For Rebaforever15 and ForeverMBond, Thank you for being my faithful readers. I decided to skip describing the rest of the traveling so the next chapter will start several hours later once they are already there, but here is the explanation of why this is all happening :)
The van came to an abrupt stop, causing M and Eve to momentarily lose their balance, but two strong arms came around them keeping them from toppling over.
"Thank you" said M quietly as she shifted around so that she was leaning against Eve
"What now?" whispered Eve
"I guess we wait and see"
The doors of the van slid open and the two men got out to talk to Anya before turning back and pulling M and Eve from the van.
"This way" said one of the men, pushing the women toward what appeared to be a rather dilapidated airplane hanger
With their hands fastened behind their backs, M and Eve stumbled across the uneven ground until they reached the door and stared in almost disbelief at a small jet that was waiting for them.
"I guess we're going for a ride" said M dryly
"Keep quiet and get in" said Anya
"Where are you taking us?" demanded Eve, which only resulted in her being slapped across the face
"Ask your boss, I'm sure by now she has a good idea of where you are going" replied Anya
"Why are you doing this? What's in it for you?"
"Don't you know? Didn't they tell you who I am?"
"No, all I know is that you are Mr. Mallory's secretary" replied M
"You really must speak to your people about their lack of communication. Particularly when it comes to key information" she replied with a laugh
As M and Eve were strapped into their seats, Anya took a seat opposite them and began to explain her involvement.
"I am Anya Gorsky, Sergei Mirrinov was married to my aunt Lydia. You remember Lydia don't you M?"
M thought long and hard before shaking her head
"No...I'm sorry, I don't remember her" she replied
"Are you sure? Think hard and I am sure it will come back to you. She was rather tall, with long black hair and beautiful brown eyes and a fantastic smile complete with an adorable dimple...Are you sure you don't remember her?"
M thought again before suddenly a look of pain and then fear appeared across her face
"That was your Aunt?"
"Oh so you do remember"
"Vaguely...she was caught in the crossfire the night we were captured"
"You mean killed in the crossfire don't you?"
"Yes" said M softly
"She was what you considered collateral damage, however my uncle didn't see it that way" she continued "You want to know why he didn't kill you? He wanted you to suffer as much as he did, by making you watch as he killed the man you loved, but when you didn't beg and plead for his life..."
"So this is about revenge for her death"
"Among other things. When that film maker arrived last year, asking all kinds of questions it brought back all of the anger and when Anton told him that Uncle Sergei was responsible for most of the atrocities that had been committed..."
"But there was no proof..."
"Oh but there was, and if that film had ever been made, someone would have gone looking, much the same way they have now and he would have been exposed"
"But who is to say that they would have found the proof, I didn't even know it existed and I was there"
"Enough talk" said Anya, abruptly ending the conversation
M was glad for the break in the conversation. The situation had gone from a simple mole at MI6 to revenge and that is never a good sign. In her experience, when a motive changes to revenge, all rational thoughts go out the window and it's anybody's guess what would happen next.
James and Jack, along with a tactical assault team were counting down the minutes until they arrived at the airstrip, while Q was relaying information about Anya and the movements of the vehicle to them.
"I have new information about Anya if you're interested" said Q
"Go ahead" replied Jack as James seemed rather preoccupied
"Her name is Anya Gorsky, she is the niece of the late wife of Sergei Mirrinov, and I emphasize the word "Late". Apparently she was killed by none other than M herself the night she and Agent Maxwell were captured..."
"Well that's that mystery solved," snapped Jack
"What?" asked James, who had only been half listening to the converstation
"James, I don't know how to tell you this, but we have a much bigger problem on our hands"
"What?"
"This lunatic isn't after state secrets, he's after revenge, which means..."
"Right" snapped James as he leaned forward and spoke to the pilot "Change in plans Q" said James as he sat back in his chair
"What do you mean? If you try you could still make it to the airstrip" protested Q
"No. Tell Mallory to send every available agent to Kolbino, if we catch them now M will never be safe, they'll just keep trying until they get her"
"So let me get this straight, you are going to use the Head of MI6 as bait to catch a notorious cold war criminal?"
"Something like that...Just give Mallory the message. Jack and I are on our way to the US airbase. We will meet the teams at a safe house in St Petersburg and coordinate a rescue when we get there" replied James
"I take it you have a plan?" asked Jack
"Not yet, but I'm working on it" said James with a wink "M's no fool and by now she's figured out or she's been told what this is all about, so if I know her, the little wheels in her head are spinning about a million miles a minute"
"Let's just hope one of those little wheels has a plan attached to it" muttered Jack under his breath "We all know how your no plan plans usually turnout"
M shifted uncomfortably in her seat before she finally broke the silence to ask a simple question.
"Anya, do you suppose that it would be possible to uncuff us as there is absolutely no chance we could escape?" asked M
Anya thought about the request for a moment before motioning to one of her men
"Although you cannot run, I am not taking any chances so I will at least let you have your hands in front of you" she said
"Thank you" replied M "What do you intend to do with us once we arrive?"
"That is entirely up to my Uncle" said Anya with a wicked grin as she settled back in her seat for the rest of the ride.
TO BE CONTINUED...
