Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own James Bond, Alec Trevelyan, or GoldenEye. If only...

Complete the mission. That was nothing new. It had always been very simple, very clear-cut, and very black-and-white. Complete the mission. That had been drilled into his head since day one. Complete the mission, no matter what. In his training, he'd always thought that would be so simple, so easy. And yet…

Never before had he been so conflicted. The agent that was assigned to this mission with him meant the world to him, but saving him would compromise the mission. What was he supposed to do? Save his best friend, or complete the mission?

"Finish the job, James! Blow them all to hell!"

Alec's voice echoed out through the nearly silent warehouse, and James made his decision.