy.

Back in the old days when they were both invested in the program—one by force, one by choice—only to come to the same end. They never crossed paths, never really were aware each other existed. Why should they be?

No more.

Too many questions bombard Cross when he reflects on the past week. An assassin in Manila. Why? What had he done to make his handlers so edgy? Dr. Shearing was the other piece of the puzzle. Why did they want her dead? What information had she come close to unearthing?

Bourne. Jason Bourne.

He'd heard the name. Never thought much about it. But now Bourne is another clue to the solution. And the only way he's going to find anything is if he finds the other agent.

Bourne. Find Jason Bourne.