He stood at a tall door, anxious and unaware. He knocked and waited for a reply.
And then, she opened it, a tall figure. A woman. An acquaintance. His blue eyes scanned her body as she let him in.
" Did you find anything out yet?"
" Yes, but only a little." Her French accent was thick. Bond knew it all too well. The room was dimly lit, not a trace of furniture in it.
But James had seen too much. The eyes that saw the world knew the wrong person as a good one.
" I found something too."
The woman stood straighter. " Hm?"
Bond reached inside his coat. " You're a traitor,Jacqueline!," he spat with rage as he pulled out a pistol. Jacqueline backed up in horror.
" N- no! You don't understand! It was only…."
" You're too late." Just as he was about to pull the trigger, the door burst open revealing two faces he knew well.
" Drop ze gun. Now!" The voice had a German accent. The other man was shorter in comparison to his boss.
" Pierre!"
Jacqueline rushed over to her partner hiding behind him. " You tried to kill me," she accused pointing at Bond.
Pierre narrowed his eyes. " Shoot him."
The other man held up a gun and pointed it at the spy. Before he had time to react the mad pulled the trigger. Bond clenched his side and slowly sunk down.
Jacqueline's eyes filled with tears. " You killed him?"
He chuckled at the sight of his enemy on the ground.
With a wave of his hand, he mentioned for the other man to take agent 007 away. Where to, Bond didn't know. He never would. Unless destiny would save him again.