There are quite a few flashbacks in this chapter. They'll be in italics. There's some M rated stuff, but I don't think I did a good job of writing it. I don't know, you guys will just have to see. And that no killing rule only applies when Lucas is in the U.S. Also, I felt my writing style drastically suffer over the past few days, so bear with me.
Moscow, Russia
Lucas sat in a Russian café in a pea coat, white dress shirt, slim fit pants, patented leather shoes, and aviator shades, drinking an espresso.
"On s'est mis à poil (We got naked)." Lucas raised his eyebrows in amusement, but he didn't bother to look at the owner of the voice. She continued, "Nous avons baise (We fucked)."
He couldn't help but turn around.
He chuckled, "Lizaveta Petrova, the Russian who prefers to speak in French." He walked towards her to give her a hug.
"Lucas Scott, the only man who didn't want me twice."
"Who says I don't still want you now?"
"Nice try. By the way, I knew about the bet."
Flashback
Lucas was walking the streets of Moscow with James Bond.
"Scott, let's make a bet."
Lucas' interest was piqued, "What's the bet?"
"First to bed Lizaveta Petrova."
"What the prize?"
"You mean other than her?" James asked in mock surprise, "Five hundred thousand pounds."
"I'm in."
End flashback
"Really?"
"When I failed to show Bond any interest, he came to me and told me about your little wager."
Flashback
"Bond"she nodded in acknowledgement.
"Petrova. Before you decide to sleep with my good friend, there's something you should know. We made a bet seeing who could sleep with you first. The prize-"
"Other than me?"
Bond chuckled, "I said the same thing. Five hundred thousand pounds; that's the prize."
End flashback
"That bastard. I should've known he wouldn't play clean."
"I still slept with you, didn't I?"
"But not before sleeping with Bond, right? He did seem horribly interested in you."
"I never slept with him."
"I'm curious. You knew about the bet. Why didn't you just walk away?"
She ran a finger down his chest. "And miss the chance to sleep with you? I don't think so."
Lucas laughed. "Bet or no bet, I would've done the same."
She raised an eyebrow and pulled him closer to her lips, "Really? So why did you leave me in the middle of the night?"
Flashback
She bit down on his bottom lip as they kissed. Both tore at each other's clothes as if they couldn't get it off fast enough. That was always how it was with his women.
They landed on the bed, stripped free of all clothing with Lucas on top. Before he could do another thing, she switched their positions so that she was on top. He tried to switch back, but she kept a firm hand on his chest. There was no foreplay; just rough, quick sex. She positioned herself on top of him and allowed his length to enter. She rode him while he laid one hand on her waist, guiding her and massaged her breasts with the other. Finally, he couldn't take it anymore; he rolled them over so that he was now on top. He thrusted quickly, garnering ecstatic moans and screams from Lizaveta. His later thrusts got deeper, reaching depths she had never felt before. It wasn't long before they both climaxed. They continued until it subsided, sweat adorning their bodies.
Lucas had a clear rule. He would sleep with a woman, but he would never stay for breakfast. He searched for all articles of clothing, quickly dressed and took one last look at her before leaving the room. She was amazing sex.
Paris, France
Gisele Savreux. She worked for the Deuxième Bureau. More specifically, she was an operative working with him.
"Stay in the car and monitor all movements," said Lucas, grabbing the empty suitcase.
He walked towards the men. They switched suitcases, theirs containing a microchip. He checked first. The microchip was the original. He motioned them to check. Knowing that his suitcase contained nothing, he pulled out his gun and shot the men. The driver was visibly frightened. Lucas aimed in the driver's direction and fired. He ran back to the car.
"5.8 seconds. Not bad," complimented Gisele.
"Thanks."
Gisele and Lucas came through the door, lips locked onto each other. She unbuttoned his dress shirt while he worked on her dress' zipper. When his shirt was off, she began working on his belt.
"T'es trop sexy (You are really sexy),"Lucas said when her dress was off and she was in her underwear.
She laughs in response.
"Pourquoi ris-tu? (Why are you laughing?)" he asks, chuckling back.
She responds, "Tais-toi (Shut up)" before pushing him onto the bed.
End flashback
Lucas unconsciously rubbed his bottom lip as he thought back. After a few seconds he said, "I had to go to France at the last minute."
She teased, "You mean, so you could sleep with Gisele Savreux?" Lucas was shocked that she knew. "Yea, she's one of my friends."
Lucas smiled before saying "Est-ce que tu es libre ce soir?" (Are you free tonight?)
"Pourquoi?" (Why?)
"Permets-moi de t'offrir quelque chose à boire." (Let me buy you a drink)
"She joked, "Va te faire foutre, (Fuck yourself)" knowing very well that's exactly what he would be doing to her tonight.
"Mihailov, what's the status on Tarasov?"
"He's been moving around in safe houses all week. My brothers have been trailing him and they found something that might be of good use to you."
"What is it?"
"There's a deal going down. If the buyer offers a good price, Tarasov plans to sell immediately. They're meeting at the Vogue Café. You should be able to intercept them if you head there now."
Lucas hung up. He was walking as quickly as he could. Along the way, walking had progressed into running.
Suddenly he stopped. "Shit," he muttered. He had spotted Julian. What the hell was he doing there? Then, it all clicked. Julian was the buyer. If the deal went through, there would be no telling what Davis would do.
He ran to the café, using the crowd as cover. Someone was unloading 5-gallon bottles of water from a truck. Lucas took two as he slowed down near the café, ignoring the protests of the worker. He whipped out his Swiss army knife and punctured holes in both of them. He quickly emptied the bottles onto the street as he took notice of Julian's approaching figure. Lucas took the vial of cesium from his UV light and threw it onto the water. He ran, hoping that the sample was large enough to cause a diversion.
The explosion sent Julian running in the opposite direction "Thank god for Q," he whispered to himself while catching his breath. The worker unloading the bottles of water tapped on his shoulder. Lucas threw 1,500 rubles at the man before he left to find Mihailov.
Lucas was waiting in his car when Mihailov entered.
"Julian Baker. He's the one initiating the deal," Lucas said before turning to look at Mihailov.
"So what's the problem? Take him out. You have a license to kill."
"I can't."
"Why not?"
"I just can't. Call it an obligation to a friend if you will." Lucas had grown particularly fond of Brooke. Their conversation a few nights before was proof of how much Brooke loved Julian. He couldn't bear to take Julian away from her.
Mihailov gave a disapproving look. "Fine. Take this comms unit. My brothers are scattered all over the perimeter, so we should be able to pick up a signal. Tarasov had his driver take him to an abandoned safe house outside the city. Here's the address," Mihailov handed him a piece of paper and the comms unit. He then exited the car before Lucas started the engine.
Lucas turned on the navigation system. He followed the directions indifferently, thinking only of the situation he was in. He was a 00 agent. Regardless of who the person was, he was always able to kill in cold blood. Now, one harmless woman was able to stop him from killing. He wouldn't deny it: he was sexually attracted to her, but that was all it was. For some reason, her emotions struck something inside of him. All women knew him to be an insensitive asshole, hell he knew it himself.
His job was most important to him. It was all he had known. He was born to be a 00. If someone were to take that away from him, he wouldn't know what to do. It was the same for Brooke. To her, Julian was the most important person. If he took Julian away from her, she would be lost. She would be broken into pieces and he knew he would be off bedding a woman in Bucharest. That was part of the reason he couldn't kill Julian. Brooke was innocent in all of this. She proved to be the only source of light in a house shrouded in complete darkness. He knew the guilt would live with him if he were the one to break her. The worst part was he wouldn't have the time to fix her.
There was a limo parked outside the safe house door. The driver was leaning against it, smoking a cigarette. He would have to find an alternate way in.
Lucas took out his silencer and attached it to his gun. He made his way quickly under the cover of the trees. There was a fire escape on the side of the safe house; that was his way in. He carefully ran up the visibly ancient steps, praying he wouldn't make any noise. And with that, one of the steps broke. He was hanging on off one of the steps. Clearly someone had heard the noise as he found himself pointed at with a gun. Before the man could shoot, Lucas drew his gun and shot him. Amateur. No one calls for backup. He'd come back later to clean up his body.
He pulled himself up and started to walk again, careful not to break any more steps. He opened the door, only allowing his head through to check for any people that might catch him. When no one was in sight, Lucas walked along the passageway, peeking over the edge as he did so.
Tarasov was waiting alone when Julian showed up.
"Have you got the Leopard?" asked Julian.
"The deal's off. I'm going to sell it in a few months like I originally planned to do. There's too much risk now."
Julian scoffed. "Risk? There's no risk. Sell it to me now. I have 10 million dollars and it's all yours. If you don't give me the Leopard, you'll have nothing-life included."
To Julian's chagrin, Tarasov started laughing. "I'll have nothing? The Leopard is stored somewhere you'll never find it. I'm not stupid; I'm not going to hide it in my office or home. If you kill me, you'll have nothing. You're engaged to that Davis girl, no? If I end up dead, you won't get the Leopard. Your marriage arrangement falls through and your soon-to-be father-in-law will bury you. You want the Leopard? Wait a couple of months like the rest of us and have your business contact get it for you." Tarasov turned to leave, muttering, "Stupid Americans. And to think I was going to sell to someone other than a Russian."
Lucas talked into his comms unit. "Mihailov, you can call your brothers off. Tarasov won't have anything in his office or home. It won't be in his safety deposit box. We just need to find out where that son of a bitch hid it."
"My brothers are trailing him. He'll probably keep under the radar for a couple of days. We'll try to get him to move the Leopard so that we'll know where it is. You can get back to having sex or whatever it is you do."
Lucas laughed in response, "I will. I know you prefer Bordeaux Red, but I've got a bottle of 1973 Dom Perignon waiting for you at your apartment. A little thank you of sorts and congratulations for stopping the deal. You were always better than Zukovsky. It was always like Bond to work with someone difficult."
Mihailov added, "Not to mention the fact, I'm younger, slimmer, and more attractive."
Lucas laughed again, "The first two yes, the last one however, I can't say I find you attractive."
Uzbekistan
"M, Davis was the one that set up the deal. The deal fell through. The Leopard is still at large, but I have a contact looking for it. Have you got an I.D. on Davis' man?"
"He has a bigger frame than you. He's bald and wears a mustache. There's a scar on the right side of his head and a dragon tattoo on the left. We need you to find the precise reason he's there."
"Alright."
Lucas wore a military uniform, easily disguising himself among the others. He began walking towards a door marked "No Entry." Lucas walked past a tall man, who had left the room. He made his way quickly to catch the door.
The room was a computer hackers' convention. Lucas scanned several screens as his eyes widened in realization. This was an organized attempt at infiltrating the databases of top secret government agencies around the world. He walked to an empty computer and inserted a flash drive Q had given him from a previous mission. It would remotely access the computer, download all files, and provide communication between MI6 and himself.
A window popped up. Lucas looked to his left and right before opening it. He began typing.
M, they're running an organized hack. They want access to the government databases around the world. As he waited for a reply, he began searching through some of their files. One in particular caught his attention. He paled as he read through it. There was still no reply.
I repeat, the base is running an organized hack. Davis is trying to hack into the MI6 database. And there's a 30 million dollar bounty on my head.
So the reviews have died down quite a bit and frankly, I'm a little disappointed. Call me greedy or whatever, but I live off your reviews. Brooke didn't show up in this chapter, but I promise I'll make it up to you in the next chapter.
These reviewers have proven to be loyal. Your reviews are just readily met with wide grins.
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So, I don't want to take up an insane amount of space responding to my reviewers and this was pretty much a quick thank you. So yea, thanks to the people that reviewed and just because you weren't mentioned doesn't mean you're not as equally important. I'm kind of begging here, so REVIEW!