Chapter 11
Bond had decided to return back to England to interrogate Voinovich while Evelyn tracked Blight to discover any further findings. Bond cautioned her to be careful knowing of their past events but she insisted that she owed it to Taylor to help finish this case.
He was escorted by Angel; they took the Titanium Beast to get to the transport service. She let out a relaxing cheer looking outside of the window to see the sun peering down on her gorgeous skin giving her a warm glow. Her smile so welcoming it took Bond a minute to focus on his driving.
They were unaware that they were being followed by Doran's minions. She looked out the side mirror checking her-self until she noticed a vehicle; a jade jaguar driving from a distance reaching them.
"I think we're being followed." She noted. Bond checked the rearview mirror to confirm.
"I thought he didn't have any powerful friends."
"He doesn't, they could be working for the underworld."
"Hold on," Bond said making a swerve as the first bullet zoomed pass them.
Bullets buzzed pass them with one hitting the windshield making a small crack.
"I guess it's not diamond proof." Bond smirked.
Bond decided to lose them accelerating his speed with the Jaguar still shooting at them. He switched gears to increase further with the chasing car projecting more bullets pass them as Angel fired back to strafe them aside. They turned to the alleyway with Bond hoping it wasn't a dead end for them.
They found them facing a blocked road; this was Bond's chance to try the gadgets installed into the car, pressing the gear down releasing a smokescreen blocking their sights as Bond made quick right into a construction sight. The car followed Bond, regarding the dangers they could get into.
Bond decided to use the car to its full advantage; he accessed the turret launcher aiming at a beam above them. He fired several bullets weakening the grapple on it; finally switching to the NOS adrenaline boosting the car over a fenced area while the beam slammed on the enemy car.
"Do you think that's the last of them?" he asked Angel. She looked back to see the destroyed vehicle and with no survivors emerging.
"Them yes, but I don't know if we're out of the water so soon." She said.
Bond and Angel arrived in front of the train station with the car parked at a rental stop; there was no doubt that Doran would have men around here if the first set failed. He studied everyone around the station; none of them looked life threatening to him and was glad. He noticed a group of men carrying briefcase as they moved in a single form line. He turned to Angel hoping she felt it too revealing the weapons, concealing it behind their backs as they made a mad dash simultaneously with the thugs.
Bond fired up in the sky to signify everyone to get down avoiding casualties. Bullets began flying pass the opposing sides with Angel getting hits on one of the thugs. Bond took Angel down to the ground getting a perfect shot at one of thugs by shooting his calf. He falls down spraying the ceiling. Bond and Angel get up; realizing that it won't be safe for her to be around the city.
"Come with me!" he concluded seeing she didn't have a choice.
The two first had to kill the remaining rogue gallery in front of them.
"Do you have something to our advantage?" she asked uneasily.
"As a matter of fact," Bond said hoping he still had that device he took from Q-branch; the sphere. He reached into his case and brought out a silver metallic ball rolling it towards the men as they looked puzzled.
Bond took Angel to the ground this time shielding the two of them with his briefcase. The men looked down at the device ready to laugh until it projected several spikes out of the ball, stabbing each of them as they fell to the ground with Bond still shielding Angel with the briefcase.
After the projectile had finish the two rose up to a handful of corpses in the front with Angel turning away in Bond's arms in grief.
"Don't look, let's just get on the train." He calmed her as they left to reach the train stop a walk away from their current area.
They found themselves on an Amtrak, heading towards Paris where they would connect a flight to England. They shared a room in the second car of the train. She decided to alert Task of the situation once they reached the airport.
Angel slept with what clothes she had on, forcing Bond to give her his jacket.
"Do you think Petra will be safe?" she asked him.
"She's safer with Task," he said. "It was a good idea to arrange a flight for her to meet a colleague in the US."
"Will you see her again?" she asked.
"Hopefully," he said grimly. As their journey continued, Petra was on a plane heading to Langley to meet Westler who had made ticket reservations cutesy of James Bond. It cost him a bundle to do overnight booking but Bond assured him he'll pay for both his car and the favor.
Petra would not be safe with Diego's men in the open. It was the best strategy on his part that she leaves Amsterdam immediately.
She fell on the seat bed childishly with the train moving to rhythmic balance. She looked at Bond who simply smiled at her, as he undid his tie laying it on the counter next to the sink.
"We should just relax." He advised taking a seat next to her wrapping his right arm around the beauty. "And enjoy the ride." He concluded.
She pressed her small warm hand on his chest feeling his rugged feature. She grinned slightly but knew better just taking in the company she had right there and let the train take her mind into a state of sleep.
Alaska, 6:00PM; A jeep arrives at a base across Juneau. Evelyn arrived by a connecting flight heading back to her home and base of operation. She had lived all her life in Juneau before becoming an environmentalist. The cold was something she had grown to adapt to even the ability to swim under negative climates, the warm felt like a shock to her when she left home after college. She found herself in Australia; having been hired by an eco-company called Haven.
When doing research on an environmental violation from a fellow company; she decided to investigate however, Haven denied her access; what furthered her investigation was the satellites used to uncover Blight's mining operations. Blight had been under Haven's watch for the past five years but later all charges were dropped. She knew something was wrong and decided to leave the company to perform her own private investigation.
She met Taylor at the ski lodge they previously occupied; at first he declined but the minute he heard Blight was involved something was afoot.
The fact Taylor was dead only confirmed her haunting conclusion, and after nearly being raped in Amsterdam only made it more terrifying for her.
She was going to use a different means of attack, through her sources and findings, but the only thing she needed was proof; Bond. Bond was her key but he had his own orders which she understood.
She reserved a sleigh with five dogs; she didn't own the huskies but she had raised them. The old man who sold them to her was in his late 50s possibly a retiring Eskimo who let Evelyn take care of the Huskies for her to get into college. The leader of the pack was nicknamed Wolfsan after her father, she felt warm seeing them again as they jumped at her welcoming her back home, petting their furry grey coats and wet noses. The old man smiled at her seeing how she treated the husks.
She and her five pets gathered her sledge as she attached the reigns to them heading to her base. At the outskirts of Juneau glaciers a scout spotted Evelyn heading towards the Mondale Glaciers. He assumed she was just a civilian nothing else discarding her passing as he continued scouting his field.
Evelyn reached her base of operation, with the wind taking a harsh turn she put on her wooly jacket and wrapped her scarf around her face to prevent the cold from smothering her. She entered to find the place neat and kept the way she left it. She reached her desk pulling out her laptop accessing all her details from the past months.
She began to log in to Haven's website detailing her findings in her journal; all the details she had gathered were stored in two places; the computer and a flash-drive.
Studying what little evidence she had, she noticed something recently while logging onto Haven's site and noticed the current president of the company had previous associations with Blight. This could be the reason why she was denied the investigation; could he and Blight, be friends and didn't want to jeopardize him or was he working with Blight from the beginning? What was meant to be a simple investigation of restriction violations; turned into something brutal and dangerous.
Haven had recently set up a facility around the outskirts of Juneau maybe she could get more on what was going on and why Blight was let off the hook.
Her wolves were gathered at the side of the door placing the reigns on them as she wore the hood of her jacket on, she smiled seeing the beautiful horizon reminiscing about the Aurora borealis that took place. They dashed through the heaps of snow passing the scenery covered with pure whiteness.
The flakes dripped on her gently like tiny crystal filling the area. She reached Fort Lake where a minor Heaven network was based. She kept her wolves afar not to cause any trouble with security. Evelyn felt uneasy that the place was heavily guarded; this was an environmental organization there was rarely any need for security not to mention fully armed.
"Sorry ma'am, you can't be here." The guard stated. She reached into her folder and showed him her identification card and credentials.
He gestured her to enter still not changing expression. She got in feeling weird about the whole setting; it was just as well this was to her advantage any means of finding any skeletons in the company's closet could jeopardize her career if not her life, nothing was what it seemed from beginning.
She noticed that the president of the company was around seeing him talk to someone as they entered a sleek limousine parked outside for the media center. Why was he here to begin with? Did he consider her query over the illegal mining after all?
She decided to see what brought him to Alaska in the first place; her intuition told her it had something to do with his guest. She reached the Media center only to see she needed access; it soon became more unsteady how Haven ran its organization; if environmental safety wasn't the company's agenda then it was something much more.
She needed to know, she tried every means to get in even using a lock pick, but her solution became obvious; the security center. She scouted to the far east of the facility with no one present she approached with calm nerves. She wasn't a fighter or a marksman just a professional doing her job.
The building was made of recycled glass which made her able to see through the reception; men armed with riffles approached from left to right disappearing to their destination, what was going on?
She knocked getting the soldier at the desk's attention. He approached affirmatively staring at her coldly. She timid down afraid of her choice of words, but she looked up and kept her fear controlled.
"Hi…I was wondering if I can get access to the media center." She said. "I forgot my card."
"What were you doing there?" he asked, she noted he was definitely not from Alaska probably Canada.
"The president was here, I was his aide." She lied.
"You stay here, I'll get it for you." He replied signaling another man to substitute his route for him.
She looked at him leave the area taking it to her advantage; she went upstairs to the surveillance room. A soldier went on break exiting the room giving her a five second rush to get in. The minute she entered she was relieved taking advantage of the monitors. She looked for the one in the media center scanning through the area only to see glass displays of nothing of value until she noticed a type of gun on the other side; she zoomed in and confirmed it to be one. Her eyes gave a quizzical look at it but what got more of her attention were the prototypes that were in the display room, she suddenly had a bad feeling about the whole Haven agenda and got even more worried when she rewound the tape to a couple of minutes ago approximately when the president of Haven arrived, she noticed that he wasn't giving the tour but the guest, she paused at the man looking almost like a criminal; she zoomed in for a closer look until she identified him, that evil glare she saw in the Alps; Blight!
This was Blight secondary lair and the president was in on it. Her mouth agape at the sight made her panic. She checked the current monitor to see the guard exiting the center and quickly placed everything back in order without thinking twice. Bond must know about this!
She rushed out of the room before the guard arrived and descended the stairs only to meet with the guard. Her heart stopped in an instance.
"I couldn't find your access card, ma'am." He said.
"It's alright, it might be with him after all." She replied. "Sorry about that."
She walked out with her body still trembling, she was in enemy territory and had to get out, and her new priority was to inform Bond about Blight's involvement with Haven.
In England Bond and Angel had informed Task about her current situation and advised she stayed there to aid him with finding Blight, Bond had no objection concluding their call. Angel and Bond met with M and Charles all exchanging greetings.
"Welcome back 007, Mr. Voinovich is in our custody." She said leading them to a lower section of MI6 interrogation room. "He's kept quiet after his capture."
"He wouldn't have cyanide by any chance." He stated.
"We've checked him enough times." She responded.
"He still hasn't said anything?" Angel queried.
"Unfortunately not," M said still focus
Bond saw Diego's leg bandaged while sitting on a wooden chair he could see Bond and glared at him maliciously.
"I would advise you treat hostages with less brutality, Bond." M scolded.
"He's alive," he defended. "I couldn't care what method I use on him."
"James," Angel scolded.
"I suppose I'll talk to him." He optioned.
"What good would that do?" M asked.
"There's nothing wrong with trying." He said. "I'll need one of Monty's gadgets though."
"Very well then." She turned to Charles who left to perform the task.
Voinovich was loathing at Bond both exchanging vicious glares; he entered the room armed with a miniature device cutesy of Q-branch.
"We meet again Mr. Bond" he smirked.
"I hate to disappoint you." Bond said taking a seat opposite him. "It seems we had a brush in with a colleague of yours."
"Shame, I thought he would have taking care of you."
"So hard to find good help isn't it?" Bond stated.
"I'm not talking and you can't make me." He snared.
"On the contrary," Bond countered getting up from his sit placing the device on his person before standing a distance leaving Diego and M confused.
"What's Bond doing?" she questioned.
"What do you think you're doing?" Diego demanded.
"I want answers on Blight and his contact, Lester." He said arming the device. "You have a minute."
"You're bluffing." Diego called. "You'll kill all of us!"
"I never bluff in this situation." Bond said coldly. M ushered Charles to stop him but the door was locked. "I suggest you talk or we end up all over this place."
"You can't do this to me." He said.
"58seconds," Bond stated. "57, 56, 55…"
"Blight has a secondary lair in Alaska!" he said.
"Go on, 49…"
"Lester is using an environmental company called Haven for his cover; the diamonds will be transferred from Alaska to its final destination."
"Where's that?"
"I don't know Blight is the key I'm just an associate."
"19, 18, 17…"
"The diamonds are going to be used to refurbish Lester's organization making him become a powerful person."
"Where are the diamonds heading?"
"I don't know, I swear!" he roared.
"3…2…1…" Bond looked at him pressing the device as M, Angel and Charles turned away. A fuse of smoke puffed out of the device in Voinovich's pocket with Bond projecting an evil grin.
"You should always know people talk at the sight of death." Bond said leaving his sight as he unlocked the door.
"I'd suggest you get him a therapist." Bond quipped at M who gave him an outraged look.
"Don't ever pull a stunt like that again Bond!" she scolded. Bond nodded still smiling at her as Angel accompanied back to debriefing. M looked at Charles who was just astounded as she was. Despite her disapproval she was able to let out a smile.