This is the first part of Heartbreaker. There have been slight changes to the story. Rio De Janeiro has been changed to Port Au Prince.
HEARTBREAKER : RUDE AWAKNING
Waking up in a hotel room's tub with blood dripping down your forehead is not the best way to wake up on a Wednesday morning. That was one hell of Tuesday.
Bond tried to stand himself up, his legs buckling and every muscle in his body ached. Looking through the bathroom door he a saw a man, his back to the door frame. Tall and stocky bond knew he couldn't best him in combat in his condition. Fiddling around the bathroom, silently he found a pair of tweezers, 'better than nothing' he thought.
Pinching the tweezers together he crept out. Sneaking up behind the man, seemingly oblivious to Bond's awakening. Like a viper he crept up, not making a sound. He struck, aiming at the jugular, stopping mid way at the sound of the click of a revolver. Bond dropped the tweezers, walking backwards with his arms in the air.
A man in a tuxedo, a fine one, well tailored too and a gas mask, an old Russian one. With his revolver he gestured for Bond to go against the wall. The man guarding the bathroom didn't budge, he just stood strong and alert.
The masked man lowered the gun taking it's aim off of Bond. Mistake one, wham Bond made a quick move at him, kicking his hand hard sending the gun right from his grip and across the ground. The larger man jumped for Bond, but missed as he ducked hard on the ground and grabbed for the Colt Single Action Army. Luck was on Bond's side as he grabbed it by the cold barrel and used the gun like a hammer to slam the large man in the temple.
The man eased, and Bond had a chance to shoot him in the Stomach. The masked man, still grabbing his aching hand in pain. Was soon put into shock, as he stared down the barrel of Bond's new gun. He thought he was about to sent into a vigorous Q and A session and ran backwards, propelling himself from the hotel room window. Maybe out of fear of what Salamander would do to him, if he answered questions.
Bond quickly ran to the window, broken class crunching underneath his wing tip shoes. Feeling a bit nausea seeing the mangled body of the unknown assailant he fled out of the room. In shock to see the room he had stayed in prior to the attack was right across the hall. The door was hanging on it's hinges. The room behind it, torn apart as if a search had taken place.
In act of common sense, he headed down the lobby, send a ring in to M in London.
"M, let's pull the plug in Nassau. Can you arrange me a flight to Port au Prince as soon as possible?" he spoke quietly. Looking over his shoulder, with the buzz of M's response.
The simple reply of "Yes immediately, but why?" brought back the foggy memory of the night before.
Okay, I messed up big time. When I wrote this, I concocted an idea while I wrote it. Too lazy to fix it, I just continued writing, now a large portion of this fanfic becomes a flashback to the night before. I'm aware that was dumbass move.