"Where are we going?" Eve asked Tanner as they drove through the city with Q in the back seat.

"To help M and then help M."

"M and M...what?" Eve stated confused.

"He means our old M, Eve."

"Like Bond was, after seeing her? M's final message to him? Did M send you a dvd Tanner?"

"What? M sent Bond a dvd? When!"

"What do you mean when? Before she bloody well died Tanner when else?"

"What he means Eve, is that M is still alive. Tanner, Mallory and I did out best to hide her while she healed and then began a new life retired from service."

"WHAT!" Eve exclaimed as she whirled around on Q in the back of the car and then back to Tanner who was driving. "You mean she's been alive all this time! Does Bond know?!" Tanner continued to drive but spared her a glance. "No he doesn't and he didn't need too."

"What do you bloody mean he didn't need too! For Christ's sake Tanner you know how he's been!"

"Yes...but...how does that factor into this? We all deal with grief in different ways Eve...and I would..."

"No you two idiots! You don't! Not unless you know how it feels to have the woman you love die in your arms and you think it's bloody well your fault!"

"What!" Q and Tanner both exclaimed.

There was no time for discussion as they came to a dark corner where M had escaped capture from C's men. M climbed in the back of the car with Q.

"Hurry...head to that MI5 tower of inadequacies they call an office. We have to deal with C. Bond's compromised and the man he's dealing with has been behind all of this. Q, send a message to Victoria and alert the team on standby in Morocco and all the 00's to help them."

"That innocuous crater in the desert?" Tanner asked.

"Yes, I overheard my abductors discussing the desert site that Victoria and Janus messaged us about. I guess Janus wasn't leading us astray.

"How is M alive M?" Eve asked shooting a look over her shoulder at him.

"That was need to know and she didn't want more than us and the PM knowing that she barely survived Skyfall."

"But James...he...I mean that was beyond cruel."

"I understand the sentiment but we need to retake control of MI6 and MI5. As far as our sources have disclosed 007 and M are in the same place so I doubt he no longer knows about our subterfuge."

"Knowing Bond...there will be explosions and they will be on their way back home shortly." Tanner said sounding hopeful for once in all of this.

"Yes. Quite. Now Q can you arrange for secure base for contacting our people in Morocco and those of the Kingsman organization. In the next couple of hours we need to help once we regain control of MI6. And could you message the PM that the game is afoot."


Blofeld pulled M through the poorly lit corridors and down a hidden set of stairs to an underground facility. They were met by men who then ushered them even deeper into a dark cave.

A doctor came and injected Blofeld with something and put a gel like patch over his mangled eye.

"You should let me do surgery and save you from some of the scarring and perhaps some of your vision."

"No there is not enough time. I had thought that we were better hidden. And that Janus would not dare betray me! I have what I need to survive." Blofeld said as he turned to look over at M.

Other men came rushing into the room. "Blofeld...sir...we are detecting more helicopters and vehicles approaching we must get you out of here now!"

"Fine. By car so the southern emergency platform." Blofeld grabbed M's arm again and pulled her along.

"You know they will find you. Your base is lost and you've apparently failed in your attempt to destroy MI6 and the 00 program. Not to mention attacking older retired agents was a fool's errand."

"Yes but you...my dear...are a prize worth loosing all of this. What you know, and how much Bond cares for you makes me not regret even losing this eye to King. However I will promise you that I will return the favour and destroy his pesky band of knights as soon as we reach London."

"London?" M asked surprised.

"Yes my dear. London. Into the heart of the beast. I will lure James to his death with you."

"What... why not just leave me and retire? You have the money. Disappear again and stop all of this nonsense."

Blofeld pulled her into the back of the car. "You and I both know that you would never leave me in peace. No...I will rebuild only after James Bond is dead and MI6 crushed. You will be my concubine if you don't fight me too much. If you do...I will take from you what I need and then have you killed. Even better I will offer you to the highest bidder to do with you what they please."

"You're deluded, it will never work Blofeld. You have too many eyes on you now. Between retired agent and secret services from the world over will be gunning for you. As for James Bond, he is far harder to kill than that and you bloody well know it."


Bond ran in the dark killing anyone of Franz's men he met along the way. He ran towards doors and flung them open. Shooting anyone inside. One man he grabbed and put the gun to his head. "Where is she!?"

"I...don't know."

Bond shot him. "Too bad for you then."

He looked around the hall as emergency lighting kicked in. There was a door at the end. He flung it open and saw a second more secure door. Looking through the glass window at the top he could see that there were stairs leading down.

"Of course you would go underground." Bond muttered to himself.

"Then again...every hole underground should have two exits." Bond said as he ran for the nearest exit. Helicopters began to arrive and he only hoped they were friendlies. Bond ran around the complex dodging the occasional fire from doorways and helicopters.

Vehicles disappeared in every direction and Bond desperately searched for the telltale crop of white hair that was M. One vehicle nearly ran him down as he rolled on top. Angrily looking in and then shooting the driver and passenger. Bond pulled their bodies from the machine, got in and kicked out the window that was already destroyed.

Bond sped around the building looking for the exit point Franz would take. He had to be slowed down by M not to mention he may be injured. In the mayhem inside Bond heard the man scream in pain when he was taking out the guards.

Bond heard her voice call for him and that quicken the death of any guard he could lay hands on in that room. He was barely delayed by the handcuffs that he got off after he killed the man holding the keys.

Bond had been lacking motivation and focus since M had died. The delivery of that dvd and finally getting the nerve up to watch it set him on this path. A year bloody late! But how was he to know that she survived.

Mallory would pay for keeping her from him and Tanner! How could he not know. Eve seemed genuine when she watched the dvd with him of M's last message. He had wondered how M could have possible known Silva would be successful in killing her. And then there was the mission. How she new the direction to take in looking for who put Silva onto her in the first place.

A car suddenly appeared from what looked like an outcrop of rock in the side of the hill. It was followed by three others. One with a turret machine gun that began followed the middle car closely.

M was there. Bond could feel it in his bones. All the other cars broke off and headed North but not the middle car and it's guard. Bond followed but they noticed. The turret turned towards him and fired.

Bond pulled hard on the steering wheel and then felt the world twist as the vehicle rolled and suddenly came to a stop.


M sat in C's office waiting to confront C with the help of Q. He did not have to wait long for the smarmy bastard to arrive and take back his desk. From there he pulled a gun, but M had gotten to the bullets first.

Q shut down all of the 9 eyes program and installed a virus if anyone should attempt to open it and try again.

C struggled with M and ended up falling to his death down to the lobby. Eve and Tanner had just entered after securing the building outside.

"Can you still find Bond through his blood Q?" M asked.

"Yes. He still in Morocco and must be travelling at the rate he's moving."

"Good. Q it's now all up to you to save them."

"But where is safe to set up command?"

"Come on Q. Where's your sense of adventure? I'm sure that the safe house will be fine for now" Eve said smiling as she climbed into the car with the nervous Q. "Besides we need to do it for her...for M."

M nodded in agreement. "Just so you know she was almost dead when we found her. The cold had done it's work slowing her functions down and because of that, it saved her. For all intents and purposes M was dead and it was her decision to remain that way. Who was I to tell her no? I seriously don't think she realized how much she meant to everyone...let alone Bond."


The car went at breakneck pace and eventually came in sight of an airfield. There was little activity that M could see and her stomach sank at the thought that no one was coming. She would be forced into servitude to this madman.

The guns had eliminated the only car following and M hoped that he wasn't dead. She no longer had her knife and she was face to face with the results of its ability from someone who knew how to use it.

M really hoped that King and Peel made it out. By the sounds of it, there was a mission to get the lot of them out. King must have alerted his knights or perhaps even Janus had something to do with it.

All M knew at the moment was that they were not being looked for in the middle of the desert but back in that compound. Therefore, she would have to think of some other way out of this situation.

Blofeld had his head tilted back as the drugs took hold of him. M looked out the window and grabbed the door handle. A sudden hand clamped around her wrist.

"Where do you think you're going dear? The desert will swallow you up once the sun rises. We are miles from the compound and you won't be found. No you need to stay by me. I'm the only one who can prevent your demise at this point."

"Maybe I prefer death over what you have planned for me. I never relished the thought of being tortured or used as a pawn anyway. Besides, how much amusement do you think you can get out of an old woman?"

"A great deal actually. I don't dismiss people due to age, why else do you think I have men killing retired agents. Once I took control of the computer driven world, people like you would have been the only threat to my endeavours. Not to mention what I now know you mean to Bond on a personal level. You are very bewitching don't you know that?"

"You make me blush in anger with your assumption that I've used my feminine wiles to entice agents, politicians and who knows who else! This is very insulting. I will not give you any information and I will never be your concubine. You would be wiser just to leave me to the desert."

"That sounds like the desperate play of a woman who has something to lose. What is it that brought you out of hiding M? And Emma Peel? I was going to send someone around to check on her eventually. Was it King? Who is he to you? I was already planning on blowing up his entire tailor shop and getting rid of the Kingsman. Was it duty? Was it desire? Was it love? Bond?"

"Why are you so interested in my relationship with Bond? Jealous about your loss of your mother young?"

Blofeld had been leaning his head back resting from his injury but that remark made him turn his patched and good eye towards her. The effect of it making her lean harder against the door of the car.

"You and others may be pushing that angle but it will not always work. Some with good observation skills will see through it and the way he looks at you. I have known him since he was a boy and yes, you may have initially seemed like a replacement for his dear beautiful dead mummy. But no. When he saw you this evening in the dining room...my suspicions were confirmed."

"You suspected that there was something between us but you are wrong. There has never been anything remotely romantic between us."

"Was there between you and Silva? He wanted you and before you cry innocent you knew. Deep down you knew he wanted you back then. No other reason can explain his obsession but for the lack of a sexual relationship. That...that is what conflicted him. I know that he wanted to take you away and have you all to himself. He was caught without the means to do so. You were there. What was he like at the end? I heard that he was upset by your injury?"

"How do you know that!?"

"If he wore the ring...there was a microphone inside and it told me what you said and he said. I heard Bond cry when you died...likely in his arms. I see by your face that my guess was correct."

The car made it into the air-hanger and rolled to a stop in front of a private plane. This would be her only chance to escape him but he still hadn't released her hand.

The car came to a stop and the driver came around to open the door for Blofeld. This would be her chance to get away. Blofeld pulled her across the seat and out his door.

"Pick her up and take her onboard and don't underestimate her...not for a second." The driver nodded and picked up M like she weighed nothing and carried her like a baby up into the plane.

Over her captors shoulder to see Blofeld wait for the next car to stop and his majordomo and she assumed the pilot exited the car. The pilot was pulling his hat down and nodding to his boss, yet he seemed to not look directly towards them or the plane. It was her imagination. He was no saviour about to prevent this mad man from taking her to London. Then M was unceremoniously dumped on the sofa in the private jet.

"Ohfff! Gentle! I'm an old lady not a bag of luggage!"

"Well...well, are we comfortable?" Blofeld said as he collapsed into the seat across from her. The pilot passed as four others showed up including the doctor from earlier. They closed the door and they began moving.

It was too late.