Chapter Seven: Carla
M looked away from the woman in front of her and found Bond standing by the door. His eyes were transfixed on the woman with dark brown hair who stood in front of her. M waited a moment before breaking the cold silence that gripped the room by saying, "Hello, 007."
"Good morning, M. So, who's this?" Bond asked as he walked to the two chairs in front of M's desk. Bond studied the woman for a moment as he walked towards her. She stood about 5 feet, 9 inches and had a very inviting figure. Her hair came down to her shoulders and shielded her face from anyone who looked from behind. Bond came to a stop next to the woman and waited for an introduction.
The woman turned towards Bond and revealed a beautiful face that was aided by brown eyes and large sensuous lips that drew Bond's attention like a magnet.
"I'm Carla Evening. And you are?" The woman said as she stuck out her hand in anticipation of a handshake.
"Bond. James Bond." Bond said as he accepted her hand with his in a handshake. 'So you work for MI5?" Bond asked as they both withdrew their hands back to their respective sides.
"I actually work for MI6. I was the MI6 representative into the investigation into what we then thought to be a rogue Janus cell here in London." Carla explained in a Welsh accent.
"I ended up going undercover and joined the cell. That's how I got to know about the attempt to kill you."
Bond looked at Carla with a sudden suspicion. It seemed odd that the building that Janus was using was destroyed and Carla didn't seem to be there. "I assume then you were at MI5 when the building Janus was using destroyed?" Bond asked, his voice quietly hiding the suspicion as Bond's piercing blue gray eyes revealing the suspicion.
"Yes. I was told to go home and I reported straight to MI5. I'm sorry I couldn't have been sooner." Carla explained, her voice carrying the knowledge that she knew of Bond's suspicions. Bond only returned a quiet, almost angry stare in return.
"Miss Evening brought the transcript of a conversation that was made just before the building exploded." M interrupted, handing a folder a standard MI6 folder with two pages inside to Bond. He opened it and quickly read it.
When he finished, bond closed it and put it back on M's desk. A look of anger and revenge appeared in bond's eyes. "They have a source inside this building." Bond said in a grim tone as he looked first at M, and then at Carla.
"Yes. I'll have a security search started immediately. The source obviously knew enough to get the phone line tapped. I'll keep you and Miss Evening informed while you're both in Russia." M said in hope of breaking the tension between the two agents. Her voice carried a sense of worry that a criminal group had penetrated her organization.
Bond suddenly looked away from Carla towards M. "She's coming with me?" Bond said in a moment of not very well hidden shock. M looked into Bond's eyes.
"Yes. She's a candidate for 00 status and this will determine if she's ready to go into the training school in the Falklands. I assume then, you'll have no problem finding Miss Evening a reliable partner, 007. Good luck." M said firmly as she leaned back some in her chair. With that Bond and Carla left M's office, leaving M alone to prepare to brief the Prime Minister thirty minutes later.
Bond and Carla walked into Moneypenny's office just as Moneypenny hung up the phone on her desk. "I've booked two tickets for British Airways flight 315 to St. Petersburg. You'll pick up your tickets at Heathrow." Moneypenny said as Bond and Carla entered. Moneypenny looked Carla over. "Watch out for, James. He can be a very demanding partner from what I hear." Moneypenny said to Carla.
Carla only smiled. "Oh, I think I can keep 007 in line." Carla said in a very sensuous tone. Bond smiled and Carla walked out of the office.
"Keep your shirt on, James." Moneypenny said with a smile as she began to type on the computer keyboard again.
Bond smiled and walked over to Moneypenny. He reached over and stroked her brown hair and took the pair of glasses off her face. "That will only be for you, Moneypenny." Bond said with a wide smile. Bond then replaced the glasses on Moneypenny's face and walked off. Moneypenny smiled as Bond walked out the door and adjusted her glasses that Bond had put on her crocked. She sighed as she always did, shook her head, and went back to typing.
Barely 90 minutes later, British Airways flight 315 took off from Heathrow on a four hour trek to St. Petersburg and the answer to who had ordered the attempt on the life of one of her majesty's secret servants.
