Chapter 2

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Vica yawned and glanced at the clock. Two minutes and her class will be finally over. She was exhausted and couldn't wait till she get home and take a nap.

'Crrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr'

"Yes," Vica whispered. She stood up, took her bag and headed out from the school.

Conney caught her in the doorway:" Hey, wait for me!"

Vica turned:" Sorry, I forgot. I just can't wait to get home."

"Ok," said Conney and hugged her friend," see you tomorrow."

"Yea, see you," smiled Vica.

Conney waved at her for the last time and turned, because she lived on the opposite side of the city.

Vica sighed and headed home. She put on her headphones and slowly walked along the road. When she was in the half of her way suddenly big black car stopped near her and tall bald man with no neck, reminding her a gorilla, got out of it.

"C-Can I help you?" Vica asked her voice trembling.

She took a few steps backwards, but the man was faster. He grabbed his big hands around her, one on her mouth so she couldn't scream and second around her stomach. She was trying to scream, but it was making no sound. She was kicking her legs to all directions in hope that she will hit him. But he was strong and carried her to the trunk of the car and closed it.

It was darkness everywhere, she was in shock. She couldn't breath nor move. Vica must took few deep breaths to realize what had just happened. Tears started to stream down her face and only one thought was on her mind.

I was kidnapped.

...

James was sitting in the restaurand. He was playing with his fork chasing peas on a plate. After all he did, he didn't feel satisfied with himself. M always acted like his mother, mother he didn't remember from his childhood as much as he wished. Maybe that was the thing why her words were burning him deep inside his chest. James didn't believed her words about too-many-killed, he knew deep inside that it was right, those men hadn't been innocent, but somehow when she tells him it wasn't, he doubted himself.

"I'll pay," James raised hand slightely when young waitress passed by him.

"Sure", she said and in a second she was back with receipt.

James paid and gave her a small smile. He left the restaurant and drove to the luxurious part of the city to the garage of one of the flats. He lived here for as long as he was working for MI6, but he wasn't spending much time there. Just between the missions and that could mean 2,3 somtimes 4 weeks and then he was gone again. He didn't call it home at all.

James opened the door and faced big elegant room with leather seats and few paintings... but nothing colourful, nothing cheerful.

"I'm home!" he shouted to the empty apartment and waited for a while.

But no answer came, James just smirked sadly.

Of course. What was I expecting?

He shook his head as he answered himself. James threw his bag to the corner of his bedroom and put his clothes off. He needed to wash of the guilt. No, he didn't feel guilt for killing so many people ...he felt that way because he hadn't killed them more.

Bastards, he smirked.

Only swim in the cold water in his private pool could help him sort his thoughts and clean his head.

...

"Hello?" asked girlish voice when she picked her ringing phone.

"Conney? It's me Mrs Mccarthy. Is my daughter with you?" asked worried voice in the phone.

"N-No, why? She is not at home?"

"No," said Mrs Mccarthy now scared because her hopes didn't fulfilled," I thought you two were somewhere together, because she is usually home at this hour."

"I'm really sorry Mrs Mccarthy she really is not here," said Conney. Now she was worried too.

"Is there something I can do?" she asked after long pause when Mrs Mccarthy didn't say anything.

"No, no thank you Conney, I will call you if she come," said Vica's mother now sobbing.

"Ok," said Conney and ended the call. She was worried about her friend but still hoping that she just,... she just went for a walk.

Mrs Mccarthy was sitting in sofa crying. Suddenly door opened and her husband came in. He knew something must had happened when he saw his wife walking towards him crying.

"What happened?" he asked shocked.

"V-Vi-c-ca, she didn't came home yet." said his wife grabbing his suit.

"It's Ok darling, she just stayed with her friends for a bit longer." Mr Mccarthy tried to calm his wife down.

"N-No, she isn't. I had called her friend already." sobbed Mrs Mccarthy loudly.

Mr Mccarthy stood in shock. They where standing there for a long time without moving. He in disbelief stroking gently his wife who was crying to his chest.

Trrr-Trrr,Trrr-Trrr

Phone rang. Worried parents ran towards it. Mr Mccarthy picked it.

"Vica, is that you?"

"Not really," said cold masculine voice," but she is here with me."

Mr Mccarthy gave his wife a frightened look. He gathered up his courage.

"What do you want?" he asked the man automatically with strong voice.

Mysterious man laughed slowly:" I like your enthusiasm. Yes, ...sure there is something I want for exchange."

...

James got out of the pool when his cellphone rang. He walked slowly towards the table where it laid and he picked it. James didn't need to bother with saying a word nor introduction, because woman voice spoke emediately.

"007, we need you at headquarters. A girl had been kidnapped. Mr. Mccarthy's daughter."

"I'm on my way," said agent wearily and dressed. He had no idea who was Mr Mccarthy,... but at least it sounds a bit familiar in his ears. In five minutes he was sitting in his car driving to MI6.

This time it is deffinitely a record. He thought sarcasticly for himself while driving the car. He had thought it was bad last time when he went on the mission the next day after he came from one. James sighed, it is an occupational hazard. But when he was thinking about it, he slowly found out he didn't understand. Kidnapping was not typical for his job description. He usually was chasing bad boys, getting informations, spying, killing... not saving of course he saved some lifes by killing bad people, but he was never ordered to save a life directly.

James knocked on the door and without waiting for the answer he opened them.

"So, what do we know?"he asked looking straight at M.

"Girl named Vica Mccarthy, age 16 was kidnapped, we suppose, on her way back home from school." said M seriously.

"Did the kidnapper contacted the family yet?" James continued giving questions.

"Yes, he wants Mr Mccarthy to cancel his candidacy for senator and five million dollars in banknotes."

"Typical," said Bond silently for himself.

"Why do you need me here, if he is willing to negotiate?" asked James uncertainly.

"You know perfectly well 007 that even if kidnapper got what he wanted, he would never reliese the victim." said M unpatiently," they sell them as white meat."

"Yes Ma'am, I do," said James ,"but I still don't understand why police didn't get this case.

"Because we have suspicion that it might be

Daniel Greyden behind it." said M firmly.

"Greyden?" James looked straight at her and folded his arms across his chest," and why would he probably do such a thing?"

"We think that it would be very useful for him to blackmail candidate for senator. Because one of Mccarthy's promises in his campaign was to bring more help to people in Africa, like medicine and water. And as you already know 007, Mr Greyden is selling water in Africa at a high price and Mccarthy wants to give it to them for free. Greyden would lose very much money if Mr Mccarthy won the."

James was thinking about it for a while. It really did make sence.

"But he is well-heeled yet, why would he want five million dollars from the family?" he asked curiously.

"To humiliate Mccarthy, maybe something else... That's why you are here Bond. Save the girl and find out what is he up to." said M.

"Where is he?" asked James.

"The call was located to come from Italy. You are leaving with the next flight." said M standing in the doorway and left the room.

Q gave him his gun and equipment he will need and Bond was ready to leave the country and go on the mission again.

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