Disclaimer: I still don't own James Bond or the characters and they belongs to Ian Fleming. The only thing I own is Angelle Hughes and Brian Hughes, aka Agent 0010. Now, enjoy the chapter, please?

CHAPTER 3

Angelle turned her blue eyes towards someone who was eying her. But the glance wasn't of any kind that was either disgust, hatred, jealousy or even unamused. Instead, it was a glance of curiosity and interest.

It must been the most handsome man she ever laid her eyes on. Raven black hair and refulgent blue eyes, a charming smile on his lips and dressed in a suit, this man really looked like a proper gentleman.

"Oh, snap. I thought I was going to melt in the surroundings and now this happens. Blimey, I would almost think that I appears to stand out too much in the amount of people. I should knew that I looked like a daft cow!" Her mind ran panicked, fear and anxiety disorders took over. That left her now slight scared for every human she laid her eyes on.

Oh, this would go better of she wasn't constantly chased and her usual paranoia wouldn't flame up so much! "Wait, wait. I haven't even met this man yet. I had to calm down, everything is going to be okay."

She took a deep breath to calm down and saw the man was walked toward her. His smile calmed her a bit, but she didn't knew why. Did she actually felt...comfortable with him?

CRASH! Then it happened. Before the man could reach her, one of the crystal chandeliers fell down between them. Then everything became dark. Children and some women screamed. Panic erupted. No one could see a thing.

Then Angelle felt someone's hand on her mouth and more hands gripping her arms backwards. They pulled her out from the scene, in a faint light from the hallways she saw them.

It was the same men who had followed her everywhere. During a fraction of a second, she made her choice and started to fight her away from them. She stumbled backwards and saw a long stick to her rescue. Angelle grabbed it and hit a man in the face. Normally, violence was never fitted to a british lady, but in this moment, she had no choices, really.

The dark man swore under his breath and she made her escape. Another man was on his knees and she made a big leap over him. Then she ran so fast she could in the hallways.

Angelle almost stumbled into a woman and apologized quickly. "I'm so terribly sorry." Then she ran faster than she ever done. Once she was in her cabin, she locked the door and drew the curtains on the cab window.

"I knew! I knew! They're after me! They're watching my steps everywhere! As soon this boat reach land, I'm running so far away I can!" The thoughts ran in her mind when she changed from her formal dress into a nightgown.

She sighed when she leaned her head onto the pillow and shut her eyes. The medallion around her heck was still there. Someone was trying to take it when she was grabbed of those men.

All these happenings was in a fast pace, like in seconds. When he was about to reach her, the crystal chandelier had fallen down between them and the lights had broken down.

He had to find Tracy! Fear settled down in his stomach, not a real surprise with all this panic. He couldn't see properly, but he felt everyone around him running around, screaming and yelling in fear.

Then when he turned around, he felt something on his lips. He could smell something sweet and floral scent, he could feel the taste of honey, champagne and salty tears. His lips turned up into a smile when he knew who it was. Tracy.

"Dear, you really need to stop causing trouble." he heard her wonderful voice. James' hand wandered down and attempted to rest on her hip. Then Tracy's hand gripped his hand and let him out of the salon into the hallway.

They saw when the security guards came to settle down the panic. After some moments, the once broken crystal chandelier was replaced with another one and the dinner continued.

But both James and Tracy was no longer interested of either dinner, casino or even dance. The mysterious girl was gone.

"Those eyes. Where have I seen them before? Her face reminds me of someone. But how is it even possible?" His thoughts wandered when he later laid on the bed, trying to remember those blue eyes. He had met many folks with blue eyes, but this reminded him of someone. He mentally cursed his memory for not being able to remember who.

Tracy comb her hair and eyed her husband curiously. She wasn't one bit jealous or annoyed like average married wifes would be if their husbands had a girl in their thoughts. No, she was also curious of who the girl could be.

"You're thinking of the girl." she said softly when she laid down beside James on the bed. James turned his head so he could see her better. "Do you think that maybe she reminds you of someone you knew closely?"

"Darling, I highly doubt that. If that is the case, why wouldn't I be able to remember then? I know I have seen those eyes before, but curse my bloody memory for that!" James stated, but began to smile when Tracy leaned into a soft kiss, which he returned.

"Surely you'll get the answer. I'm sure of it. Who knows, maybe there is a reason why she's here. A young girl in her age shouldn't go by herself, so it must happened something."

"You're absolutely right, my dear! But for now, we should get some sleep. Tomorrow we'll probably see her again and I'll make sure of she doesn't slip away like smoke again."

An hour later, Tracy was fast asleep while James was still awake and deep in thoughts. There were this uneasy feeling in his stomach, it wouldn't settle down. He had a terrifying feeling that something had happened back in London while he was gone on honeymoon. He tried to shrug it off and went to sleep, still with this worrying emotion.

"James. James. Please, wake up!"

He jolted awake, completely confused. Wasn't he in bed sleeping with Tracy? Where was Tracy? Why was everything white for?! James didn't like this, a white room have never been in his taste. To be honest, this was really uncomfortable.

Then he turned on his head and stared merely shocked. Before his eyes, where his good friend and former partner at the MI6. Brian Hughes, more known as Agent 0010. How was it even possible? Wasn't he supposed to be in London?

"James. When you see me like this, I'm dead. I'm no longer a part of the land of living, James."

James choked on his words, it can't be. Brian couldn't be dead, not now! "How?! It's not even possible!" he demanded to know. He saw a pained expression and Brian's eyes was filled of sorrow and regret.

"Blofeld. I found the secrets of his little organization, but my mission got compromised. They found me, but I managed to hide the microfilm with all the information." Brian explained shortly while James turned his gaze away. He didn't want to believe it, it must be a joke! This was completely rubbish!

"James, listen at me for once!" He flinched at Brian's hard tone on the words and saw in his blue eyes. This was seriously, it wasn't a joke. Now, he had to pay attention on his old friend. It was the only thing he could do for Brian.

"Listen carefully. Blofeld might won over me and killed me, but he won't stop until he get the microfilm back and my daughter has them!"

"Your daughter? Angelle?! No, wait here a moment! You simply wants me to search after your daughter, whom I haven't seen since her birth and find the microfilm? How am I even supposed to recognise her, Brian?!"

Brian smiled finally and James caught a glimpse of joy and pride in those blue eyes. "My daughter have my eyes, but she clearly earned her mother's beauty. Once you see her again, you'll recognize her. If it's too hard for you, she's wearing her mother's medallion. But you must find her so fast as possible. Blofeld plans to kill her, he might taken a lot of lives. But he can't take an innocent life and especially not my daughter. Please, promise me this, James."

James nodded slowly, with a pained emotion. Brian saved once his own life when they were young and he never got any chance to repay the debt. However, find Brian's daughter and protect her against Blofeld could be enough to honor Brian one last time. He was ready to do this, no matter what it costed.

"I understand and I accept the task. I won't fail you, I might failed to save your life like you save mine. But I'll doing this for your honor."

"Brilliant. Don't forget either that your lovely wife Tracy can protect her as well. I must say that you and her is a real dynamic duo together."

James was once again shocked and clueless. Brian had always been full by surprises, but even when he was dead? Now, this was getting too far of his jokes.

"How?! Do you sneak on us? Our privacy. Really, Brian..."

"I don't. I'm just saying it, but I really doesn't sneak on you, old friend. But I must say, it was a quite wonderous wedding you had. I just wish I could been there. Now, I think it's time for letting you return to Tracy and the reality. Cheerio, my old chap James!"

Brian started to disappear, much to James' dismay. He didn't want him to leave, not now! He tried to reach for Brian, but his lags didn't obey him. His feet was almost glued to the ground.

"Brian! Old friend, Brian! Wait!" He called out, but knew he had to stop when Brian became transparent and vanished. The surroundings became more foggy and James' mind gone dizzy.

James jolted awake, he was on his bed with Tracy sleeping on his side. Was it just a dream? Or was it real? He doubted more than ever. Was the dream real? Or was it fake? He started to wonder if Brian really was dead and if that's the case, how would he even find Angelle, Brian's daughter?

He felt a movement on his other side and knew at once Tracy had woke up. He decided to not waste anything and told her at once about the strange 'dream' he had. Tracy didn't interrupt him during his explaination, but nodded as she understood. Once he was finished, she gave her opinion.

"Do you think there were a reason behind? Dreams is after all based on the subconscious mind..."

They were interrupted by the phone ringing and James answered at once. Tracy saw how her husband's eyes widened and his expression turned into a frown. Once he hang up the phone, he turned to her. His face weared an expression of grim defeat, sorrow and he sighed heavily.

"It was M. I got news about this. The dream was real. Brian Hughes is dead." Those were his final words of the talk. Tracy could tell by his actions and expressions, that this was an great loss of an old friend.

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