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"I still don't like this."
"Dad-"
"Alright, I'll stop complaining—aloud."
He wouldn't let it go. He was so pleased and angry at the same time for what I had done. Joining MI6: admirable. Joining MI6 without my father's permission or knowledge: stupid. My father being the infamous Double-Oh, was grateful that I had taken up a job in the same field as he, even if, for the time being, I was an intern. That was the typical perspective of someone who wasn't related to me. However, when he went into father mode I had known I'd hit a rocky slope.
He didn't want me to end up like my mother, who had been killed in action when I was eight. But that wasn't his decision any longer; I was old enough to make my own choices and this had always been my dream. M was happy to take me on and suit me up for field work. The daughter of their best agent had to have inherited some of his skills, right? Not exactly, I inherited all of them, I just didn't show it yet. It was best not to reveal one's entire arsenal before pinpointing the enemy.
"Jackie," I rolled my eyes. Another lecture. Not that I wasn't grateful; it's nice to have a parent who cares about my well-being but perhaps he cared little too much. "Once we get assigned, you're not to leave my side at any point unless I tell you to, understand?"
"It's my first assignment, I doubt they'd give me anything impossible, like what they give you on a regular basis." I reassured him, though by the look on his face, he wasn't listening. In truth, I didn't know whether they would give me an easy or hard mission. True, it'd be my first, but I was paired with my Dad, and he had had thousands of insanely impossible tasks.
Debriefing wasn't as bad as I thought. We got our mission and headed down to Q for gear. Dad was muttering about how we wouldn't need much gear since it was an information mission, but M had insisted and that was good enough for me.
I was eager to meet Q, Dad talks a lot about him, like he was a son. No doubt he wanted a son so he could name him Jack Bond and be able to keep the initials and the name alive, but he settled for Jacqueline Bond, or Jackie, as a substitute. From what I heard, he was fond of the quartermaster, who was known by his own reputation as a technopath genius.
I have to admit though, meeting him was majorly underwhelming. He had the largest glasses I've ever seen pinching a red mark into the bridge of his nose and longer-than-usual thick black hair that barely maintained a straight stature. His face turned red when he saw me. I was at least two years younger than him.
"Q," My Dad said, snapping me back to reality. "This is my daughter, Jackie."
He clumsily held out his hand to me while adjusting his glasses with the other, "It's a pleasure to finally meet 007's daughter. I hear you're kind of a tech expert, too?"
I offered a smile and warily shook his hand. "Yeah, kind of. But what I work with are like dinosaurs compared to what you've got here." I explained as he lead me through the room to look at some gadgets that would somehow help. I wasn't paying that much attention aside from the basics of knowing what they could do and how they did them.
I didn't worry too much; if I needed them later, I would know. My subconscious mind picked up the necessities while I wandered where I pleased.
"This is an information mission, Q, why do we need all this?" My Dad's question snapped me back into focus.
"Well, you never know. With a Double-Oh, you could be going up to a vending machine at one moment and fighting for your life the next. It's best to be prepared." He explained, receiving only a grim nod from Dad.
"When do we leave?" They both turned to me as if I had been forgotten.
I watched the expression on Dad's face evolve to what I knew was regret. He spoke as he sighed, "I'm having second thoughts already."
"Uh, uh," I said, crossing my arms and standing a little taller. "I made it this far, I'm not stopping now. You can't stop what's already started."
Q chuckled, "You know, Bond, she sounds like you!" We both glared at him and he seemed to shrink, muttering something like 'good luck' as he headed for his workspace.
Now this lived up to my expectations. We were driving to France to collect in the information about some gang known as Voyous Muets; kind of like the French mafia. No problem. All we needed to do was sneak into their base of operations and hack their computer. Dad had guard duty while I hacked: a perfect match.
Getting into the house wasn't that hard; especially with a level-headed technopath in my ear constantly. Dad was keeping watch while I did my stuff and downloaded all their files. It had just finished downloading when I first heard the gunfire.
I grabbed the flash-drive and ran towards the door, only to nearly run into Dad. "Come on, we gotta move." He dragged me to the window where I noticed his shoulder bleeding.
"Dad...Dad, your shoulder-"
"I know, it's fine." He cast a line down the wall and pushed me out the window, I managed the first few feet down on my own, but the gunshots above me made me lose my footing and slid down. My hands felt like they were on fire and part of myself believed they were when I saw the smoke.
"Jackie!" Dad ran to my aid where I lay doubled over in pain from my hands and the impact on the concrete. I shoved my pain aside and ran to the car, avoiding the bullets since it was convenient. I dove into the passenger side of the car and Dad to the drivers seat. So what else could go wrong as we were being riddled by bullets through the dashboard? The damn car wouldn't start.
He pushed my head down as he pushed the keys forward, causing the car to finally rumble, but not obey his command. I clutched my side that had somehow sprouted pain, though I pushed it out of my mind and kicked my side of the car. It produced a good purr and Dad drove. I tried to ignore the ominous crunching noise under the tires.
"Jackie, are you alright?"
I was surprised at how distant his voice was, I shook my head to clear my mind but it only made it worse. I looked down where my hand was subconsciously pressed. When I pulled it away, blood covered my hand, red as a rose. "Oh, shit," I muttered. "Way to ruin my day."
"Oh, God," Dad whispered. "Jackie, stay awake, keep talking to me." He took my hand and pushed painfully against my wound. I groaned, but sucked in my breath to hide the pain. "You should watch your language, Jackie."
I let out a breathy laugh, "Now's not the best time, Dad."
He laughed as well, "It doesn't matter as long as you stay awake."
"Sorry, Dad, it's getting dark and cold." Don't as my how he did it while driving, but he had taken off his jacket and placed it across my lap. "Remember that song Mom used to sing to me before I went to bed?"
"Yes, that fairy song I used to hate."
I smiled, "If I see Mom, I'll let her know you said 'hi.'" I whispered.
"Jackie, stay with me-"
"Bye Dad," My breathing was slow, my eyes closing, my heart beat faint.
"Jackie-"
"I love you."
And then all went black.
