Bond and co. do not belong to me. Jane, James's twin sister, is my OC. The italics are Jane narrating.
Sometimes, when we make plans, things don't always work out. Two MI 6 agents, a boy and a girl, move quickly through the building. Things go wrong all the time, especially, when you're a British agent. The girl nods to her companion who kicks open the door. You lose people, no matter how close you are to them, it happens. That doesn't mean you ever get used to it, though. The girl and boy stare at the bodies of their fellow agents and the boy draws out a gun as his friend talks through her radio. "Agents 007 and 008 reporting, we're in. It looks like a massacre in here."
We just have to focus on the job at hand. Our mission was to get info from a fellow agent. Oh, I should introduce myself, my name is. "Jane, I need some help over here!" the girl turns, showing a clear view of her face. She's pretty with warm features that have a sharp, almost dangerous edge to them. It is clear she is not a girl you will want to mess with. Her silver eyes flutter around, looking for any danger to her or her friend. The boy looks up from where he was kneeling next to a fellow agent. He looks almost exactly like Jane. She sees the man and hisses between clenched teeth. Bleeding from wound to chest, not good. "James, contact M, I'll try to stop the bleeding."
"Already on it, Ma'am, Ronson's down. 008 are trying to stop the bleeding."
"The list, is it there?" James lifted some papers, his twin sister watching from the corner of her eye. "Gone." he answered, turning to help his sister. "We are stabilizing him now." Jane added, tossing some cloths to James. On the other end of the head-piece, in headquarters, M rolled her eyes. That was so like Jane and James Bond. "They must have it, go after them."
"What?"
"We can't just leave him." M sighed. She was in no mood to argue with them. "Just GO!" James and Jane traded looks. They knew better than to disobey a direct order. One thing I really don't like about my job, I usually lose my friends. She gently places the cloths over the wound. "Hold this here." she mummers. "We will send help as soon as we can." She pauses briefly at the door glancing over her shoulder. At least I know what my brother is up to. She runs to catch up to her twin.
They stand outside, guns drawn, as a land rover drives up to them. In the driver's seat is a pretty African American girl. Jane dives into the back seat, while James takes the seat next to the girl. That's Eve, James girlfriend. I like her, she's nice. Eve starts to go forward and Jane falls across the backseats. Would it kill them to put seatbelts in the back of these things? She sits up, brushing off her uniform. "What about Ronson?"
"He's been hit." James replied grimly. A male voice crackled over the radio. "Medical evc for Ronson is on the way."
"They will be too late!" Jane snapped. She and James were looking out the side view mirror. Eve bumped agenst another car, knocking it off. "That's alright, you weren't using it." James said looking out the driver's side. She promptly knocked that one off, too. "Wasn't using that one either." she smirked. James could not help smiling at her. Jane rolled her eyes. Honestly! They are so childish at times.
Soon they were stuck in a traffic jam. Seeing an un-used motorcycle, James leapt out and took it to follow the man. "James!" Jane cried, running after her brother. Sometimes, my dear brother is too reckless for his own good. She sees them on the roofs, and leaps up the pipes, getting on the roofs to follow them. Then again, I am not much better. At the train, she lost sight of her brother, and then she saw him. They teach you to hide your emotions. He is fighting the man. Even though she looks clam, Jane's eyes are worried. "I can't get a shot. Repeat, I don't have a clear shot." Eve's voice came through the radio. But sometimes, that is hard to do. M's voice booms, "Take the shot!" Especially when it's you own brother. The shot drowns out Jane's "No!" as James falls and she dives in to save her brother.