I don't own James Bond, just playing around with some of the character.
I do hope you are enjoying it so far.
Chapter Four
Tristan slowly came around, and shivered a little as the temperature in the room had dropped while he had been unconscious. He opened his one good eye, the other now swollen shut properly, and looked around the room as best as his limited eyesight would allow. He could tell that there was no one else in the room with him. The brunette stood up, and shaking a little, he walked around the room. He came to the door and was about to try it when he frowned, he could hear someone out side of it talking.
"The Boss said we should leave him alone, at least till morning." Came one voice, it was low and gruff, and Tristan could easily imagine a muscle man being behind it.
"Yeah, we gotta make sure this guy does it, the last one that tried failed. We need the list as soon as possible according to the Boss. It will get us to hook up with them," the other said, his voice was a little smoother than the other.
"As soon as he's done it the Boss said to kill him, and get rid of him." The gruff voice gave a dry chuckle.
Tristan stood still as he listened, happy that he had gone with his first instinct and declined in helping them. He shuddered to think, that if he had done it, if he had given in, he would be dead by now. He couldn't help but wonder if they would have tracked him down and killed him, since they knew where he live, and the places he went to, if was a frightening thought that he wouldn't even be safe he if went home.
He moved away from the door, since what the two were now talking about was football. He started to look around the room, hoping that he would be able to find a way out. He went around slowly, mindful of his bruises, knowing that his ribs were at least bruised, and his head ached badly, throbbing in time with his heart. He couldn't tell if that was just because of the bad eye, or if he had a concussion. He made sure to pay attention, not wanting to miss anything that might be lying around, that might be able to get him out of there and to safety.
Tristan reached he only source of light in the room, the window. It was a large lift up window, that you didn't see very much theses days. The light that was coming through was now only that of a street light. Tristan looked out, and couldn't really tell where he was, and he hoped that he was still in London somewhere. He felt around the window, feeling the seams as best as he could, someone had painted the frame at one point and the paint was all over it. He moved it a little, smiling to himself when it opened a little. He tried a bit more and then froze as it made a loud sound. He looked to the door, and waited to see if anyone had heard and would come inside.
He sighed in relief when no one came though. He carried on working for a little while, trying to loosen the dried and old paint that had gripped the framed and window, and sealed then together. He wished that he had something that would help him in getting rid of it. He looked around, but couldn't tell if there was anything, he didn't want to give up, but knew that he wouldn't be able to get the window open without getting rid of some of it. He sighed as he moved away and started to look around the rest of the room that he hadn't got around to looking through.
Tristan felt himself kick something with his foot as he walked, he bent down a little and smirked to himself when he was able to tell that it was a stone, or something like that. He picked it up and grinned when it really was a stone, he noted that two of the sides were a little sharp. They were sharp enough that it should be able to scrap some of the paint away, he just hoped it was hard enough for the job.
He quickly returned to the window and began to scrap the paint away, pausing every now and then, just in case someone might come in and see what he was doing. Tristan didn't know how long he was working at it, but when he tried the window a fourth time it moved more. He slowly lifted it up, weary of the sound it could make. He was happy that he was skinny as he was able to fit through the gap that it made. He looked out and gulped a little, he was on the second floor.
He swung himself out of the window and started to lower himself down, slipping quite quickly. He fell to the hard concrete, wincing as he did so. He stood up as fast as he could and started to take a step, but his ankle gave out on him, causing him to crash to the floor once again. He looked to his ankle and frowned, he must have hurt it when he had fallen. He sighed and got to his feet, and even though his ankle protested the weight he was putting on it, he started to look around a little, not recognising anything. He walked out of the back alley and started off in one direction, hoping it would lead him to somewhere familiar.
Tristan didn't know how long he was walking for, but he smiled when he started to see things that were familiar to him. He walked a little faster, shivering a little in the cool night air. He was happy that it was dark, since it gave him that feeling of safety, and protection from people watching him. He stopped as he turned onto yet another street and grinned, this was more than familiar, it was one he walked along daily. He picked up his pace a little more and limped towards home.
He needed help, and the only people he could think that might be able to help in his situation would MI6. He needed to find a place where he could go and try and contact them. He didn't really know anything, but maybe he could get them to help him catch them or something. He figured out the basic of what he needed to do and within twenty minutes of limping, he reached home. He banged on the door, hoping that someone would be in. No one answered, he shuddered a little, as he banged the door again, using what strength he could.
"What!?" came an angry and annoyed voice as the door was wretched open, "TC!" came the shocked voice, the anger gone as the one that opened the door saw who it was.
"Andy," Tristan said in relief, as he made to enter the house, only to stumble a little over the step, his ankle still protesting his walking on it. Andy grabbed him quickly, and kept him from falling over. He helped him into the house, and was about to take him up the stairs, when Tristan pulled away, he could just about see the questioning look on his face, "Grab my laptop, put it in my bag and bring it down here quickly," he instructed, "I'll have to explain later on."
Andy looked him over and would have said something, but decided, with the serious and even scared look on his friends face, he would do as he was asked. He ran up the stairs to the attic room, that was Tristan's, and grabbed his friends' laptop, he saw the spare glasses on the table and grabbed them as well. He had noticed that his friend had a swollen left eye, a small gash on his forehead, that was scabbing over, and no glasses, he didn't know what else was wrong with him, but he couldn't help but be worried for him.
He put the laptop in the bag and slinging it on his shoulder and rushed back down the stairs. He got to the top of the last stairs case in the house and stopped a little, and slowed down. He looked down to his friend, who was now sitting just inside the front door, the door was closed tight, and all the locks were engaged on it. He wanted to know what was going on as he reached the bottom of the stairs.
Andy went over and sat down on the floor next to him, he handed over the glasses first. Tristan took them and gave him a weak smile as he put them on, "What happened TC?" he asked as he then carried on, "You went out this morning for a cup of tea, and you never came back, you've never disappeared like that before, so what's going on?" The worry was evident in his friends voice as he then handed over the backpack with the laptop inside.
Tristan sighed, "Sorry Andy, I really don't have the time, though I do suggest that if anyone comes looking for me, tell them you've seen me but I left straight away, something is going on, but I can't say, I don't want you or the others in danger at all." He told him as he began to stand, feeling a little unsteady on his feet, and his ankle and head throbbing in tandem.
Andy was a little unsure about letting him go and was abut to say something when he changed his mind and suggested something else, "Look you're my best friend, no way am I letting you go out on your own, you look a state. I'm coming with you, where ever you go." His eyes showing Tristan that he would just follow the others, no matter what he said.
Tristan sighed, not really wanting Andy to go with him, but nodded his head in agreement, "Right, we need you get a move on. I'll explain as we walk. I don't know how long it will take before they notice me missing. I need to get somewhere that is safe and out of the way, where they wouldn't think to look." He said as the two of them left the house. Andy carrying the laptop bag and helping to support Tristan as the slightly younger man explained everything to him, and he did mean everything.
Well, I do hope you are enjoying this fic. Please review and tell me what you all think. I would really like to know. I'm still really unsure about this one.
