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Chapter Ten: Traitor

Bond walked into M's office. She had paged him as he was on his way out of the building. As he entered, Moneypenny, Bill Tanner, and Charles Robinson were all standing around Moneypenny's desk.

"She wants to see immediately James," Bill said gravely. Moneypenny avoided his gaze. Charles walked over and put his hand on Bond's shoulder, "Good luck, James."

Bond opened the door and saw not only M, but the Minister of Defence, Des Browne.

"The Minister are here, 007, because this has become a terrorist threat against us, the United States, and the other G8 nations," M explained, "They want to go with us to help interrogate Mr. White." Bond nodded as the man and M rose to their feet. They walked out of the office, stopping only when they got to the elevator. Another Mi6 agent walked over to accompany them; Bond believed his name was Timothy Craig, but wasn't sure.

M entered a pass code as the elevator descended to the bowels of Mi6 headquarters. She didn't speak, or look at Bond. He felt chills rush through his body. The elevator doors opened and the group walked towards a large, steel door. The door had a heavily armed guard on either side of it.

M nodded to them and one of the pulled a key out and opened the door. The group walked in. White was sitting in the center of the room, hooked up to an IV. Bond pulled a chair across the floor, making a grinding sound. He sat down.

"I was always interested to meet you," White told him, "I heard so much about you from Vesper. If she hadn't killed herself, we would have had you too." M walked around to stand behind Bond. She put her hand on his shoulder.

"Are you going to tell us who you work for?" Bond asked coldly. White took a deep breath.

"The first thing you should know," he started, "about us, is that we have people everywhere. If you kill me, there will be another, and another." Bond saw a small movement out of the side of his eye, he looked and saw Craig pulling a gun. Bond quickly pushed M backwards against the wall and dove at the Minister. Craig's bullet hit Bond in the shoulder.

Bond tackled Craig and started rolling around on the floor with him, to get the gun away. Bond slammed Craig's wrist against the floor, freeing the Walther. Bond reached for it as Craig threw him off. Bond had the gun as he slid against the floor. He pointed the gun and pulled the trigger, hitting his mark. Craig fell to the floor. M walked over. Bond got up and walked to White, pistol in hand. He pointed the Walther at White's head.



"Who the hell do you work for? Is it Blofeld, is SPECTRE back?!" Bond demanded. Just then, the door burst open and the two armed guards rushed in, pointing their automatic rifles at Bond. He quickly dropped the gun and put his hands up.

"Bond, I want you upstairs immediately," she said through gritted teeth. Bond walked towards the door. He heard M and the Minister talking in hushed tones as he entered the elevator.

He rode up and exited as he got to the top. Moneypenny and Villiers were standing there chatting.

"James what is it?" she asked as he walked towards the door of M's office. She reached out and grabbed his arm. He spun around.

"Craig was a traitor. He tried to shoot White before we could interrogate him. He's dead," Bond explained. Moneypenny's arm fell. Villiers mouth dropped.

"Shut your trap, Villiers. Stop standing there like a gaping idiot," Bond spat. He slammed the door into M's office open and stormed in. He threw himself into one of the guest chairs. A few minutes later, he heard M screaming at Moneypenny and Villiers. She flung the door open. Bond jumped to his feet.

"Sit down James, and shut up," she said before he could utter a word. M walked over to the cabinet behind her desk and pulled out a bottle of bourbon. She poured herself a glass and drank it down. She poured another half glass.

"I thought I could trust you," she said, still facing her back wall, looking at the picture of her predecessor, "You said you weren't motivated by revenge." She slowly turned around.

"I'm motivated by my duty," he replied, "To you and to my country." She walked over to her chair and sat down.

"I think that you're blinded by inconsiderable rage that you don't give a damn who you hurt!" she told him, "When you can't tell your friends from your enemies, it's time to go!"

"You don't have to worry about me," Bond told her, "I will stay between the lines on this one."

"Really, because I believe Ms. Reilly told me something differently. She said something along the lines of you were thinking of vigilantism with Q's help," M spoke through gritted teeth. Bond's eyes opened wide. How the hell did she know what we were discussing? Bond thought. He stood up.

"M, my duty is to Queen and Country, and to myself second," he told her.

"Good, so you won't mind the fact that you're being reassigned from Operation Bedlam," she told him. He could believe what he had just heard her say.


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