[Now it all comes together. Rachel. Of course it was Rachel. The shoes, that was the thing. He'd noted how weird that was himself. And how weirdly personal the attack had been, for someone he didn't recognize. But it made perfect sense. It'd just been Rachel in a morph.]

"... how long?" [David's voice is thick with anger, but surprisingly, there's little of it for Bourne. Bourne at least had the excuse of their history not to tell him. But Will? Tim? if Rachel was here, they knew. They had to know.] "How long has she been here?"

[He flashes back to that last conversation he had with Tim, how evasive he'd been when he asked him about his suspicions. Now he knows why. That fucker was keeping it from him the whole time. Will probably, too. Why? That was easy - they didn't want him going after her. His fists clench at the thought of being deceived, by people he trusted no less. At least with Bourne the threat had always been right in front of him.]