Hotel Gunmen
Guards. Guards on every door armed with what looked like Uzi's. That's all I needed.
I looked down at my belt. I was low on ammo.
I imagined the headline on the front page of The Daily Mail. "Photojournalist shot dead on expedition". I desperately needed a plan.
Maybe, if I snook past Guard number one near the lift, I could silently take him down and take his weapon. Then if I moved about, oooh, 45 degrees left, I could climb the column behind him and-
The sound of 5 silenced bullets distracted my thinking. I turned to look and found all the guards dead. But who shot them?
As I turned around, a gun was held against my head. As if my day couldn't get any worse. With the sudden urge to laugh out loud at the day I'd had, I delivered a swift kick to the man's arm, knocking the gun out of his hand. He-
-looked about six foot from where I was standing; he wore a leather jacket over a dark t-shirt that pronounced his toned chest. I wasn't sure whether he had saved his own skin or mine. It was only until he-
- grabbed my hands behind my back that I knew he wasn't helping me at all.
I watched him pick out some handcuffs from his pocket and put them on my hands.
" Lara Croft. We finally meet." he said, his voice quite deep and stern. I was surprised at hearing an English accent.
" Who are you?" I asked, my voice copying his sternness.
" The name's Bond, James Bond."
The Interrogation
"Name?" demanded the officer sitting opposite. I couldn't help but think he was a little sheepish, so I thought I'd play a little game with him.
"Angelina Jolie."
"I thought you were Lara Croft?" he asked looking puzzled. I sighed.
"If you knew that, then why ask?" I smiled. "Let me put it this way, I don't really think you're cut out for job. I mean, you're far too intelligent to be at MI6!" I joked and being the idiot he was he actually believed me. I would've loved to have played the game longer but Bond showed up looking pretty stressed out.
I sat up from my slouched position and laid my cuffed hands flat out on the table. The officer left. It was just Bond and me.
"Are you going to give me some answers as to why you were in Japan?" he said standing up against the wall, arms crossed. I wasn't going to answer that question. If I told him, I'd have to kill him, and I really didn't want to get any blood on my spanking new .357 Desert Eagles.
"Isn't there any flash recording system in here, or are you still paying for the funeral of all those innocent people you killed in Italy?" He ignored my question and walked over to me. He slammed his hands down on the table. I tried another question.
"How many people have you killed personally, now?"
"What?" he said growing even more impatiently than before.
"I read you're file and the moment I'm very disappointed, James. 5? I mean-" Before I could even finish my sentence, he held lovely gun to my temple, a Walther PPK to be precise.
"What I lovely gun you have there, better than that Heckler and Koch you shot the guards with!" I was pleased at least someone around here had good taste in firearms.
"What?"
"You shot the guards in the hotel, right?"
"No," he laughed, " I just handcuffed you and flew you back here!" Okay... now that was freaky.
"Well, if you didn't shoot them, and I didn't, who did?" I stared into his eyes wanting know who had saved my skin.
The door slammed open, breaking my stare and averting it to the woman standing by it.
"I did" Okay... now I couldn't tell very much from this woman. She was old, I got that but come on she really couldn't have shot those guards, could she?
"M? You shot them, but you haven't used a gun since you were 42, you told me that yourself."
"Looks like mommy's changed!" I smiled lowering my hands from the table. M gave me a very stern look.
"I couldn't let Lady Croft here die without getting me what I need now, could I?"
"I wish you had," mumbled James who stood up against the wall again, returning his gun to his inside pocket of his blazer. M shook her head and smiled politely at me.
"You get me the emerald and I release, pretend all this never happened, deal?" She held out her hand.
Hmm.
I never usually made deals, but what the hell; I might come up with scheming little plan.
