Skyfall 007: Mission Start -RELOADED-
Hello, everyone! I'm back in the game! And no, I'm not dead!
Now some of you may have read some of my other fics, so if you have, welcome back! And if you're new to me and my works, welcome!
Now, I know some of the original Skyfall 007: Mission Start readers might be wondering, "Why'd you make another Mission Start? And "RELOADED"?" The answer to that is because over my long-ass hiatus, I picked up on some new writing skills and techniques and now that I look back on Mission Start, I think it'd be better that it was time for a fresh new start. And plus, if you read the author's notice posing as Ch.17 in the original, congrats, you win a can of soda!
So yeah, Skyfall 007: Mission Start is now officially RELOADED and ready for even more action, gun fights, espionage, crazy hell and more Zelink and Sokai than the original had! Also, throw everything you know about the original timeline (comprising of Operation: Revengeance, Protocol: Omega, and the original Mission Start) out the window (since it's a goddamn mess after two years of its existence, but if you want to see how terrible they are, be my guest.) because this timeline is gonna be an entirely new one! For what happens to Inazuma and Ace, check my profile for their untold fates.
Disclaimer: I don't own The Legend of Zelda, Kingdom Hearts, Xenoblade Chronicles, or James Bond 007. They belong to Nintendo, Square Enix, Monolith Soft and Ian Fleming/Eon Productions respectively!
Long ago, when the world was new, there were two reigning relics: the Triforce and Kingdom Hearts. Left of by the Gods of Old, these relics gave power, wisdom, and courage to the land. But a war began and the relics were hidden away from the evil that was searching for it. The war created another relic in the process; the Keyblade. A weapon of key and sword and forged from the heart; it gave powers far beyond anyone's imagination to the wielder. During the War for the Relics, many have fought for it and the relics; some want it for restoration of peace, others for corruption. Thus, this made the creation of Light and Darkness; two opposing forces of Good and Evil.
The relics were forgotten over the Sands of Time, never to be seen or heard of ever again.
But the legend was told of in a Skyward Land, where the Hero of the Skies with the Blade of Evil's Bane and the Keeper of Keys with the Ultimate and Powerful Key of the rest, both wielding powers mystical and mighty, descended to the Forgotten Land in search of the Princesses of Heart and Destiny, also their loved ones.
But they were all too late.
For a manifested evil has stolen their hearts and used them to obtain the relics. The heroes fought valiantly, but the relics fused together to make the Kingdom Blades. Powerful than the Keyblades and the Ultimate and Powerful Key, the Kingdom Blades, one forged of Light; the other of Darkness, granted the wishes of the wielder and brings destruction to the opposing force. The Heroes vanquished the evil and restore the Kingdom Blades back to normal; but one had given into the Darkness, the other slayed by the corrupted hero. The Heroes then sold their souls to the Devil after the Kingdom Blades no longer existed to make their loved ones live once more, but with a price; they can no longer see them anymore.
Eons passed, as an evil sorcerer threatened to take the newly founded land of Hyrule into Darkness once more, thus, creating another War; the Hyrulean Civil War.
A decade later, two Heroes from the forest had just begun their destiny and to protect the Triforce and Kingdom Hearts by finding two spiritual stones and traveled across the land and fought with their courage and wisdom with the Princesses of Hyrule's help, only to find themselves lost in the Sands of Time after opening the door to Kingdom Hearts and the Triforce. The sorcerer took them and the Triforce split into three. Hyrule plunged into Darkness, with the sorcerer it's 'King'.
The heroes arose from the Temple of Time seven years later, motives revealed by the Sage of Light; they were the descendants of the Hero of the Skies and the Keeper of the Keys, setting off to find the other sages and set them free from the King of Evil's dark magic to help them on their quest. In a final battle, the heroes were fighting with the King of Evil violently, each taking blow for blow. The heroes triumphed; sadly being sent back seven years to relive their lost time. Another seven years passed; sadly taking their toll for succeeding on being among the living.
On the day they were to be wed with the Princesses of Heart and Destiny on their 16th birthday, an incarnation of the manifested evil from eons ago appeared and used the Kingdom Killer; draining the Keeper of Keys and Princess of Heart's lifeforce and powers with it to feed the Darkness. The Hero of the Skies' descendant survived along with the Princess of Destiny; but sadly taking her toll and paid the ultimate price.
Out of anger and grief, the descendant fought with the one who did this, paying the ultimate price as well; restoring the Light of his world.
His allies remembered him and his friend for what they have done for them; leaving their powers locked away until the next descendants arrive. Families of families had their children named after the Heroes; the powers weren't given to them if they showed true courage and purity as the Heroes did. Many tried; failing for showing courage and purity as none succeeded. All they wanted was to use that power for greed and personal gain; not for peace and prosperity as the Heroes did.
Now, another tale has unraveled. Another eon has arrived; yet, another chance for Peace for this eon has been plagued with evil.
For this era, the wheels of fate has turned for two boys named after the Heroes of Old on the sacred age of 12, living on the homeland of the Heroes of Old.
For these two, they held true courage and purity like the Heroes did: showing no fear in the face of battle, holding a balance of power, wisdom, and purity as well as courage where others only held power. Another fate has arisen, as this era of technology doesn't believe in this tale, handed down from generation to generation.
This is the beginning of a new era of peace…
A new chapter written…
A Saga renewed…
And Hope remains…
Hope for the Future…
Prologue: Directive 50-A: Reassignment
Thursday: September 1, 2012
Time: 11:40 P.M (23:40 PM)
Location: London, England, UK: Abandoned Hotel
In the cold darkness of an abandoned place such as this, you wouldn't think for a second that something was different with the atmosphere of the area, right? In an old, rusting and decaying building, no one would suspect something sinister.
"Well, well. Where is he?" A man pried, hiding in the dimmed out portion of the room. He sat on a makeshift throne, his hands folded as if he was plotting. If anyone were an aura reader, they would know that the aura of evil was emitting from him. His face was mostly hidden in the darkness, but the dim flash of his smile; wicked and purely sinister would be seen. The door burst open and in came another man. But this man's face wasn't look very human at all; more like a mess. His face was deformed as he was dressed like a homeless crossed with an American gangster.
"Sorry, Boss. We don't even know where he is." The man hiding in the shadows stood from his 'throne' and stood in the light, revealing himself.
"YOU FOOL! I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU TO CHECK AND SEE IF HE WOULD BE COMING!" He yelled at the top of his lungs, it made the floors in the building shake.
"But, Boss-"
"I DON'T WANT TO HEAR ANYMORE FROM YOU, YOU WORTHLESS FOOL!" He whipped out a Beretta from his holster and shot the thug point blank. Once that was done, he frustratingly groaned and picked up his Sony Xperia. "Do I have to do everything around here?"
"Hello?"
"Hello, Mayor Dawes." The man grinned, knowing that his plan is coming into effect.
"You! What have you done to-!"
"Relax, Mr. Mayor. They're safe… for now. I believe I called you earlier-"
"On a ransom threat." The supervisor of the city added angrily.
"Yes! Yes I have, and I believe that if I don't have my ransom, say good-bye to the two apples of your eye." He diverted his attention and looked at two girls bound to each other back-to-back, terror in their eyes as they screamed. The makeshift gags in their mouths prevented them from reaching their full volume to call for help.
One of the girls, beautiful as the grandest of precious jewels with flowing flaxen hair and eyes bright as sapphire; both messed up and filled with terror was bound to another. The other was just as beautiful, but with short crimson red hair and indigo-blue eyes; both the same with her partner.
"I'll be there with what you want. Just please, don't hurt them."
"Oh, I won't, as long as you have the money, and arrive here at exactly midnight... without the police." The hostage-taker put away the phone and faced his captives, "Don't worry. I'll take very good care of you two."
"Jeez, the boss give me the creeps." A guard posted outside the entrance to the hotel groaned. He was armed with a submachine gun, and so was his partner.
"You think? He's always yelling in our faces when we screw up."
"Hey, did you hear about what happened to Wes?" The first guard pried.
"Yeah. Got his face shot to hell because he didn't do his job." Once he was done with his answer, both of them heard a noise. Almost like someone whistling to get their attention. "What the-?"
Out of the darkness, a flash of light came out. A sharp pain followed the sight, originating in the neck. Unable to react to what was going on, the first guard fell to the ground.
"Hey! Wake up!" The other guard came to his partner's body, nudging him to get back up. When he saw something in the other guard's neck, he plucked it out. He raised it into the light.
A dart.
Before his words could form from his mouth, a sharp pain breached his neck. Like his partner, he fell to the ground unconscious.
"Tangos down." From the shadows of the area, a shadow with his gun appeared. Dressed in armor that looked similar to a space marine's, but blended in with the curtain of night, the soldier holstered his dart gun. His helmetless face was unable to be seen at this time, but he was able to see in the darkness.
He heard the rustling of grass behind him, indicating someone's behind him. The soldier drew out his gun, a Wolfram P2K and turned around. Standing behind him was another soldier in armor, helmetless too.
The armed soldier withdrew his P2K and crossed his arms, "You'd die in action if you're weren't too careful."
"That's what I said back in Arkhangelsk," The other soldier countered, focusing his gaze on the building, "So that's where they're held captive?"
"Pretty much. Where else is there an abandoned hotel on the outskirts of London?" The gun-wielding shadow tightened his fist, ready to beat the crap out of the hostage taker.
"Ready for another basic hostage drill, man?"
"Should be a walk in the park. Just only us this time, barely even a skeleton crew." He then set up a plan using augmented reality mode from his armor, a hologram appearing before him. A 3D scale model of the building formulated, followed by the hostage-taker's information and a strategy planner simulating all possible ways to carry out the mission. He activated radio comms and called an operative back at Homebase.
"Reyn, enable jammers and pseudo-call at my coordinates."
"Understood, Bond."
"Waiting on HQ to give the green light. Standby." Bond reported in, his companion on standby as well. Soon enough, a transmission from HQ alerted on the AR mode, the communications channel opening to receive the signal from HQ.
"Bond, what's your status?" The woman on the channel requested. It would seem apparent that this voice was the leader of the organization back at HQ and the handler for this operation.
"We just arrived at the Abandoned Hotel. I reviewed the blueprints of the hotel and the target's psychological profile. This won't be easy." Bond replied back.
"Bond, I need this operation to be a complete success and to make sure our agency's not involved with this. Keep the collateral damage to a minimum and rescue the hostages. There was a reason why Dawes came to us for this mission, so remind him how our reputation is the best of expectations."
"But what about Irons?" The agent inquired.
"Bring him in to HQ, alive. The Mets can't seem to handle Irons, especially with his current mental state. We'll take care of him."
"Is that all?"
"Yes. You now have the green light for the operation. M Out." The comms channel deactivated, along with the AR's holographic displays. Bond turned over to his partner, whom nodded back and understood their orders. The both of them withdrew their guns- the other agent's a Walther PPK/S- and screwed on suppressors before holstering them again.
Before long, metallic parts began to protrude from the neckguards of the armors, wrapping themselves against the agents' heads. In a short time, the metal parts fused together and transformed into helmets concealing their identities. Aiming their wrists at the building, their armors revealed wrist-mounted launchers, an end of a projectile peeking out of the launcher. The helmets coordinated the launcher's range and accuracy, locking on to an area and fired. The projectile flew through the darkness of night, a cable connecting the launcher to the shell as it hit it's mark.
Irons checked his watch, anticipating for Mayor Dawes to arrive with his part of the ransom. It read 11:50. There was no way that anyone would make it at midnight if they left now. "WHERE THE HELL IS HE?!" He raged. "IT'S TEN TO MIDNIGHT, AND STILL HE NEVER BOTHERS TO SHOW UP! WELL, I'D NEVER-"
The door leading to his room was knocked, the insane man even more frustrated as he walked towards it. The door opened, revealing one of his goons. "Well!? Where's-?!"
The goon doubled over, falling face-first to the ground. Before Irons could react, a shadow appeared where the goon fell and jabbed at his face. He flew backwards into the light, impressed by the man's strength. He wiped his mouth clean of the blood that began to spill, "Who the hell are you?"
"Give it up, Irons. Your plan is shot down." The shadow stepped into the light, revealing himself to be Bond; the dim golden visor in his helmet reflecting off on Irons.
"You're not HCNU or a Met…"
"Enough talk, you're under arrest for kidnapping and holding ransom." As Bond walked up to Irons, the hostage-taker began to crawl.
"Really? Because I don't THINK SO!" Irons got back up on his feet, a knife now in his hand as he began to attack the agent. He swiped wildly with the weapon at Bond, but the rescuer knew better and swiftly evaded all of the attacks. When he swiped for the final time, he stabbed forward. Bond threw his arm up and anticipated the attack.
The stainless steel blade somehow snapped in two, shattering when the blade struck hard with the agent's armored arm. Irons cowered back, adverting his eyes back and forth between his broken weapon and the soldier. The arm that was used to break- and block- the bladed weapon didn't even earn a dent from the hit. Or even a scratch.
"How-?! These blades weren't supposed to break that easily!"
Under his helmet, Bond grinned internally, "My turn." He cracked his armored knuckles as he once again stepped up towards the insane hostage taker. "Block and dodge this."
He threw another fist, causing his target to double over. He kept throwing a barrage of fists at Irons, each and every one growing more painful than the last. When Bond was done, he finished his chained barrage with a bone-smashing uppercut. The target once again flew back, sliding against the floor. Bond's knuckles were stained with crimson blood, the satisfaction of beating Irons nearly to a pulp signaled in the blood.
"What… the hell are you…?"
"Just an agent. Now stay down." Irons' hand sneakily went to where his handgun was holstered, smirking as his hand found the grip.
"GO TO HELL!" He quickly drew his Beretta and shot at the agent. The bullet tore through the only vital, yet so vulnerable that it was delicate part of his helmet. The gold-tinted visor.
Bond recoiled back, sprawling on the floor after the shot shattered his visor. The point the bullet hit and shattered was where one of his eyes laid behind it. He raised his arm to get back up, but he was so weak from the shot and his arm plopped down. Bond laid there dead as Irons cackled at his victory.
"Just an agent", huh? You're one pathetic excuse for a bloody agent!" As Irons turned around and began to pace towards the door, he heard metal clashing with the concrete floor.
"You shouldn't have done that…"
Irons turned back, his eyes widening with the fullest of fears when he saw it. Bond was standing tall, alive! Through the shattered portion of the golden visor, Irons saw that Bond's exposed eye wasn't even punctured by the material the visor had and was unnaturally crimson red; not from the shot that should've killed him. The red that came from his eye tore through Iron's psyche and mental state.
"Enjoy your temporary moment of triumph; it will be your last!"
"How-?! You should be dead!" Irons raised his Beretta and shot at Bond, who as walking towards him as if he was a reanimated corpse. The bullets from the semiautomatic only bounced off the agent's armor when they impacted, and when Irons again shot at the visor, they only stopped mere inches away from the golden visor, almost as if there was an invisible wall before the area.
The Beretta cocked backwards, followed by a click from the gun. Irons looked in the chamber of his weapon. Empty.
"Thirteen shots. You're out." Bond reached for his holster, drawing out his silenced Wolfram and cocking the slide. "You had your fifteen, now I'll have my sixteen!" He shot the first round into the target's gun wielding hand, causing him to drop the weapon and another to make sure the gun was far from Irons. The next following shots began at the feet, then his lower leg and finally ended at his kneecaps.
The hostage taker doubled over on the floor, arms over his legs as he was shot down in the most crippling but not fatal fashion. Bond hit the magazine catch on his P2K, the magazine dropping down to the floor as he slammed in a new one and reloaded. He pointed the silenced semiautomatic at Irons' head, ready to finish him off. Bring him in to HQ, alive. The echoing voice of the mission's handler rang through his head, forcing him to retract the gun in it's holster as he went to the door. Standing in the hallway was his partner for this mission, who noticed the cracked visor.
"What the bloody hell happened to you?"
"Lucky bastard shot my visor. Don't worry, I made sure he won't be a problem to you." With that said, Bond walked towards the stairwell.
"Where are you going?"
Bond turned around to face his partner, the red glow from his unprotected eye under the helmet now faded away. "To get the hostages out of here."
Bond looked up at the stairwell, enabling his AR mode in his helmet. Despite the visor being broken, it still worked. He looked up, seeing two people on a floor above his. The sonar scanner cross referenced with the hotel's design blueprints, identifying the floor they were held captive. Floor 50, room 300-A, huh? Shouldn't take too long. He aimed his wrist launcher at the very top of the ceiling that covered this area of the building, launching the cable again. The hook failed to hit the ceiling, but it hit the railing on the stairwell at the very top. Once the hook wound tightly against the railing, it began to pull the agent upwards. Beats having to take the stairs up.
When his AR indicated he was on the floor the hostages were held, he grabbed hold of the handrail and climbed up it. Bond stood on solid ground again, the cable unlatching from where it secured itself and returned to his launcher. He traversed through the hallway, his sonar and thermal imaging hybrid sensors alerting him that he's near the hostages. Eventually, he found the door to room 300-A, and his sensors blared out that the hostages were behind this door. He closed his eyes and concentrated, sensing as if it wasn't only the three of them on this floor.
Scruuuunch…
Reopening his eyes at the drop of a hat, his assumption was correct as he whipped to the right of the hallway, quickly drawing out his P2K and shot in the darkness. Screams of pain followed the shots he fired, thugs dropping dead after being shot with jacketed hollow point ammo. Glaring his eyes, he anticipated even more guards at this position, ready to pull the trigger.
But no more came.
Geez, talk about a real walk in the park. He kept his gun at the ready and finger off the trigger as he opened the door cautiously. When he stepped into the room, he saw the two hostages in the center of the suite, unconscious but still alive. Cautious, he stepped over to the girls, kneeling in front of the blonde girl and put his Wolfram down on the floor. Damn it, I'm sorry… I'm sorry for not being there for you when you were kidnapped…
He gently put his hand on her shoulder, nudging her to wake up. The girl with the flaxen hair stirred, eyes drowsily opening. Her vision was blurred, but she could make out the shape of someone standing before her. Blinking, her eyesight readjusted to be freed from the blur, seeing someone in armor and a shattered golden transparent visor which exposed a steel cold blue eye. Along the eye was a strand of blonde hair darker than her own.
"Shh, it's okay. I'm here under orders from your father to rescue you." Bond explained, his tone so soothing that it made her trust him with his words and rest peacefully. "You'll be out of here, along with her. Just calm down."
That voice… The girl Bond spoke with thought, closing her eyes as she realized help was already here. It… sounds like him…
He protruded a Smith & Wesson Border Guard 4 folding knife and caught a bit of the gag around her mouth. Carefully, he slid the knife under the cloth and cut, freeing her from the gag. He then went to cut the other cloth wrapped around the other's mouth, repeating the same process he did. When he grabbed hold of the rope binding the two of them together, he caught the distinct shrill of a maniac's laughter of insanity.
"You thought you could beat me?! Think again!"
The agent snatched his semiautomatic and turned around, but the source of the laugh wasn't there behind him. "Shit, it's a trap!"
"You think you've beaten me?! If I can't have my ways, then I'll blow all of us sky high!" The maniacal laughter continued as the lights in the room turned on. When Bond saw the trap, he cursed.
"Oh, Gods save us all."
Bomb.
10…
"Dammit!" He quickly cut the rope and took his P2K, returning both weapon and knife to it's proper places. Judging on the size of it, it's enough to blow the entire building to hell! He couldn't disarm it due to lack of equipment, and he had his priorities. He nudged both of them awake. "We gotta get out of here! Come on!"
9…
When the hostages came to, they immediately knew the message and saw the bomb. They scrambled to their feet and followed the agent out to the stairwell. Regardless of them not knowing whether or not they could trust Bond, they had to escape before they die!
Bond looked down into the bottomless abyss from the railing, the bomb's timer synced with his damaged visor. No time to run down the stairs! Looks like only one choice left…
8…
"Hold on to me!" Bond instructed, the girls holding on to him from the back as he climbed the railing and stood on top of it. His AR warned him of the action he's about to commence, informing him of the chances of survival for the hostages if he were to jump off. But if he could speak with his AR, he'd say, "To hell with it!" Considering the situation of a ten-second bomb and no time to go down the stairs, jumping down was the only choice.
7…
The rescuer leapt off the railing, falling into the center of the stairwell perfectly. Even though they were indoors, the three of them felt the wind rush from how they were falling. He ensured the hostages weren't injured during the fall, moving constantly to avoid hitting the rails. Their safety was the top priority of this operation.
6…
Timing his next action precisely, he ordered the AR to enable the inertia dampening equipment. A blue orb encompassed around the three, their fall still going as fast until they've hit the ground floor. The orb absorbed the fall's impact, saving them from death. When the orb faded away, the hostages got off the agent and began to run, almost as if they knew the layout of the building.
5…
"Hey, we gotta go!" Bond called out to his partner in this mission, who had Irons with him. The kidnapper had the glint of anger and hostility flaring in his eyes, outraged that his plan has failed.
"Why?!"
"Four letter word, starts and ends with a 'b', goes 'boom'!" Immediately, the other agent understood and dragged the hostage-taker with him, following after Bond.
4…
Realizing that they were running out of time, Bond ran towards the glass windows, drawing out the P2K and blasting a volley at it. The shrill screech of cracking glass followed the silent shots, the full metal jacketed bullets leaving their marks as a web over the glass.
Bond's accomplice followed suit and drew out his PPK/S, blasting at the spider webbed glass with JHP ammo until it was just fragile enough to run through it.
3…
The agents charged through the bullet-ridden glass, shards flying outside in a shower of glass. Before they charged through, Bond took both hostages in his hands again as his partner had the mentally insane hostage taker on his shoulder. They leapt out into the bone-biting cold, entering free-fall. This time from the outside.
2…
Once the group was at least ten feet off the ground both agents slammed their arms against the structure of the building. Their metal-encased hands kept grinding against the material that made up the building, their fingers eventually hitting a ledge that they can hold on to. The ledge came into contact with their hands, spikes popping out of their fingertips. Securely digging in, the spikes anchored the hands to the edge.
"Blast imminent!"
1…
A violent rumble shook the hotel, the sound of explosions breaking through the sky blasting out in their ears. Like a symphony of terror, the blast lamented as it did it's assigned job. The spikes did their job as they held on tightly to their positions, preventing a slip. Bond looked upwards and witnessed chunks of the building falling like they were meteors with the ambiance of the bomb's symphony.
Not taking any chances of failing the operation, both field agents enabled their forcefields, praying to the Gods that the thing will work.
The rubble and shards of glass reflected off the golden yellow shield, falling to the ground as the destruction continued. Bond tucked the head of the flaxen haired daughter under his chin, enforcing his grip around her waist to make sure she doesn't fall to her death. His armor provided the best chance of survival, and using it as a shield could work to protect the two daughters.
Once the symphony of destruction was nearing it's climax, the falling rubble and glass stopped. Oily smoke broke out from the ruin, eclipsing the moonlight in the area. The violent shaking has ended, and the shields dissipated; never to exist again.
-007-
"Damn you! Damn you, damn you DAMN YOU!" Irons cursed, his plan all up in smoke by the two unknown agents. "Do you hear me?! Damn you to hell!"
Tired of his inconsistent cursing and rambling, Bond got on his feet. He approached him, and knocked him out cold. "Bloody idiot, sick and tired of his incompetent whining."
As if on cue, the comms channel rang. "Bond? Report!" M was on the channel, apparently on the thought that the operatives and the hostages for this mission were killed in the explosion.
"We're fine M. The mission's a success. Although, I wouldn't say for the collateral damage…"
"We know. We detected the bomb in the building, but we didn't have enough time to inform you." She informed, relived that they were okay. "And Irons?"
"His lights were out. Kept bloody cursing us to hell."
"Considering he was removed from office and is mentally unstable after his removal? I wouldn't be surprised." The piercing wail of a siren tore through the silence, interrupting the conversation severely.
Bond looked to see the siren's lights coming towards them, "Looks like the Mets got wind of our little night ops."
"Fall back, Bond. Do not let the Mets know that we were involved, and rendezvous when you can. M Out."
The agent turned his back on the direction the Mets were coming from, facing a night black Mitsubishi Lancer Evolution X. His partner was already stuffing Irons' unconscious body into the boot as the daughters of Mayor Dawes were in the back seats of the car. The blonde-haired daughter looked at him, the glint of gratitude in her blue orbs. Approaching the vehicle, he proceeded to the rear door as she got in. "I hate to do this, but I'm going to have to sedate the both of you. I promise by the time you wake up, you'll be at home."
The redhead reacted to object, but her sister calmed her. She trusted the man who saved the both of them. In time, the redhead gave in and had to trust her blonde-haired sister.
"Hey, do you think… We'll meet again?"
Bond took the blonde's question in thought, "I won't be exact, but keep this in mind; it's not about who I am underneath, but what I've done that'll identify me." He produced a small needle filled with sedative, injecting a small amount into both of their wrists. They both became drowsy in a small matter of time and eventually succumbed to the sedative. He met up with his partner.
"Time to get out of here."
Friday: September 2, 2012
Time: 12:56 A.M (00:56 A.M)
Location: London, England, UK: -OMITTED- Headquarters
The Japanese sports sedan pulled up to the headquarters of their agency, parking within the building. Both agents got out, heading towards the entrance to the building. At the same time, a group of operatives came out from the door, saluting when they saw the agents.
"Welcome back, 007." The leader of the group greeted.
"Take care of Irons in the boot."
"And the girls?"
Bond looked back at the Mitsubishi, then back at the operative. "I'll handle them." The group and the operatives parted ways, the duo heading inside the building. They went inside the debriefing room, where their mission handler was waiting for them.
M noticed Bond's shattered visor, "Irons shot you in the visor?"
"More or less. Lucky bastard."
"Sit down and take those helmets off. Both of you look like two people that came from a space marine movie." M ordered as she sat down in her seat in the room. Both of them reached for their helmets, twisting them to the side. The locks that bound the helmet to the rest of the armor were released as they were removed from the agents' heads.
Bond was not as old as anyone would've expected for someone of his field prowess. In fact, he was sixteen. His face was clearly well defined with sandy blonde hair and eyes that were the darkest of blue. Among his right eye was the faint remains of a scar and an aura that defines a sense of honor and duty surrounding him.
His partner was also sixteen as well. Sharing similarities with Bond's young face, his was well defined and had gravity-defying spiky brown hair. His eyes were a lighter shade of his partner's steel blue and has a mirrored scar on his eye as well. Unlike Bond, an aura that showed signs of concern and a sense of duty surrounds him.
"Leon, Sora. Care for a drink?" Their supervisor queried, grabbing some glasses from a cabinet as the field agents took a seat.
"Vodka Martini; shaken, not stirred."
"Good work on the assignment tonight. As I would've expected from people of your caliber. And as the sons of the best agent MI6 had in the past 30 years." M came back with the drinks, placing them in front of the agents.
Leon was the first one to take a sip from his glass of alcohol, "The legacy of our father, James Bond. We've been trained well." M nodded before leaning forward in her chair.
"Bond, I'm issuing a Directive 50-A for the both of you. I'm reassigning your current mission to a new mission."
Sora drank a bit of his vodka martini, "What's our reassignment this time? More police work? Training some of the Royal Navy?"
"No. I'm assigning you to be the guards of both Zelda and Kairi Dawes." When M provided the details for their new assignment, both of the Bond brothers spitted their drinks back into their glasses.
"WHAT?! ARE YOU SERIOUS?!"
M nodded. "I need the two of you─ given that you're both the best this agency has─ to take up this assignment. I need someone I can trust and knows these two like the backs of their hands."
"And who else than the Bond brothers? Yeah, we kick major ass, play by the rules, and get the job done faster than anyone can say 'sayonara'." Sora added, knowing that the only two that fit the description for the assignment is none other than both him and his brother.
"Even though you always try to get yourself killed."
"At least I didn't get crushed by a warship!"
"At least I didn't get a clone of myself killed to deceive me!"
"Enough! Both of you!" M yelled, preventing the argument from escalating further. "I will not have this arguing in front of me as long as I am both your commanding officer and your guardian! Understand?!"
"Yes ma'am."
"Yes ma'am." The brothers groaned out, crossing their arms and facing away from each other. Leon broke the silence, "Does the mayor know about this assignment?"
"No. I want you two to keep this assignment's purpose away from both the mayor and your targets. Remember, we cannot let word of the Double-0 Sector's existence out to the public." She added, folding her hands on the desk. "Your assignment begins when you return to school in six hours. Dismissed."
"Ma'am."
"Ma'am." The brothers rose from their seats and left the room.
M still sat at her desk, hands folded as she was thinking. Almost 7000 years since He was killed… I have no doubt that He'll return. He always does. I just pray to the Gods that this time, things will go well. For the greater good. They know they are the descendants, and how they've fallen. She rose from her desk and walked towards the window in her office, crossing her arms.
I hope that their training will triumph over Him. Yet, they don't know the true purpose of their assignment; I cannot risk it to happen a third time. I promised Alexander that things would change this time.
M took out an ancient scrap of paper from her pocket and unfolded it. It was a drawn portrait of a young man that dated back at least 7000 years ago. Under the picture was the name of the man. Alexander Bond.
Gods help them both.