Black gold and blue diamonds
First; I own nothing! Second; English is my third language, so there are bound to be a lot of mistakes made, please let me know!
I decided to write two chapter of this down since it has been playing around in my head for a while. I did not know what characters I could use until I saw Skyfall and realized that this could fit as a Bond fiction! I am not the most Bond-competent person, but I will try to make it as realistic as I can!
I have made two chapters, if anyone likes them I'll make more :)
Chapter 1
The rain and the fog made the usually impressive view over London blurry; he felt blurry as well. He had just gotten of the plane from Singapore and had not slept at all the last few days. He enjoyed Singapore, it was the best of Asia and Europe mixed together, and the weather was always better than it was here in Britain. He was somewhat disappointed that he could not stay a bit longer there and have a few days of.
His shirt was wrinkled after the long flight, but the driver that had picked him up at Heathrow had insisted they came direct to the headquarters.
M's office looked the same way it did when he had started working as an agent, but it was unusual that she was not there waiting for him, he had almost never been here alone before. He cursed silently as he burned his lip on the scolding tea he had been served. It took just a few seconds before M came through the heavy wooden door.
"Bond, thank you for coming her directly, this could not wait". She was a small and short woman, but somehow she managed to scare him too much to ever argue with her. M sat down in her thrown like chair and started pulling out stacks of paper from her desk drawer.
"I am sure that even in Asia this news has been on every newspaper there is, Norway has struck the biggest oil reserve in the world. They have until now been number 13 on the production list of oil, now they are a solid number one. In the rest of the world the oil reserves are owned by private companies and persons, in Norway the government owns it all. And now the damn socialists have decided to make a contribution to make the world better by selling the newfound oil so cheap that no other country can beat their prices. By doing this Norway hopes not only to reduce world poverty, but also put pressure on other oil producing countries to become democracies and to create welfare systems".
"So by almost giving away oil the Norwegians are demanding that Russia, Iraq, China and Venezuela and so on, have to become democratic and start ending poverty in their own countries? How is this a problem for us?" Obviously he had seen this in the news in Singapore, but it was first now he realized how big this was. And he had to admit it did not sound too unwise.
"They are already too rich for their own good if you ask me, and now they are trying to find a way to award themselves with the Nobel prize! So yes, this is a problem for us, because the deal is not signed yet, and it will take up to three weeks for it to be".
"And what do you need me for?" He was tired and judging by the way M raised her left eyebrow she did not like his sour behavior. He sighed in defeat.
"The minister of oil and energy is the man behind the idea of giving away oil, obviously this has upset other people in the world oil industry. Such as the Russians and the Chinese. And you and I both know that you should avoid stepping on those toes, the blue eyed and naive Norwegians have not realized it yet. The minister and his office are protected by their national security service, but he has a daughter living in London. And as Norway is stubborn and rich enough not to join the EU we cannot allow Norway to send agents to protect the minister's daughter, therefor we have to do it. Well, it is your job now to make sure that this deal is signed. If anything happens to her, Norway might start negotiating with whoever got the girl and that could stall the signing proses for years. Therefore you are to keep the girl safe and alive!"
"What? No, absolutely not, surly there are other more competent agents for this kind of job, or even better, throw her out of England, make her go home!" He was not a bloody babysitter, and he was really the last man for this job.
This comes from above me Bond, the prime minister called me almost on the verge of tears; they wanted you and only you. God knows why, but nevertheless, it is your assignment for the next few weeks. It is my understanding that every top leader in the vest wants this deal to go as smooth as can be, so unless you want the secretary-general of the UN to call, I suggest you do as I say, Bond". Her tone made it clear that this was the end of the discussion.
"I understand. So what is the plan?"
"Make sure the girl stays alive. Unfortunately I do not know much about her yet, the only information I have is what the boarder records says. She moved here three months ago, and has visited London a few weekends over the years; she also attended summer classes in Oxford a few years ago. According to her passport information she is 21 years old and is living here on a student visa, she is educated as a social worker and is now studying a master in family therapy at the University of London. She lives on campus, but we have arranged for a secure location in Notting Hill, it's in the file. This is what I know for now, so until the Norwegian police manages to send more information this is what you have to work with"
"She's 21 and a social worker? And the daughter of a minister? Well, not something you see every day that's for sure. Where is she now?" Granted, he had not had a lot of guarding jobs before, but minister's children tended to have more, well prominent jobs then a common social worker, and she was very young to already be working on her masters.
"Well the papers say so, and I hardly think a minister's daughter would dare to lie on her student visa. She is landing at Heathrow in five hours; she has been back in Norway for a few weeks where she has been under Norwegian jurisdiction. She is to be escorted by a Norwegian policeman, but he cannot leave the airport so you will meet her there. Moneypenny has the file for you where her passport photo should be included"
"Very well, let me know when the other papers come through, but in the meantime I'll try and see if I can find anything on her myself". He poured the now cold tea down in one gulp before standing up.
"Be careful Bond, make sure this goes as smoothly as it can"
"You have my word" He left the office, turned in the door and gave his boss a small nod. Moneypenny was busy whit a phone call so he left with the file without much pleasantries.
He knew he had a crisp shirt in his office, but the thought of spending more time that day in a box made him turn in the hallway and head for the rainy streets of London instead.
