*Warning for violence*
Chapter 11
Mr. Mallory left a while ago so Q and I had immediately began working again. I was tired. Just kidding...that is definitely an understatement. I was exhausted. I had been up for something close to 40 hours and I was beginning to feel more and more zombie-like. Q, however, seemed fine as he continued to work diligently beside me. I wondered he he had put a little something extra in his tea and if so, could I have some of the same miracle potion.
Tanner spoke to Bond over the speaker earlier, and made sure the secret agent was taking the A9 as our temporary leader had so brilliantly suggested.
After an hour of two my eyes started to feel really heavy and my pace was slowing down considerably. This did not go unnoticed by Q's ever watchful brown eyes.
Without looking up from his computer, "Julie," he voiced.
I blinked my eye lids rapidly in order to appear less like a corpse. "Yes, Q?"
"You should go home."
I knew this had been coming, and I had time to prepare my response accordingly, "I most certainly will not."
He then looked at me with his chocolate brown eyes, all previous arguments and retorts I had come up with were out the window. I was going to lose this battle.
"Julie, go home. That's an order."
"But Q-"
"An order Ms. Parks," he restated himself.
I sighed, This is the fastest argument I've ever lost. But I could not help it. I was extremely tired and I knew I was no good to him, Bond or Tanner in this state. I stood up from my seat and gathered my belongings, including my shoes which still remained on the glass floor.
As I opened one of the large glass doors, Q called from the desk, "I'll see you in 5 hours."
I answered from over my shoulder as I put my shoes back on, "Yes, sir."
Thank God it had only taken me 15 minutes by tube to get home from HQ, probably even less considering it was almost three in the morning.
As I walked down my street, I remembered that this was my own version of the "Walk of Shame." My neighbors had seen it many times before. I would be up late in the lab and walking home at ungodly hours of the night. They called me a workaholic and I knew that that was definitely true. But it still sucked to hear it from other people. I understood that they just want my life to be a little more exciting, as my neighbor Natalie once said, "You need to get out more, Julie, and not just out more like going out to do more work! I mean out more with your friends! I know you have them Juliet Bryn Parks!" Natalie Panson is the oldest woman in my apartment complex, although she always lied when it came to her age I would put her around 70 or 80. She was a kind woman, well as kind as she could be anyway. She often criticized me about my love life, or more particularly, lack thereof.
As I walked up to my apartment, I hoped that Natalie's mild insomnia had not kept her up that night. Much to my gratification, her lights were off so I could avoid her life lessons for tonight. Approaching my door, I noticed something was off, my door was left slightly ajar and the lock had been smashed. I moved cautiously towards it.
If I can get to my table beside my front door, there was a hidden gun taped underneath. I hoped whoever it is, is gone by now and they didn't find the gun.
I pushed open the door and was met by only silence. I put my hand under the table in my entryway and felt around for my glock. Finally, my hand touched something cold and metal. It was still there. I removed the gun with one strong pull at the tape and held it skillfully advancing further into my flat.
I tried not to panic. That would make my hands unsteady and I might need to take a shot if the person here becomes violent. I rounded the corner into my living room and was met with the gaze of a blond man sitting in the love seat closest to the window.
It was Raoul Silva.
I felt my heart stop as I readied to take a shot, but he held his hands up in defense showing that he had no weapon and said quickly, "I am not here to hurt you, Juliet Parks."
I was fast to respond, "Why else could you possibly be here, I am of no use to you. And how do you know who I am?"
"You have information that I want," he said answering my first question and lowering his hands calmly into his lap. He pointed towards two men that I had not noticed in the corners, one bald and one with buzzed cut black hair. He then began answering my second question, "I have been watching you for a long time. Well, not just you, your dear Q, Bill Tanner, James Bond, and of course my dear mother."
I grimaced at the mention of M being called his mother. This guy has serious mommy issues.
"Why us?"
"Information is the basis of knowledge my dear, and preparation is the next best step."
Silva's guards began advancing towards me but I held fast to my gun, ready to defend myself, there was no way I was going to go quietly.
"There is nothing you can say or do to make me give up any, and I mean any information about MI6 or anyone who works there. Besides, I have only been an employee for 48 hours. What do you expect me to know," I spat.
His dead eyes held the same place on my face as he shot me an evil smirk, "I expect you to know enough. Get her!"
The large men in the corners sprinted towards me and I fired at the one with the buzz cut hitting him directly in the stomach, making him immediately fall to the floor. Not dead, but he would lose a lot of blood and certainly would not be able to move.
The other bald man was quicker and pulled out a knife. Before I wold react, he ran towards me and stabbed my abdomen.
As I looked down at the knife, everything seemed to be in slow motion. I felt the coldness of the blade and the warmth of my blood seep through my blouse. My hand left my gun, making it fall to the floor beside my now kneeling body. I tried to put pressure on the wound. It hurt like nothing I had ever felt. As I fell to the ground, I heard Silva let out a cackle of triumph.
"What is your dear Quartermaster to do when he finds you dead, and along with Mother," he groaned and let out a tisk. "If everything goes to plan, that is."
Just then I remembered that my MI6 cell phone was in my pocket and made sure that I had speed dialed Tanner, he was sure to answer his phone at this time of night, and even more so if he saw it was me.
"And what plan is that, Mr. Silva?" I asked through gritted teeth, distracting him from my alternate hand movements on my phone.
He leaned towards me in the chair, "One which you will never find out, little girl, but answer me one question."
I only glared in response. I could feel my blood dripping through my fingers onto the carpet. I hoped the blood and pain would stop but I needed more pressure.
He took my silence as a sign to continue before asking his question, "What awaits me at Skyfall?"
I smirked through the ever growing pain in my core, of course Bond had divulged some of the plan to Q, Tanner and me, but I was not going to give up my friends.
I looked up at my attacker, then towards the man who ordered him to do so and said, "Men like you never win. You will never be more than what the news reports. You are nothing more than a murderer and a rogue agent. And you will be forgotten."
As fast as I could with my delayed motor skills and blurry vision I grabbed my gun and took a shot at Silva's seated form. I heard a cry of pain elicit from the blond man, but before I could check if I had gotten him there was a black boot belonging to the bald man headed towards my face.
Then darkness.
Woaaaahhhh I am really good at leaving you guys with cliff hangers, I'm sorry! Jk no I'm not mwahaha! So I hope that you guys like that I went away from the movie plot a little bit but please tell me what you guys think! What is Silva gonna do with her? Did Tanner answer the call? Will they come to her rescue? AHHHHHH
Oh also in other news I am officially a High School graduate woah check me out I'm going to college and that's pretty crazy! (Cuz I still feel like I'm 5 years old so this is weird for me!)
Anyways I hope you all like this chapter and you will all be getting more soon I promise!
Love you guys! -Sky 3 (HAPPY SUMMER)