You guys deserve a medal. My skills in action writing are my Achilles Heel. Hopefully this isn't to painful to read :S Shout outs at the end.
Of Admittance and Acceptance part 2:
It was simple enough to lead the thugs on a merry chase through the secret passages of the London Underground. Admittedly Bond had little idea of which direction he was heading, but he could still hear the trains, meaning he wasn't too lost.
Of course then he hit a rather lovely dead end.
There was a door, which was unfortunately locked and there was little time for him to shoot out the thick padlock and escape. In essence, he had to follow the old adage 'A good defense is the best offense'.
Swinging around, he barely had time to take aim and shoot at one of the moving targets bounding towards him. He happened to strike the accountant in the shoulder. Not lethal, but painful enough to slow him down. That left the large, brutish man who looked to be former military of some sort.
Lovely.
Due to the close quarters, the man did not attempt to shoot, and instead charged at Bond, fast enough that he didn't have to aim and fire. In what could only be described as a crude rugby tackle, he pinned James to floor and went straight for the carotid rather than full on strangulation. That, at the very least, suggested they meant to take him alive; ten seconds of pressure on the carotid would end with him in unconsciousness rather than death.
Bond could only imagine what they had in store for him after that.
It was not a pretty picture; James had seen enough 'interrogations' to know that much.
Oh HELL no.
Le Chiffre may have bested James and been given the chance, but no other human in the world would ever torture James Bond.
Unless it was that fetching model I met...
Cursing his somewhat unique train of thought, James decided it was probably time to stop the man atop him. His vision was starting to blur and it would be seconds before he passed out completely.
With a quick whack to the man's arm and a second to his left kidney, Bond managed to faze his attacker long enough in order to wiggle out from under him. Next, a well aimed kick to the rib cage assured James a few seconds to find his gun. Of course in those few seconds, the man lashed out a leg and toppled James back into the dirt where he started and landed a few good kicks on him in revenge.
By this point, James' body was screaming in protest at the abuse it faced and he scrabbled the ground with his hands in a wild attempt at finding a gun. Usually in these situations, his luck wasn't too bad. Imagine his supreme irritation when his hands clenched nothing solid.
Well, this is certainly a fine moment for a first time.
Alas his weapon was quite mislaid in the dirt of the tunnel and the dull light was not helping matters.
Cursing mentally, James felt another blow land to the side of his rib cage and when he rolled he felt metal under his body. With quick fingers, he latched onto the solid weight of the pistol.
Finally.
"Alright Sirs, I think that's quite enough." The sound of a gun clicking and a smooth voice made everyone stop. Raising his face from the ground, Bond saw who M sent to aid him.
"Trevelyan."
"Bond." The man had his gun pointed in their general vicinity and looked very smug, "You were handling that well." The sarcasm was evident.
Bastard.
"Yes, I was." Bond held up the pistol in his hand which he had landed on seconds earlier and shot 006 a rather nasty glare.
"Come now, I was only joking James." Alec rolled his eyes at Bond's hostility. Behind him, more agents started to filter into the area and quickly had both the accountant and his body guard in irons, "Since this all is covered, perhaps we ought to locate that wayward daughter of yours."
I cannot think of any need in childhood as strong as a father's protection -Sigmund Freud
It took Kendra only a few minutes to become hopelessly lost in the maze of tunnels and people. She was running too fast to even catch what the signs were saying and was panting hard. In fact, she was starting to wonder if running around like this was causing more attention that hiding her from her enemy, but James had said to run and so she would until he found her. Taking a sharp left, she bolted through an open door and found herself in a vast empty hallway with no witnesses and the ex-military gun for hire only seconds behind her.
Fantastic.
All she could do was continue to run. There was something primal about it; the closer her potential kidnapper or murderer got, the more boxed in she felt and the faster Kendra tried to move her legs. She could already imagine the forceful hands that would drag her away from the world that she had just so recently returned to.
A world she was content to leave.
It was such a heavy feeling that it made breathing difficult, it made moving difficult.
As she sprinted and made another left, her phone started ringing.
"Hello?" her voice came out in harsh breaths. There was a quality of panic in her voice which Kendra herself had not heard in what felt like years.
"Make a left, Miss Belfort." The voice was unfamiliar and Kendra was very much hesitant to listen to it.
"Who the hell-?!"
"My name is Q, Miss Belfort. I'm with MI6," he assured her quickly and coolly, "make your next left."
As far as Kendra was concerned, a letter was neither an appropriate name nor an appropriate answer to her question, but at the moment, she hardly had time to argue with him. Instead, she followed his instruction, running the tiniest bit faster because she could hear the clank of army boots not far behind her.
"Well done, now two more rights and you should reach a door."
Ultimately, it was his calmness that gave Kendra single minded purpose. As long as someone sensible was guiding her, Kendra was more than willing to listen him. If not James, this man bearing a letter and MI6's backing seemed like a good enough substitute.
Her speed was enough to get to the next turn, but that was where her good luck ended.
After all, she was a short, teenage girl and he was a large, well trained man.
Eventually he would catch up with her.
Inevitability.
All she felt was a hand clamp down on her jacket and immediately, Kendra started struggling. Rough and coarse, they felt the same as the hands that had stolen her away. A thousand different memories of crushing hands and bodies rushed her at once; she could smell the abandoned warehouse and feel the chill of sheer terror, the terror she felt every night for three years.
Admittedly, she managed to get a good kick in, but he was far stronger. Clamping down on her arms with one hand, he raised the butt of his gun and let crash down on the back of her head.
It felt like her skull had shattered. With her blackened vision, Kendra wildly aimed the gun in her hand and instead felt it wrenched from her grip. S heard the gun clatter on the floor and then heard a shot fire off accidentally from the weapon that had just been tossed aside.
He forgot to latch the safety.
"Argh!" the man dropped her immediately and Kendra stumbled away and blinked furiously. With her vision clearing, she was quickly able to assess the situation; apparently her gun had gone off when it the floor and managed to hit her assailant in the shoulder, "Why you little-!"
With a swift fist, she lashed out his face and felt her knuckles contact bare skin.
Her victory was short lived as pain shot through her wrist and a hand wrapped around her torso.
"Let me go!"
Still probably a hundred and fifty pounds heavier than her, the man pinned her to the ground.
The panic got worse as his hands reached around her neck.
"Stop!"
There was one client.
Hands around the neck.
Always, hands around the neck, until the world blackened and she passed out.
When she would awake, bruises, black and blue, all over her body.
Kendra always imagined what it would feel like to hear the sickening crunch of one's own neck snapping and as blood pounded in her ears, she wondered if it would be the last sound she ever heard.
"I suggest you follow the lady's order."
Both of them stilled. Standing about ten feet away at the other end of the hallway was 006, looking quite bemused and grim by the situation before him.
"If you come any nearer, I'll snap her neck." This one was not going to go down easily.
There was the distinct click of a safety on a gun unlatching and the man felt cold steel against the back of his head.
"I think if you so much as a move a muscle, my friend behind you will make sure your life is forfeit."
"Wrong. I'd make sure he went through hell before I sent him there myself." It was Bond. The lilt in his voice suggested he was incredibly merciless at the moment and was not to be trifled with. There was no doubt he would insure that his threat be carried out to its fullest extent.
Kendra feared the malice in his voice. Due to habitual training, she thought it was meant for her. Exhaling a breath she hadn't known she was holding, Kendra swallowed back the lump that formed in her throat as hands unwound and cool air hit the too warm air of her skin.
Eyes as dark as night and as hard and cold as frosted glass greeted her; her father looked like the cold blooded assassin he was meant to be. The image was as terrifying as it was heart breaking.
She doubted that she would ever forget the utter hate in his eyes at that moment. Too much had been uncovered now.
He had seen the fear in her eyes and she had seen the anger in his.
It was much too late now to simply forget.
"It's over, Kendra."
And so it was.
Shout Outs:
Platypus -Aw see, I thought with so many Q-falls-in-love-with-Bond's-Daughter/Protege stories out there the whole pairing itself would have been cliche :( I stand by my assessment that Q would not make a good love interest for Kendra. I really, really hope that doesn't turn you off the whole story. I really appreciate your input though, I want to hear everyone's ideas :) PS- ABBA is amazing.
The Dangerous One -Thanks!
Skybird716 -Thank you so much! I really appreciate your complements and really hope this chapter does not disappoint. I hate writing action scenes because I suck majorly.
Unspoken Goodbyes -Thanks! I really hope you enjoy this chapter!
fan-de-carlisle-cullen -As a reader I do to, but I couldn't resist leaving a cliffhanger for all of you ;) Enjoy the chapter!
ConfusedsoamI -Yep, I'm pretty glad he is no longer living in the world of Bond.
LilyLunaPotter142 -Yes, the Bonds' often find themselves in sticky situations don't they?
Margaret -Aw well I hope you're feeling better! I just had a visit to the ER myself a few days ago. It most certainly sucked, but hopefully this chapters makes up for it!
imaninja41 -I figured Kendra wouldn't have too much experience fighting yet (but she will...) so in this chapter she gets her butt kicked a little bit, though she does get a few good punches in...
A/N:
I'm not great with fight scenes as is obvious with the chapter above. I'm not happy with it, but after revising it nearly five times this was the best I could do. I truly hate writing fight scenes but James Bond is an action series so a few fight scenes are mandatory. Hopefully this was not as painful to read for you as it was for me.
Enjoy folks and thanks a million for all your absolutely fantastic review!
VeilsofSleep
