CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

Alright, we're seriously going to find M in this chapter! I promise!

M was sitting on a chair, her hands tied behind her. She didn't know how long she had been sitting there, but because of the pain she was in from her wounds, it seemed like ages. Finally, Mallory entered the room.

"So, M, I'm suppose you're wondering what you're doing here," he said.

M sat silently. She knew that replying was the worst thing she could do.

Meanwhile, Bond was running frantically through the warehouse, looking for M. He felt as though he'd been in every corner of the place. He was about to give up when he heard voices. It sounded like Mallory. Bond crept toward the halfway open door, pulling out his gun.

Mallory seemed to be explaining something to someone.

"So, you see, I just wanted you to see how I felt and what I have to do to survive now," he was saying.

"Yes, because you have absolutely nothing from working twenty years in the job you had," an all-too-familiar voice replied. It was M!

Cautiously, Bond inched forward, trying to get a clear shot of Mallory's head. At the last second, though, he decided to just go in and figure out what was going on.

M was half listening to Mallory's speech when all of a sudden, Bond burst into the room. She gasped as she saw him point his gun at Mallory's head.

"Hello, ma'am," he said. "Sorry I'm late."

"It's no trouble," she replied, vaguely, as if in a trance. She was obviously surprised to see him.

"007! What a surprise to see you here!" Mallory exclaimed as though he hadn't done a thing in the world.

"Yes, quite. Now I want answers. Why did you kidnap M?" Bond asked.

"I wanted her to see who I'd become because of her," Mallory explained.

"And what is it that you've become?"

"A terrorist."

"Are you certain that you can handle that?" Bond asked mockingly. "That's a big job. I don't know if you're up to it."

"We'll see," Mallory replied.

At that moment, M gasped. "Bond, look out behind you."

As he turned to look, one of Mallory's men grabbed him and another hit him on the head, knocking him immediately unconscious.

"I think I may be cut out for the job, 007," Mallory sneered. Then he turned to M. "Now, you pay."

Ooooh, what's he going to do?

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