Dazed and Confused

James Bond awoke to the faint but steady drum of waves against a hull. With eyes still closed, he minded his surroundings. He was on a yacht. Next to him he could feel the soft, warm body of Severine. It had been fun to be with her last night. She had been a lovely distraction but now, in the light of the day, her presence reminded him on why he was here. The boat was well on it's way to her employer.
James wondered how long they would still be going or where they were in first place. He got out of bed, dressed up and stepped out of the cabin, onto deck. Out here was nothing but the wide sea and some scattered isles on the horizon. They were in the middle of no-man's-land.

Eventually Severine awoke aswell and followed James into the broad daylight. He kept his gaze straight ahead, stared out into the vastness that surrounded them as she walked up close to him. "We should have a breakfast and get ready James. It won't be much longer till we arrive".

When a bigger island appeared on the horizon Severine tensed. "This is it. This is where we are heading." As they got closer James sensed something eerie about the island. Even under the relentless sun its vibes reminded James on a dark place of his childhood. A place he had hoped long forgotten. Severine told him a story about how once, many people had lived at this place. How it had been abandoned. Because he wanted it. "Does he always gets what he wants?" James asked. Her face was grim when she answered "More then you know."

James was curious about the things to come, about the person he would meet. He had faced many opponents during his career. They all had been dangerous, megalomaniac, greed-driven and vicious to different degrees but this kind of personal agenda was new. What fueled that man into putting up this much afford, just to let a single person suffer? MI6 had been the target of his attack but the true aim was directed toward M.

When they arrived at the solitary island James gripped the radio inside his trouser pocket and scanned the area. This seemed to be the right place for someone to hide from the world but could he be sure? There was noone to be seen. No human noises around, as if there was noone around this place at all. Would this just be a false trail after all?

Four figures emerged from a building and made their way toward the docks. As they got close James could see handcuffs hanging from one of the mens belt. Of course. It always had to be handcuffs. This was likely his only chance to activate the radio. He pushed the button and let it drop deep into the pocket. Hopefully Severines boss was indeed around here, for James knew, on the mainland, things got into motion the moment he activated it.

James let himself be manhandled by the four men. Handcuffs clicked into place. He had expected that Severine would escort them but a man of her boats crew grabbed her and carried her someplace else.
He was led into the building the men had emerged from. They came into a light-flooded room that contained a couple of laptops and what looked like mainframe computers and a server farm along its walls. He was seated into a chair. They tied his hands to it and vanished out of his field of vision.

James was just taking in his surroundings when the elevator, located at the opposite side of the hall, set into motion. Someone was coming down here, making a broad entrance. That must be him. As the elevator doors opened, James swept away any emotions his face might display.

A flamboyant man greeted James' view. That was probably the best way to explain his first impression by using just one word. He wore a creme colored suit jacket and a shirt that James wanted to frown about but he kept his face straight, or course. What really jumped into Jame eye though was the mans hair. Dyed so blond it almost looked white, causing a sharp contrast to the his dark eyes. The outer appearance was outdone by the way he moved and spoke.

He welcomed James on the island and started a tale about his youth. He told James about how he had cought rats in a barrel, while he strolled down the hallway in a manner that was... well, James wasn't able to label it. There was something menacing about him and he made a lot of nonchalant gestures, tossing in illustrating noises and motions here and there. James couldn't decide if that was a contradiction or reinforced the threat that radiated off the man.

He had a thick spanish accent. Wich meant M had been right. Right before James had departed to China she had voiced her speculations about who they likely dealt with. This man was an ex-agent of spanish origines who had worked for MI6 as Station H, before he was never seen or heard off again. According to Severine his name was Raoul Silva. M hadn't even given him a name and James hadn't questioned her. She seemed uptight about the whole matter. James had been given very little information about his mission, in general. The question that had remained in his head was; was it caused by the lack of data or more likely due to the fact that information was withheld from him? Doubt welled up inside him while he watched Raoul Silva moving closer.

By the time Silva got up to spot where James sat, he ended his story with "The two survivors. This is what she made us." The way Silvas gaze lingered on him made James uncomfortable so he stared back blankly. "I make my own choices." His opponent seemed amused by that statement. "You think you did. That's her genius."

James tried to change the subject. Since he knew who this man was so he might as well confront him with this knowledge. Silva confirmed that he had been working at Hong Kong but to James disappointment he didn't dwell on the topic. Instead he sat down on a second chair next to James, grinning nonchalantly again while he spoke. "You are still clinging to you faith in that old woman. When all she does is lie to you." M had never lied to him. That's what James Bond told Raoul Silva. And she never had. Not through all the years. Treacherous doubt spiked up inside him again like a poisoned stinger. But what about this time?

Silva seemed to enjoy the conversation that followed to no end. According to Silva, James had failed the test back at MI6. Revealing this information pulled a laugh from the man. And did he just wink at James? Silva got up to prove his point by offering stolen MI6 data about James.

"What is that if not betreyal." he concluded. Again he stood up, made his way back to James, came up into his personal space. "She send you off to me knowing you are not ready, knowing you will likely die. Mommy was very bad." There was a short pause in wich they stared at each other. Silvas gaze droped down to James collar and James was hit by the unwelcome feeling that he didn't like the direction this was heading. There was something about Silva that made his instincts flare more then usual around the enemy. A hand came up to the top button of his shirt and he involuntarily leaned back, let his discomfort shown. Silva observed him closely while he unbottomed his shirt further. James focused on what Silvas hands were doing while he tried to keep his pulse low. His shirt got pulled aside, revealing the scar that was caused by Eves bullet. Caused by Ms order to take the shot. Silva made a concerned face while touching his scarred skin. "See what she'd done to you."
James offered a snide remark. "She never tied me to a chair." "Her loss."

Silvas browes furrowed in concentration and he faintly swallowed while he let his eyes and fingers travel along James skin. "Are you sure this is about M?" James words came out rough. "Its about her. And you and me. You see, we are the last two rats. We can either eat each other..." Silva visibly swallowed this time as he eyed James body out of burning eyes. It looked like he actually considered biting into the exposed skin. Heat sparked someplace deep inside James. Thankfully Silva smiled, looked up and went on with an offer instead. "..Or eat everyone else."

James already thought Silva would change the topic but the next moment he involuntarily jerked back again as Silva raised his hand to... what? Cup his neck? And what next? Suddenly James' imagination ran wild. It summoned pictures he didn't meant to see. Was it the sly look on Silvas face or the way callused fingers ran smoothly down James neck? He started to pull amusement and pleasure from the situation and couldn't bring himself to feel repulsed while Silva continued his doings, even if he tried. "Oh, you are trying to remember you training now." A smile crept into Silvas face and this time it reached the mans eyes. He beamed at James while his fingers ran light circles along his collarbone. "What's the regulation to cover this?" Hands droped onto James thights and he had to restrain himself from pushing his legs against the firm touch to cause more friction "Well there is a first time for everything." James couldn't help it. He flashed a fanciable smile at Silva "What makes you think this is my first time." Silva pulled back in a mocking performance of a suprise. "Oh Mister Bond."

James could see a generous chuckle on Silvas face right before the man turned away from him, in the progess of getting up from his chair. James had almost missed. Almost. But he had seen it and it made him wondered just what he had gotten a glimse at?

When Silva faced James again his expression was back to business. He roamed the room and showed James what he did for a living. It seemed like Silva actually meant his offer to eat everyone else . But did he truly believe James would consider any of this for even a second? He certainly couldn't expect that. What did the man think? That he could grope at James for some and it would make agree on anything, just like that? The mere idea was rather offending so he retored "Now, everyone needs a hobby." Judging by the way his eyes clouded, James got the feeling that Silva didn't take a liking in the remark about this being his hobby . He glared at James "So what's your's?" James looked up at Silva. Daring. "Resurection."

For a moment it looked like Silva would turn away annoyed but then he stoped in his tracks and headed back over to James. Silva invaded his personal space once more in one swift motion. His hands came up, next to James' shoulders, and gripped the back of the chair as he pulled himself onto James lap. Silva kneeled on the seat with one leg and swung the other one over James thighs, trapping him underneath his body. "It would seem we are both very good at this game Mr. Bond." James just stared at him. "Mind sharing wich game exactly you have in mind?" Silva simply chuckled and started to further unbutton James shirt till it hang loose from his body.

Silva brought a hand up James' torso, his collarbone, his neck, let it glide through James hair. All the while he observed James closely. James had shut his eyes sometime along this progress. His head was tilted slightly by Silvas grip on it. Silva mumured "I hope you enjoy this Mr. Bond." James offered nothing but a cocky smile in return but truth be told, his insides were twisted. He had an internal fight going on. He couldn't decide if it was best to remain stoic, act along for pretense or actually allow himslef the pleasure he drew from this. "Well." Silva decided. "Maybe I have to try a little harder. Are you one hard to get James?" Silva shifted on top of James, breathed into his ear now, lips almost close enough to touch him, while his hands traced up James thighs, caressed them. Those hands well on the way up to James hips when there was a small clatter on the floor next to them. James heart droped. The radio transmitter in his pocked. Probably shoved out by the firm hands.

It was a tiny noise caused my a tiny object but to James it sounded like a slap in his face. He hoped that Silva was too caughed up in action to notice. He dearly hoped so. A few seconds after the sound accured Silvas mouth pulled away from James body in a dreadful slow manner. He was looking right into James eye. Both of them remained silent as they gazed at each other. Hungry, calculating.

Now was the moment were James tried to remember his training. Keep in control. Keep the pulse steady. Create the perfect illusion that nothing happend. C'mon Bond, he told himself, these are the basics. But how do you pretend to be calm if you are suppost to be unsettled by the situation and actually you are unsettled to begin with. Once he had known. But right now he couldn't remember. His brain was fogged. Silva got it right, he wasn't ready for this. All James could do was to cling to the desperate thought that maybe Silva hadn't noticed the drop after all and just stared at him to observe his handiwork. But no such luck. Silvas gaze dropped to the ground and James couldn't restrain a frown any longer. There went his plan to capture the attacker of M16 and M.

Silva on the other hand just let out a deep, disappointed sigh. "That's too bad James. What a pity. Really, a pity. Maybe another time and place then? After all, I want to see who ends up on top." Silva gave James one last suggestive look before he got onto his feet and turned to walk away. A short hand signal and his henchemen got into motion. Aside from their steps the room was quiet. Raoul Silva was leaving and there was nothing left to say.

The next things James could hear was the slow rattle of the old elevator, a shot outside the building, a helicopter taking off and, after what felt like a eternity, tho it could've only been a few minutes, the approach of another three rotor blades. MI6 was here but their prey was gone.