Chapter 21
London
Mallory, Tanner and Q are in the lab looking at a map of Scotland. Mallory asks for an update.
Q looks at the map. "They should have arrived by now. I have the GPS co-ordinates for Bond's estate it's the blue dot on the map."
Tanner looks at the dot blinking on the map. "Should we send back up...I mean Silva is a bloody madman and It won't take him long to find them."
Mallory appears concerned. "Where is the closest military base? Please mark it on the map Q. Tanner contact them and give them the go ahead to leave for rescue on our call. Make sure they have a medic team...Bond's track record is not good for collateral damage."
Tanner nods and gets busy, worried about Mallory said. There were a string of dead agents and women left in the wake of most of Bond's missions and he prays that M will not join them.
Scotland
Silva's men spread out and Bond picks off at least 5 at the front door with the machine guns in the Austin. Kincade gets two entering the house.
M's bombs take care of two and the floorboards take out another. M hides behind an archway in the dining room when she hears another man enter the room.
M shoots at him and misses. He shoots towards her as M throws herself back behind the stone arch and smashes her head against the stone.
M sits in a daze waiting for the man to come finish her off, when she hears Bond.
"Are you hurt?"
"Only my pride...So much for Silva wanting me alive."
Bond frowns at her. "He will have to get through me first."
None of the dead are Silva, another wave is coming. A song blares over a PA system on an approaching massive military helicopter.
"Boom, boom, boom, boom.
Gonna shoot you right down.
Gonna take you in my arms.
I'm in love with you,
Love that is true.
Boom, boom, boom, boom.
I like the way you talk.
I like the way you walk."
Bond's amazed at the appropriateness of the song. The way he and Silva think of M...
"He likes a dramatic entrance doesn't he?"
M grabs his hand and squeezes. Bond pulls her hand to his lips and looks longingly at her. There is fear in her eyes.
"Please, in the tunnel with you. I will catch up...I promise."
M looks at him wanting to say so many things. Bond looks deeply into her eyes wishing there was more time. Bond orders her and Kincade into the priest-hole. M turns locking eyes with him and then she disappears down into the dark with Kincade. M feels a piercing pain in her side as she descends into the tunnel.
Bond hopes to hell he survives to make her his wife if she will have him. He plans on spending his life with M if they get out of this.
M's hand comes away from her side with blood on it. It's not too bad...she hopes. M thinks it's just a flesh wound...please just be a flesh wound...She takes the scarf Kincade gave her and ties it tightly around her waist. Kincade looks at her with a question on his lips.
"I've been hit, Mr. Kincade but I...I don't think it's...bad. When we get out on the moor, I will head to the chapel and you go get a vehicle incase we need to escape by road. Please take this phone and call the number under Q when you find a signal. Tell them we need back up and that M says hurry."
He agrees and they make their way through the tunnel and out on the moor.
Silva shouts over the din of the helicopter and waves it away.
"Nobody dares to touch her, she's MINE!"
Silva is prancing around the outside of the house, tossing grenades in the shattered window and doors.
"Can Mother come out and play James?"
Bond yells as he tries to find a way out of this situation. "Why don't you come in and get her!"
After dodging grenades Bond drags the propane tanks from the kitchen and put them in the dining room with two sticks of dynamite on top. He lights the fuse and runs for the priest hole. Bond hopes luck will be on his side and it will kill that sick, twisted bastard. There's a massive explosion as the tanks blow and the helicopter goes down.
Bond rushes into the tunnel before the explosion destroys the house.
M sees the explosion as she and Kincade separate and she heads to the chapel. M's getting dizzy from the blow to her head. She feels for the bump on her head and finds a small cut. It's slowly dripping blood and starting to coat her hair. She uses the torch to prevent herself from falling on the rough terrain as she heads to the chapel.
Silva's furious at the loss of the helicopter. Is she dead?...He did not mean for it to end this way...Bond needed to die but M...he wanted more from her...she owed it to him. His air transport is gone but there are still some trucks the men arrived in...he needs to get her away from here somewhere MI6 cannot reach her. Silva's running through the escape scenarios in his head...she's hiding somewhere...he will take her to one of his islands so she can never leave him...a light...
Silva sees the light out on the moor and knows where she is. He knows if Bond survived the blast he will try to save her...keep M from him. Silva plans on being the last rat, the one who gets M.
Silva barks orders to the remaining men to look for Bond as he trudges towards the small chapel on the moor.
Bond hits the moor at a run when he sees the light in the window. He kicks one of Silva's men so hard in the head that he dies instantly. The fastest way is across the frozen lake. James has to reach M before Silva...he just has too.
Silva sees Bond and stops to taunt him while his hired man comes up behind him on the pond.
Bond really is a worthy adversary. "Well,...James...mother's calling. I will give her a goodbye kiss for you and more..."
James grabs the gun and shoots the ice on the pond falling into the icy water with the mercenary.
Silva shrugs, laughs and heads to the steps of the chapel calling "I'm home mother."
Silva enters the cold dark chapel. The only light, coming from the distant flickering fire of the ancestral home of James Bond.
"Of course...it would be here...this place...perfect."
M's sitting on the front pew resting and checking her wound when she hears him enter. She rises slowly and turns to him too tired physically and emotionally to run anymore. James must have died in the explosion. Tears well up in her eyes for what could have been.
Silva comes up to her with a gun in his hand. M begins to swoon and he grabs her.
"What have they done to you my darling?" He looks at her body pulling open her coat searching for the wound.
Silva touches the blood on her head and then touches his bloody finger to his lips to taste the metallic taste of her life's blood. Silva looks down at her with a lusty gaze. He puts his bloody fingers on her lips staining them with her own blood. His red fingers then trail down her throat towards her chest.
Silva rests her on the step as he tears open her blouse and rips open her blood stained t-shirt. He sees that the wound is just a flesh wound on her side tied up in a scarf.
M's shaking now from fear, blood loss and possibly slipping into shock.
Why...why, is he the one who survived?
Silva's touch is surprisingly gentle as if he's afraid of breaking her. His hands make shivers crawl all over her body.
M breaks the spell "What are you planning on doing Tia..."
"I knew you remembered my name, my love...I always thought you were the mother...lover...the creator...I wanted to kill the both of us to stop this,...this...torment. Now it is just the two of us and I can forgive you...I can...we can join together on this altar and become one."
Silva has waited almost twenty years to have sex with, or kill Olivia Mansfield.
"No...Don't!" M starts to cry.
"I was going to fly you away to one of my islands...MI6 will assume that you died...now that James' dead we have time...Only you can heal my torn soul...Olivia."
Silva remembers how sweet she tasted on the island and has thought of little else since.
M starts to panic as he presses his lips to hers, forcing his tongue into her mouth. The image of his deformity entering her mind. M tries hitting and pushing him away but damn him for being so huge and strong. Silva's hand moves over her breast squeezing tightly while he continues kissing her.
James enters the chapel and sees Silva holding M in a passionate embrace and instinctively throws the knife into the bastards back.
Suddenly Silva's head jerks up and he growls, releasing her. Silva stands up and turns around a vicious look of pure hatred on his face.
M sits up and sees a knife in Silva's back.
Silva stumbles towards James growling and cursing as he collapses. James looks down on him in disgust. As if this animal could even remotely understand loyalty and perseverance.
"Last rat standing."
M pulls herself up holding on to the pew and says shakily "007, What took you so long?"
Bond tilts his head "I got into a bit of deep water."
Bond smiles at her ability to chastise and banter with him even in this situation. He wants to kiss her so badly but...Bond frowns as he moves closer.
The flicker of the house on fire cast odd shadows about the Kirk. Bond can make out that M's clothes are hanging off her and there is a fair amount of blood. He begins to panic and moves forward faster.
M swoons again and James runs forward to cradle her in his arms. The sound of arriving helicopters in the air.
"I suppose it is too late to run for it." M smiles up weekly at James.
"I'm game if you are." Bond's confused and panic is about to set in. When the hell did she get shot? Why didn't she say something! He would kill her if he couldn't possibly live without her.
Kincade enters through the side door and Bond looks at him with questions in his eyes.
Bond examines M's torn shirts and scarf tied around a bloody wound at her waist more closely. M's hair matted with blood and she's losing consciousness.
Kincade points. "They're here for her boy...she had me call Q and tell them to get their asses moving."
Bond smiles at him and then down at her as he scoops her up in his arms giving her a quick kiss and runs out the door to the medics that better damn well be waiting.
"Hold on love...the cavalry is here."