Author's Note: This is my revised version Of Alec's Goldeneye. I hope you enjoy it. I do not own James Bond or any characters from the James Bond universe, I have simply borrowed them for my story. My OC's belong to me along with the story and ideas in it. Please read and review.
Chapter 4: Statue Park
I quietly sit in the car on the way to someplace called the Statue Park. I'm still fuming from earlier. James had left me sitting in our hotel room all day while he ran around town looking for clues on where to find Janus. Apparently James had agreed to meet him in this park that now held statues. Now we're headed there to confront Janus.
We arrive at the park and Xenia parks the car.
"I must say I've had a lovely evening, you?" James asks.
"Once again the pleasure was all yours." Xenia says.
"You'll understand if I don't call." James says.
"I won't lose sleep over it."
"Sweet dreams." James says as he hits Xenia on the back of the head, which knocks her out.
James and I get out of the car and head to the meeting place. We get there and James starts barking orders at me, which I resent.
"I want you to stay hidden." James says.
"Why?" I ask.
"I don't want you to get hurt."
"Fine, I'll go hide." I grumble.
I walk away and find a place to watch the action. I just hope I'm not seen. James walks toward a figure hidden in the shadows. The figure steps into the light and I see Janus for the first time. Only this isn't Janus, it's my father.
I can't believe what I'm seeing, my father is Janus. Or, at least I think it's my father. Suddenly Janus speaks.
"Hello James." Janus says.
"Alec?" James asks as though reading my mind.
"Back from the dead, no longer just an anonymous star on the memorial wall at MI-6."
James is unusually quiet. Does he have no reply for this 'Janus' guy.
"What's the matter James? No glib remark? No pithy comeback?" My dad asks almost mocking James.
"Why?" James asks surprised.
I want to know why too.
"Hilarious question, particularly from you. Did you ever ask why? Why we toppled all those dictators, undermined all those regimes? Only to come home 'Well done, good job, but sorry old boy, everything you risked your life and limb for has changed'." My dad says.
"It was the job we were chosen for." James says.
The shock in his voice still stands out.
"Of course you'd say that. James Bond, Her Majesty's loyal terrier, defender of the so called faith."
James draws his gun and points it at my dad. He sees this and calls James out.
"Oh please James, put it away, it's insulting to think I haven't anticipated your every move."
"Yes." James mumbles.
"I trusted you Alec." James says snapping himself from his trance.
"Trust, what a quaint idea." My dad says rubbing his tongue over his teeth.
'What the hell is going on here?' I think.
This is so unlike my father. I want to know what has gotten into him.
"How did the MI-6 screening miss that your parents were Lienz Cossacks?" James asks.
I'm not surprised by this. My dad told me about my grandparent's background before he left for the Arkangel mission.
"Once again your faith has been misplaced. They knew. We're both orphans James, but while your parents had the luxury of dying in a climbing accident, mine survived the British betrayal and Stalin's execution squads. But my father couldn't let himself or my mother live with the shame of it. MI-6 figured I was too young to remember. And so in one of life's little ironies, the son went to work for the government whose betrayal caused the father to kill himself and his wife." My dad says.
"Hence Janus, the two faced Roman God come to life." James says.
"It wasn't God who gave me this face, it was you. Setting the timers for three minutes instead of six."
What is my dad talking about? James is the one responsible for the way he now looks. This is unreal.
"Am I supposed to feel sorry for you?" James asks almost mocking my dad.
"No, you're supposed to die for me." My dad quips.
James smiles a bit at this remark.
"Oh, by the way. I did think of asking you to join my little scheme, but somehow I knew 007's loyalty was always to the mission, never to his friend." My dad says.
James doesn't respond.
"Closing time James, last call."
I see this red dot appear on James' neck. A dart appears out of nowhere and James crumples to the ground. My dad stands over James' form and speaks.
"For England James."
The next thing I know, I'm surrounded by what appear to be guards. Something hits me on the back of the head and I start to black out. The last thing I remember seeing before I completely lose consciousness is some guard smirking at me.
