Chapter 8
They longed the body over the bridge making Bond jump out of the car and dive after her. Free falling towards her, he spread his hand out wide to grab her in time before she reached the waters; Bond launched his Q-grip on the ledge of the bridge still holding her in his arm. Angel afraid of where she was with only darkness in her view began to struggle, as she gained consciousness.
Bond pulled himself over with Angel still fighting the bag off until Bond calmed her down.
"Angel calm down it's me!" he said "It's me James."
Slowly he removed the bag off her to see the beautiful girl's eyes with fear.
"James?" she said faintly as she embraced which he welcomed.
Task and his two agents reached the station too late the train had gone and there was no respond from Agent Marin, suddenly an Aston Martin appeared in their view. He was relieved to see Bond and Marin were safe as they approached him.
"I'm glad you two are safe." He said excitedly.
"They got away sir." She said ashamed.
"You're safe right now that's all that matters."
"We have Sven in custody." Bond said.
"Where is he?" she demanded still despiteful of him. Bond smiled as he walked towards the back of the car and opened the boot. Sven was looked at him with a strong malice peering through him.
"He's not going anywhere." He smiled closing the boot back into pure darkness.
Sven found himself in a dark room with light coming from the interrogation room where Task and his two agents were.
"Begin talking," Task said coldly.
Sven told him as much as he could where Voinovich stays and what he does with his kidnapped victims. Bond watched through a see through mirror as Sven told them everything.
He could feel the cold blood rushing through him knowing the girls were in danger.
"Those poor girls," Angel said coming from behind. "What do you think he'll do to them?" he saw the hint of worry in her eyes as she folded her arms in comfort.
"Nothing, if I have something to do to it." Bond said calmly, turning his concern to her. "You should go back to the hotel, and get some rest." He told her.
She nodded in agreement leaving his sight. Bond felt relieved that she was safe, the mission nearly killed her if he wasn't there but even when he was she nearly died; sacrifice we make, he said to himself.
Bond was back at his room about to take a shower until he heard the knock on the door; he knew it was Angel by the sound of the knock calmly opening it to see her dressed in a nightgown. Her skin was soft and delicate, even without her make up, she was alluring.
"What's wrong?" he asked seeing the sight in her eyes.
"I came to thank you." She said still eying him.
"It's not necessary." He told her.
"I could have ended up like them," she said. "They took out my communicator, I could have…" she tried to say.
"You could have been dead when I interfered."
"But I'm not." She countered. "I'm not because of you."
She entered the room without permission, matching heights with him; Bond grabbed her in his arms as they kissed passionately. He unloosened her dress at it fell to the floor; he could feel the adrenaline kick in his system. She jumped on Bond who carried her up to his level. She sucked on his neck leaving a mark, taken them to the bedroom. He laid her flat as he towered her, slowly they felt each other's warmth. Her eyes were closed gasping at every force he put on her, she was safe that's all he thought of right now. He had to find the others soon before the worst happened, hold on Petra. He said in his mind.
Inside Voinovich's mansion the three henchmen reported the bad news to their boss knowing his rage about the failure.
"We had to sir, she was an agent." Number 1 defended.
"So now they know where we are." He concluded.
"We threw her overboard; she was unconscious when we had her."
"Proving what?" Diego spat out impatiently.
"They can't find us, sir." Number 2 concluded.
"Useless," he snared looking at all three of them. "Get out of my sight, until I need you." He concluded. The men quickly left without a second thought. He took a bottle of Vodka pouring it into his glass with the ice giving the drink a kick.
He needed one more woman for this diamond smuggling operation he had already picked five able to store them he needed one more; he had to also keep the front of his work being only a brothel other than that. He thought of his previous captive, the girl Blight had captured, she was quite alluring enough for this operation.
He ordered his men to bring her to his chambers so he can have a glimpse of her. Evelyn had been in the cell randomly visited by guards, she could feel their eyes watching her and aching to have their feel, despite the fear of the men she had grown attached to Petra, with the loss of her friend she could tell she felt alone and scared the two understood that feeling.
"Everything's going to be alright Petra." She comforted her.
Petra needed an embrace slowly the two met at the center holding each other gently as Evelyn began to hum; it was soothing to an extent that made Petra feel safe.
Suddenly the door flung open as Petra tightened her embrace with Evelyn, their hearts began to beat fast unknown of what the two guards wanted.
The one of the left pointed to Evelyn making her move backwards until they unchained her and dragged her with them. Petra covered her face in misery, what was going to happen to her, the same fate as Jillian?
Evelyn was afraid but hid her fear completely from Diego's sight. He grinned viciously at her body she was truly a sexual appetite for anyone as she stood in front of him.
"What's your name?" he asked circling around her.
"None of your damn business." She said mid-sentence as he held her by the jaw.
"Careful my dear, I wouldn't want to waste a piece of work like you so soon."
"I wouldn't want it any other way." She said boldly.
"I see you've grown attached to my wife." He said making Evelyn horrified.
"Your wife?" she realized was Petra. She felt so sorrowful. "Bastard!"
He approached her getting closer and closer as she backed away; he found more arousal in her eyes. She looked for anything to defend herself and found a wineglass grabbing it and breaking it on the wall to create a sort of weapon for her.
"Stay away from me!" she protested. His smile grew more and more at the attempt she made. He moved forward grabbing her by the wrist and pinning her to the floor.
"Even better than her." He said ready to long himself on her until she slapped the glass on his left side creating three slashes from his ear to his jaw. He moved back wiping the blood off his face.
She knew she had made a dangerous mistake and was afraid of the outcome. He grabbed her tossing her to the wall as she screamed in pain.
She would do for this plan indeed, but he would have to make her suffer more. His men rushed into the room to see him tend to his wounds.
"Take her back to her cell." He said cleaning the blood. "Tomorrow we begin the process."
She walked away with them feeling safer. The plan was to pick five girls to use to smuggle diamonds, through them until they reached their destination.
So far since he aligned with Blight the plan had gone smoothly several girls had been used as human cargos to ship diamonds across Amsterdam to Australia; the side effects was death but they could easily be replaced.
Bond and Marin met with Task outside of the interrogation room; his face looked hardened but accomplished.
"I take it we have something?" Bond asked. Task nodded in confirmation as he led them to the room.
"He says; that certain girls are selected to be used for an experiment."
"Experiment?" Marin asked confused.
"A way to smuggle across the country," he said.
"Using human cargos," Bond stated. "Only this time they would be people that are already presumed dead."
"What do you mean?" she asked unsteadily.
"Imagine someone from dying in another country and wanting the body to be shipped back for crimination." Bond stated. "Where would the diamonds, be hidden?"
"In the bodies." She concluded. "They would go through all this trouble?"
"No there's something more," Bond theorized. "The diamonds are just part of it, there's some use for them apart from their value."
"Probably what Blight was working on?" Task said. "Your superior informed me."
"Do we have any idea of what it is?" Marin asked unsure.
"The only clue was a cartridge." Bond said stopping in mid-thought; a cartridge that could fit into a device, a computer? No something much simpler; a gun!
Guns that used diamond bullets a weapon so unreal they could be used as a means to smuggle and eliminate killing two birds with one stone.
"With the diamonds industry losing its' value, the economy would be in a sink hole." Task concluded.
"We have to find the buyer." Marin stated. "I'll check every known contact of Blight or Voinovich."
"We have to rescue those girls, Task." Bond concluded.
"Just as well, our friend just told us a possible location."
Task agreed as the two went into his office to discuss the plan, Bond would have to go into the red light district of Amsterdam asking for connections to Voinovich or any thing connected with his business.
Bond's objective is to pinpoint the location so they can begin the raid with hard evidence. The evidence they could go on was word from Marin herself as a witness.
"Task we can't waste any more time, who knows what he could decide soon."
"I know James, but we can't just go barging in."
"Does he have powerful friends around?"
"No,"
"Then we don't have a problem." Bond concluded.
Bond was armed with his PPK, as the only weapon he needed right now, he kept the stealth suit inside the closet for now knowing he would use it for later. He also kept a combat knife around his leg strap as a secondary weapon. He wore a three piece suit, while his gun kept in the holster of his jacket.
Angel met with Bond on all the buyers Blight could be working with, she handed him a drive disk to use.
"It's what I manage to get." She said knowing Bond might be entering the gates of hell.
"Thank you Angel." Bond smiled.
"Please be careful, James." He could see the despair in her eyes. His smile gave her ease as she returned it faintly before leaving his sight.
Bond used the system scrambler to contact Montgomery trying to trace a train that kidnapped Angel.
"Do you know where its last stop was?" he asked.
"The train you described varies, there are about several stations it could be in."
"I need one close to Zuid."
"Zuid, you're in luck computers received a train about five hours ago, there were only three passengers in there."
"That's the one, thanks Monty I'll let you know if anything else occurs."
"We'll do 007." He signed off.
Bond decided to revise his strategy, he had to find Voinovich's lair; but the problem was how? If Sven had told them all he knows then it was useless, anyone could be working for Voinovich or not and when was the deadline for the operation?
He thought for a second, his best bet was to trace the train to Zuid and find Voinovich or bring him out of hiding.
Bond was accompanied by Redmond, Task's agent to help him with translation and report any findings if Bond disappears.
They took separate cars with Redmond following Bond in a distant trying to keep a low profile when they reached their destination. Task kept in contact with both of them through a device on them; the device carried an earpiece to communicate with him cutesy of Q-branch.
"Good luck." Task told them as the cars roared out of their station heading towards their destination, with Bond leading while Redmond followed.
Bond made sure he had all he needed for this mission, his P99, his Q-scrambler and surprising enough his Q-grip.
"Care to race Mr. Bond?" Redmond called out through his communicator. Bond let out a mischievous grin with the acceleration of the car increasing signaling the race has begun.
Bond made sure he left him at a manageable distance until they reached their destination.
The scenery kept switching from modern municipal buildings to countryside fields, Bond felt his heart accelerating getting the thrill of racing, with his ego in control he wanted to make sure he got the best of Redmond and to get his fuel to execute if it comes down to it.
They were alerted when they got close to Zuid the drive had been three hours long, with the race moving time faster.
Bond and Redmond decided to separate to make the search fast and contact each other once they found something.
"Sounds good, inform me if you uncover something." Bond told him.
"We'll do Mr. Bond." Redmond replied wishing him good luck.
Bond swerved right finding his way towards the city district; it was calming to be around familiar sightings of buildings to restaurants.
It won't be long before, he entered the underworld of Zuid; Voinovich would have to be known here, or maybe a possible contact.
He studied the city with the night life slowly taking its place in the darkness of this world. Bond surveyed every character he passed by until he noticed a man moving frantically pass him on the sidewalk, entering to a corner.
Bond recognized him as one of Angel's kidnappers he decided to follow him on foot. He parked the car at an alleyway armed with his Q-grip and P99; Bond stalked after him noting every turn he made until he reached a club called Draco's; possibly a brothel or Voinovich's spot. He had to get in he knew he couldn't enter automatically and decided to use another means. A man dressed in a heavy fur-coat with shades covering his eyes passed him by. Possibly an associate or just someone in need of girls to sell Bond knew that was his ticket in. He grabbed the man from behind taking him to a dark corner as he took his money and shades leaving the man unconscious or unknown.
He adjusted his jacket after the brief confrontation with the unknown and approached the guard.
"What do you want?"
"I'd like to see Voinovich." Bond said. "I have some business to deal with him."
"You're not on the list." He snared.
"I'm sure we can come to something." Bond said revealing half of the money he stole from the pimp.
The man's eyes were unmoved but complied to the bribe, snatching it from Bond as he signaled him to enter.
"Thought you might." He said entering.
The guard told his boss about the man who just entered with Voinovich projecting a venomous look. The question of Who is he? Donned on his face, he too would like to meet this fellow…
