It's a few minutes before Q can calm his pounding heart, and he shakes his head a little for a few moments, clearing it just in time for him to hear approaching footsteps. It doesn't take long for him to figure out that if it is real, if Alec is dead, then they might still not know who the real twin is and now see if they can get the information out of him. Well, he has a lot more skill than anyone here knows. Silently, he slips over to beside the door, getting himself ready and then waiting.

Predictably, when the thug comes in the door, he leads with his gun, both hands occupied. WHich makes it easy for Q to shift and jam his elbow back into the man's nose, catching the gun when he drops it, turning and knocking the man out before he smoothly steps into the hallway, being less subtle this time and just shooting the two outside his door. He takes the spare clips from the other weapons before he heads forward, gun up, toward where he heard the shot and where they had originally been taken from.

The gunshots draw some attention of course, and he doesn't get to the main room without incident, taking out one more goon, but having to take a detour to avoid three more. One or two he can go up against, but three at a time means that he might get injured, possibly severely. Or at the very least recaptured and that is not something that he really wants to have happen. When he rounds one of the rows of crates stacked up though, Q's world sort of comes falling down around him for a moment.

Standing there, near the equipment and the computers, is the head goon that was speaking to them before, two others that were holding Becca before, and Becca standing there free of any bonds or threatening guns, checking and fixing her makeup in her compact mirror. But the most shocking part of all is that Alec is standing there, alive and well, close to Becca with a small, smug smile on his face.

"No, no. You moron. That's not how you synthesize it..." Alec scolds one of the sciencey Russians, smacking him in the back of the head, with no recourse from anyone else.

Something which may seem so simple, makes the unflappable Quartermaster falter, and he stares for a few moments. "Alec." He says with a slight crack to his voice as he stares at his brother. "So. This was all a ruse, then. The only possible outcome being that you wanted to learn more about my work. There would be no other reason to involve me, especially since you could have done this without drawing the attention of MI6." He says as he looks at them, keeping his gun up. When one of the goons tries to pull his gun, Q puts a bullet through his shoulder. "I would not advise that." He says before he shifts his focus to the others. "I'm more trained than you accounted for, Alec.

Sighing a little, removing the fake glasses he was wearing and running a hand through his hair, Alec shakes his head. "Well, this didn't quite go as planned, did it? You always were good at keeping secrets, Damien. Far too good." He gives a slightly dramatic sigh, brushing his hand over Becca's cheek for a moment. "I've known for quite a while about Becca's heritage. I was going to create this little virus for them, because they were going to pay a ridiculous amount of money. Well. And then I found out about what happened with Robert..." He says with a small shake of his head. "That was quite a debacle." He muses with a small shake of his head as he looks at his brother.

Q doesn't falter though, doesn't lower his gun or allow himself to get angry or sad. This is not a time for that type of emotion, it's something that he can deal with later after this is all over. "How did you get here, Alec? I mean, how did you become this twisted?" He asks in confusion as he looks at the man that he once knew so well. It seems that they spent so much time being mirror images of one another, that they became two sides of a coin, one using their intelligene for good, one taking a darker path.

"I was never as good as you, Damien. College was a rougher path for me, and I discovered I had different tastes." Alec says simply as he looks at his brother, then he shrugs. "So are you going to shoot me?" he asks, moving away from his wife and stepping around the table toward Q. "How do you expect this to go down?" He asks skeptically. "Because I was blocking your little transmitter from the moment I got into the car." He says with a slight smugness about him.

Sadly, Q shakes his head as he looks at Alec for a few moments. "You continue to underestimate me, Alec. If you were capable of blocking any of my tech, or the backup transmitter I implanted in my arm before we left the office, I would have made many more precautions." He admits, having trusted his brother implicitly, but he didn't trust the Russians, so he amde sure that at least one of the trackers he had on him was one that no one would be able to block.

Of course, there is a bit of perfect timing to his comment as a few MI6 agents, led by Bond, come in from behind Q, and if the commotion is any indication, there are more agents that have entered in other parts of the warehouse.

"As always, you seem to have everything under control, Q." Bond says as he comes up behind the younger man, keeping his gun up and following the lead of the other man since he isn't sure entirely what is going on.

With a small nod of his head toward 007 without taking his eyes off any of the people in front of him, Q takes a deep breath. "Yes, it seems so. I am not exactly a damsel in distress, 007. Agents, kindly arrest each one of these men on charges of kidnapping, murder, and terrorism." He says, before he takes a deep breath. "Including my dear brother and his wife." He says after a moment.

Glancing at Q for a few moments, Bond's eyebrows go up before he nods quietly. "You heard him. Everyone, down on the ground, hands on your head." He says as he approaches the largest Russian guy slowly, moving around behind Q so that he doesn't get in the younger man's line of fire.

Q shakes his head a little as he watches his brother, all of them quickly taken down without much struggle. Only after they are all in cuffs does Q lower his gun, taking a few deep breaths and then nodding quietly. "I think I'd like to go back home now, Bond." He says to the agent, before he adds, "We can debrief tomorrow, surely." He says as he starts to digest everything that happened, and he's feeling very tired.

Concerned for the way he sees Q's eyes starting to glaze over, and some of the energy draining out of him, Bond nods a little, taking him by the arm. "Of course. Come on, then." He says, glancing at the other agent in charge and giving him a nod to hand off the cleanup, more vans and such arriving to cart the bad guys back to MI6 and to pack up all the other equipment and information. There's a car waiting for Bond and Q, though, and after getting the younger man in, James gets in and starts driving back toward their house, knowing that trying to talk right now would be a bad idea since it's obvious that the other man is still processing everything.

Leaning his head against the window for most of the ride back to the house, Q sighs a little and watches the gray city go by. "It seems that the depth of my inadequacy for judging the human character is worse than I thought." He says before he closes his eyes slowly. "I misjudged my own brother so completely. He was.. leading that group." He says with a small shake of his head. "I believe I may need a day off after this." he says quietly, closing his eyes for the rest of the ride. "Just a day."

Dun Dun Duuunnn! New laptop, new chapter, things are good. :) I hope you don't mind the little twist I threw in. I hope you all enjoy this!

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