"Her first name, Annabelle. Her last name, Bond. Her fathers first name, James. Her fathers last name, Bond. Mothers first name, Camille. Mothers last name, Montes." Q let out a sigh. M only laughed and paced around her desk.
"Do you think he knows she even exists?" M said.
"I think he is about to find out." Q responded warily.

Annabelle Bond, resident of Clare County, Ireland for 16 years. Solo career since the age of seven. Mother is deceased. Father...not in the picture. Annbelle went over this information in her head several times more, she had not expected to be on this path, but she needed answers. She had bullied her way out of enough criminals, witnesses and officials to find out who her dad was. Notorious british spy, James Bond. She had always remembered her mother speaking of a James in her past, but Annabelle never knew it was her father to whom Camille was refering. She was going to track him down, but as of late her funds were not at their "prime". Some other day she thought, some other day.

"Please tell Bond to come to my office." M spoke into the speaker on her desk. "This isn't going to go smoothly." she said tersly to Tanner and Eve.
"Who would you like to tell him Ma'am, Tanner, Mrs. Moneypenny, you, me?" Q questioned looking up from his laptop.
"I will tell him." was all M could get out before Bond walked in.
"You wanted to see me?" he scanned the room. "Why are they all here?"
"Bond, I have big news." he cocked a questioning eyebrow "You have a daughter." Tanner, M, Eve, and Q all waited for the worst.
"Whos the mother?" was all he asked.
"Camille, Camille Montes." Eve said. Bond sucked in a large breath.
"Dead or alive." he let out with the release.
"Dead."
"Age."
"16."
"Location."
"Ireland."
"Arrange me a flight and two passports." He said turning on his heel walking out.
"Why?" Tanner called after him.
"I am going to Ireland." was the last thing they heard.

"I am a drinking girl and I will drink what I please!" Annabelle yelled out to nobody imparticular. In her hand was a large bottle of irish whiskey, strong stuff. She twirled in the foyer of her house which was really just an old mansion her mother had left her in the desolate party of Clare. She waltzed into the main ballroom which was pporly light by old stringed lights she had picked up around town. The lights danced off the old ornate gold carvings. She started singing and humming an old irish tune that her mother had taught her at the tender age of four. She twirled once more then stopped. CLANG. What was that she thought tightening her grip on the now empty bottle. BANG! Somebody was in her house and she knew it. Acting fast she smashed the bottle against the wall so the bottom shattered off leaving her holding the neck with a jagged razor sharp head. She sweeped around the corner her dress trailing after her, on sad days she would put on her mothers old gowns and dance around the house just like the used to do on the happy days. Now the tattered burgundy dress trailed behind her, the only thing she really liked about it was that some how it still felt and smelled like her mother. As she tiptoed down the dimly lit hall she heard voices. "Where is she?!" a heavy male vocie said. "Shes got to be somewhere we watched her come back." "Yea but I didn't expect the house to be this fucking big." Immediatley she pressed her self up against the wall. "I guess we just have to burn her out." Annabelle let out a wimper. She started running through gather ing items and throwing them out windows if they had any importance to her, basically all of her mothers items. As she threw out the last trunk of dresses and pictures, she could feel the heat chasing her throughout the house. The windows suddenly blew out shattering glass everywhere. She screamed out and dropped to the floor. Throwing her hands up over her head rocking back and forth, sobbing heavily. She had always had an extreme phobia of fire. Just like her mother. The heat in the room was burning her core, the ash was covering her skin. She didn't want this to happen, she didn't want to die this way, not burned to death with no memory. She couldn't do anything but sit there and cry. This is the end she thought I am going to die I didn't get to meet my father. She curled into a ball and layed down on the ground closing her eyes and letting the stinging smoke fill her lungs.

Bond ran through the burning house. She was here he knew it he had been standing outside, waiting for her, he had heard he singing voice, the accent was much like her mothers. Then the men went into the house and now suddenly it was up inflames. The mansion stood on the edge of a cliff. So that if you were to jump out the window you would plummet to the deep dark water below. Back to reality. James ran throughout the house yelling Annabelles name over and over again bursting into room after room and then moving on when she wasn't there. Finally he burst into the last room on the top floor and spotted a dark figure on the floor. He ran over and pulled the hair away from her face. Her ecognized the face immediatley from the pictures Tanner had showed him. Annabelle fluttered her eyelids and said "I am going to die right?" her eye shut again quickly. Suddenly a beam fell from the ceiling blocking their exit. Thinking quickly James looked at the window and balcony below were churning deep dark waters. He ran over picked up Annabelle, and jumped sending the two of them rocketing towards the water. The splash hurt, but it woke Annabelle from her dullosional state. The both came to the surface choking and sputtering on water. She started screaming for help. James quickly swam over to her and told her it would be okay. "You look so familiar..." she said. The radio 007 had in his pocket had aboat there in minutes. The MI6 Team pulled them onto the boat giving Annabelle thick have blankets and sending her below deck to warm her up and make sure she was safe.

James walked to below deck, and saw Annabelle sitting in a big chair with mountains of blankets wrapped around her and a cup of tea in her hand. She looked up when she heard him come in. He didn't even have time to speak. "Why did those men want to kill me?" was all she said. James sat down in the plush leather chair right across from her.
"Its because they want your father?"
"Really? How would you know?"
"Because, I am your father."
"WHAT?"
"The name is Bond, James Bond."