"GO, GO!" Bond yelled, driving through the city streets.
He was yelling for innocent people to run. They had scattered the streets of London as he was trying to drive through without hitting anybody. People were screaming and running everywhere.
"Oh, bloody hell. Move!" he yelled.
Cars stopped and crashed into each other. He drove and drove, trying to catch the dark blue car in front of him. They had stolen some files from headquarters and he was ordered to get them back by M, the new M, anyway.
Suddenly, the dark blue car ceased to a halt and turned harshly. It crashed into a large planter and the chase had ended. Bond climbed out of his car, holding a gun in his hand.
He approached the driver's side and saw that they were unconscious. He dragged the driver out as more agents arrived to arrest him. Bond looked out onto the street, wondering what caused the crash. Q stood by him, adjusting his glasses.
"Glad to see you got the files back." he said.
Bond nodded and kept staring.
"But, you seem troubled." Q added.
"Two questions remain: Why are you here? And, how did the car crash occur?"
Q observed the street and saw no signs of what might've caused the crash.
"To answer your first question, I'm here to help clean up this mess. Secondly, perhaps the driver took his eyes off for a moment." he suggested.
Bond shook his head. "This man was trained."
"Everyone makes mistakes." Q said.
"Not his type of people."
Q shrugged. "Someone got in his way?"
"That wouldn't stop him. He'd have run them over."
"I'll hack into the London Security System and see if I can find some footage of this street. It'll show us what happened if it bothers you so much."
"And M?" Bond asked.
Q smiled. "He doesn't have to know, if you wish."
"That's exactly what I wish."
They climbed into Bond's car and drove back to headquarters. Q brought Bond into his workplace and looked up the footage of crash, which appeared in a very large screen.
Bond squinted as he watched. The crowd scattered as they saw the cars approaching. Q also watched as he kept his finger on the freeze button. As the tape played, it showed a young girl walk into the street.
She wore a simple black coat and had a purse on her shoulder. She dragged into the purse and pulled out a handgun. Bond grimaced but kept watching.
The girl aimed at the dark blue car and the car stopped and crashed into the planter. Bond pointed at the screen.
"There, go back a bit."
Q rewinded and Bond got closer to the screen.
"Stop."
The footage paused and Bond stated at the girl. She looked a bit familiar but he couldn't exactly make out who she was.
"Well, Mr. Bond, it turns out I was right." Q smirked.
"That appears to be seen, but who is she?" Bond asked.
"She seems a bit familiar. I'll do my best in searching for her."
"Try to see if she has some connection with the man who stole the files."
Q nodded. "Right away."
Bond stared at the screen, puzzled. He needed a drink.
"I'll be at the rooftop bar. It's just a few blocks down from the crash sight." Bond said, leaving the room.
"I'll call if I find anything." Q said.
Bond sat at the bar with his martini in hand. It was his third but he could still see clearly, so he didn't complain.
He stared at the busy city below as the night had begun. Laughter could be heard from inside the bar and the smell of cigars filled the air. This was his world.
He sipped his martini and paused when he heard a voice. A young girl. He looked down at the street and his heart stopped.
It was the girl from the footage. She roamed the streets, asking for directions.
"Excuse me but could you tell me where I might find the secret organization in London?" she asked.
Couples shooed her away and many laughed at her.
"I'm looking for a James Bond." she said.
Bond left his tip for the waiter and hurried out of the bar. He pushed a few people out of his way, trying to find the girl.
He ran down the sidewalk, looking for her until his phone rang.
"Yes? What is it, Q?" he asked, panting.
"You're not going to believe what I found out. Why are you out of breath?" Q asked.
"I'm in pursuit of the girl. I spotted her outside of the bar. What is it?" Bond asked, impatiently.
"Oh, well, I think you should listen before you speak to her, sir. It's best if-"
"For the love of God, spit it out!"
Bond spotted the girl through the crowd. She looked in his direction and her eyes widened.
"Sir? Sir, can you hear me?" Q asked.
The girl rushed towards him. Bond reached into his jacket, clutching his gun. The girl hurried over to him, smiling.
She appeared to be no older than 19. Her hair was short and brown. She finally stood before him and bit her lip.
"Sir? Sir, can you hear me?"
Bond hung up and stared at the girl in the middle of London.
"Who the bloody hell are you?"
"Lily. And, you are James Bond, correct?" she asked.
He stated at her. "Who are you?"
"I'm your daughter."
Bond's phone rang and he slowly answered.
"Yes?"
"Sir, are you alright? What happened?" Q asked.
"Nothing. What did you find out?"
"Right, well, you won't believe this, but the girl is actually your daughter!"
Bond stared at the girl. "She is not."
"Sir? Sir, what are you doing?"
Bond hung up and stepped towards Lily. "Let's go somewhere to talk."
She followed as he led her into an empty alley. He turned to look at her and glanced at her purse.
"What's in the bag?" he asked.
She shrugged. "Nothing. Just a few things I like to-"
He yanked her purse away and took out the gun he had earlier.
"Nothing?" he asked.
She stood and said nothing. Suddenly, he grabbed her arm and twisted it behind her back. Then, he pushed her against the wall, where her cheek pressed against it. She cringed as he twisted her arm.
"Who are you working for?" he demanded.
"I don't work for anyone. I just came to-"
"To find me? Why? To kill me?"
"What? No, I was trying to find you. You're my-"
He pressed his gun behind her neck. "Don't lie to me!"
She shut her eyes. "I swear I am not."
"Do you want to get shot? Tell me who you're working for!" he barked.
She let out a sob. "Please...please, I don't work for anyone! I don't work for-"
"Bond!"
James turned and saw Q approaching them. He ran up to them, gasping for breath.
"She's telling the truth. Let her go." Q panted.
"What did you find?" Bond demanded.
Q held out his hands in front of him. "Just let her go, and I'll tell you. Honestly, what's gotten into you?"
Bond stared at Q for a moment. Then, he let Lily go, but grabbed her by the arm.
"What did you find?" Bond asked again.
"I tracked her down by her face. She was particularly difficult to locate, so I found nothing on her past. But, while I was looking up information on her, I couldn't stop thinking that she looked familiar."
Bond shut his eyes in annoyance. "And?"
"Yes, well, I noticed that...she has your eyes. So, I finally came across her name. Then, I looked up her hospital records and looked into her blood and yours. Lo and behold, there's a match."
Lily looked back at Bond, who had released her arm. He staggered a bit and put his gun away.
"That's not possible." he whispered.
Lily spoke up. "Oh, believe it or not, it is. The head of the orphanage told me that mum told her that the man who slept with her was quite a gentleman."
"Who's your mother?" Bond asked.
Lily shrugged. "The head of the orphanage said my mother dropped me off without leaving a name. Although, with a history like yours, she could be anyone."
Q chuckled a bit. "Well, she definitely has your sarcastic attitude."
Bond shook his head and placed his hands on Lily's shoulder. "Listen, Nelly-"
"Lily." she and Q said in unison.
"Whatever. I am an agent that's been working for a huge and secret organization for years. And, I don't have the time or, dare I say, the patience to be taking care of a child I've never met."
Lily frowned and pushed him away. "Of course. You've got to do more important things like save the world. How foolish of me, your own child, to come looking for you."
Bond stared at her. She gave him a cold look, folding her arms. He ran a hand through his hair and sighed.
"Bond? Come in, this is M."
Bond pressed his finger to his earpiece and turned away.
"This is Bond, what is it?"
"Where in God's name are you? There's been talk of an organization looking for some girl. Apparently, she's leading them to you."
Bond looked back at Lily who was speaking with Q. He turned away to continue with M.
"No need to worry. I have the girl. And, she'll have a lot of talking to do."
"Bring her back to headquarters as soon as possible. She's dangerous."
Bond looked back at Lily and approached her.
"Who was it?" Q asked.
Before he could reply, Bond wrapped his arms around Lily and pulled her away.
She screamed. "Get off me! What are you-"
He covered her mouth with his hand and looked back at Q.
"Don't just stand there! Grab her legs and get her in the car!"
Q was hesitant but obeyed. Lily struggled and kicked but she was no match.
"Why the bloody hell are you doing this?" Q asked, as they approached the car.
"Open the door!" Bond demanded.
Q hurried and opened the back door. Bond got inside the back, dragging Lily along with him. Q shut the door and got the driver's seat.
"Headquarters! Go now!" Bond said, as Q started the car.
He hit the gas pedal and they stormed through the streets.
Bond took out his gun and aimed against Lily's cheek.
"Who are you working for? Tell me now!" he demanded.
"I'm not working for anyone! I already told-"
"Don't lie to me!" he yelled.
"I swear!"
"Tell me or else-"
A gunshot was heard as a bullet crashed through the front window. Q ducked and screamed.
"Hang on!" he said, slamming the gas pedal.
Bond and Lily held on and he continued questioning her.
"They're onto us! Tell me who sent you!" he demanded.
"You're barking mad! No one ever sent me!"
Another shot was fired but it missed the car. Q yelled at people to make way as they speeded through the streets.
"Bond, what do we do?" he asked, aloud from the chaos.
"Keep driving! Just get us to headquarters!"
"Are you mental? With all these goons out tail?"
"I'll deal with the bloody goons."
Bond turned around and faced the back window. A group of motorcyclists were behind then, holding guns. Bond aimed his and fired several times.
Lily covered her ears and ducked down. Glass shattered everywhere as Bond kept firing.
Q adjusted his glasses as he tried to keep the car steady. Lily turned to look out of the back window.
Bond shoved her head down. "Get down!"
"Who are they?" she asked.
"Friends of yours, I assume." he said, reloading.
She grimaced as the car made a sudden turn.
"Almost there!" Q said from the front.
Bond turned and continued shooting. Lily took out her own gun and Bond noticed. He snatched it from her and pressed it against her cheek. She shut her eyes and put her hands up.
"Trying to shoot me? Is that what you're doing?" Bond yelled.
"I was just trying to help!" she cried.
"My blood or not, I'll gladly spill it all right now!"
"Why don't you just shoot the goons behind you, you bloody pillock!" she scolded.
He looked back as the motorcyclists fired at them. He ducked down and got ready to fire back.
He looked towards the front window and got an idea.
"Q, park by that museum!"
Q grimaced. "You want to see some fine art before you get us all killed?"
He parked the car and they all climbed out. Bond held onto Lily's arm as they hurried into the museum. Bond looked over his shoulder and saw the motorcyclists stopping as well. They removed their helmets and hurried after them.
The museum was beautiful, but they had no time to be in awe of it. They blended with the crowd and Bond glanced at Q.
"Take her out through the back and get a can to headquarters. I'll make sure they don't follow you." he whispered.
Then, he handed Q his gun. Q nodded and motioned for Lily to follow him. They walked through the crowd and managed to find an emergency exit.
"Wait." Lily said.
"What? We've gotta move." Q said.
Lily spotted a smoke detector and smirked.
"Let's give him some time to ditch those goons."
Q followed her gaze. He took off his glasses and smiled.
"Good thing I installed the computer chip into my glasses which will give off a laser beam when I hold it like-"
"Just do it!"
Bond stood in the crowd as the goons stormed in. They split up and walked through the crowd, looking for him.
Suddenly, an alarm went off and the sprinklers on the ceiling went off, spraying the entire crowd.
Women screamed and weren't sure whether to protect their make up of their hair. The museum looked like it was filled with a colony of ants, scattering and running around.
Bond lost track of the goons. He hurried through the crowd and tried to keep up with Q and Lily.
They stood at the edge of the sidewalk, trying to catch a cab.
"Taxi!" Q called.
One stopped in front of them an they climbed in.
"Just a few blocks down and you'll see LongWater Street. That's our stop." Q said to the driver.
"But what about my father?" Lily asked, glancing out the window.
"He'll make it back." Q said as they drove off.
"How can you know that?"
"I just know him well enough."
Bond, did indeed, make it out of the museum. He adjusted his tie and walked across the street, hoping to catch a cab. He cursed under his breath for leaving his car at the rooftop bar for it to be towed the next morning.
As he walked down the sidewalk, a man stood in his way. He stopped and they stared at each other. The man was around his early 50's with green eyes and a bit attractive for a man his age.
His hair was black and neatly combed. He wore a frock that went down to his knees and smoked a cigar.
"Ah, Mr. Bond, it's an honor to meet you." he said, with a bit of a raspy voice.
"I'd like to share that honor, sir. You are?" Bond asked.
"My name is merely Bastian Duplin. I was wondering if you could help me. You see, my men and I are looking for a young girl. She stole something from me and I'd really like to have it back in my possesion." the man replied, hands in his pockets.
"And, what did she take from you. If you don't mind me asking, of course."
Duplin smirked. "My heart."
