The woman — his unlikely ally — watched him. “You’ll be hunted,” she said.
Bourne met them on a rooftop that smelled of rain and petrol. The woman who approached moved with the same economy he did, but her eyes were sideways, cataloguing exits. She said, without preamble, “You’re bleeding proprietary code.” isaidub jason bourne patched
“We made you a shield,” she corrected. “A patch isn’t perfect, Jason. It’s surgical, and it reminds you where the seams are. Find the seams. Close them. And when you do, we’ll consider removing the patch.” The woman — his unlikely ally — watched him
“Who patched you?” he demanded.
“You made me a target,” he said.