6. A New Playing Card

A New Playing Card

**Author's Notes: I'm putting 007 marks to show the transitions because for some reason Fan Fiction is not saving my spacing with the dotted lines. **

Mr. Linderman observed the locked vault before him. **Neptune's Fearful Jewel** was locked snuggly inside. Tyra Jenkins strode up to Mr. Linderman.

"What do you want to do with the pretty little package?" Tyra cooed.

"Let's just leave Miss Simonova alone for now so that she can get used to her accommodations." Mr. Linderman replied.

Tyra stroked Mr. Linderman's cheek, "Darling I don't like her."

Mr. Linderman smiled and wrapped his arm around Tyra's waist, "There's nothing to worry about."

Mr. Linderman sucked on Tyra's lips, and then nibbled on her earlobe, "I need you to complete a task for me."

"Anything for you, darling." Tyra purred.

"I need you to bring my daughter to me unharmed."

Tyra rolled her eyes, "Of course I will deliver your daughter to you unharmed. I will need help though."

"Oh, I know." Mr. Linderman exclaimed with a smile, "She's tough. Take Frank Peters with you. He's a tough guy."

Tyra nodded, "Yes, darling, it shall be done."

Mr. Linderman squeezed Tyra's butt as she walked away. He watched her sides swing left and right all the way down the hallway.

007

M paced her office as James came in, "No sign of Natalya."

"He has her." M replied.

James thought for a moment, "Elizabeth's father?"

"Yes, the famous Mr. Linderman. I don't have conformation yet, but with him, you just know. It's like an instinct."

"I made a stop at Elizabeth's apartment and we found nothing. Her apartment has been completely trashed and they left her a clear warning that they were coming for her." James said.

M looked out her large window, "I'm joining you two on this case."

"What?" James exclaimed.

"Just because I'm old doesn't mean I don't know what I'm doing." M retorted.

James just shook his head, "What the bloody hell would possess you to make such a decision?"

"The fact that we have been fighting Mr. Linderman for a couple of decades and I'm bloody tired of it! This agency is tired of it, the CIA, FBI, and the rest of the U.S. Government is tired of it, the UN is tired of it, the whole damn world is tired of it! If my participation can help stop this organization once and for all, then you bet I'm in." M replied.

"There's no changing your mind, is there?" James asked after a moment of silence.

"No, and your opinion doesn't matter at this point and time. Now, I'm taking this hard drive to a major meeting over in America in the White House. Great Britain and France are going to have brunch with the U.S. President and I'm going to show the contents of this file there. You on the other hand will take Elizabeth with you to Germany. From what these files show, there is an address that has a whole apartment complex bought by Mr. Linderman. I believe this is his headquarters."

M wrote the address on a piece of paper and handed it to James, "Good Luck, 007."

James left the office in a state of shock, but quickly got over it. M never ceased to amaze him.

007

Natalya curled up into a ball in the corner of the room. Tears stained her face and a look of horror flashed across her face as the doors to the office opened. Mr. Linderman and a very muscular man, holding a silver tray, came waltzing in.

"Set the tray on my desk and put Miss Simonova in her chair." Mr. Linderman said with menace.

The muscular man seemed to be like a robot. He set the tray on Mr. Linderman's desk and easily picked Natalya up in one swift grab. He set her down, took off his large, leather belt and strapped Natalya into her chair.

"You may leave now." Mr. Linderman told his helper. The muscular man left as Mr. Linderman picked up a syringe and a bottle of cloudy liquid. "This drug will keep you awake even through the worse types of torture. So you can take a whole variety of pain without your body passing out."

Natalya started jerking in her chair as Mr. Linderman walked over to her. He grabbed her hair and held her head still as he injected the liquid into the back of her neck. "I have to make sure it gets injected into your spinal cord."

Natalya had tears streaming down her face as Mr. Linderman took her gag out. "You're cruel and heartless! I don't have anything you need! What do you want?"

Mr. Linderman laughed, "Please don't lie to me, Miss Simonova. I hired you to do a job for me a few years ago and you thought you could get away with downloading important files. What? You didn't think we would notice? Silly amateur, stealing information is for the professionals. Now tell me, where is the documents you stole from me?"

Natalya shook her head, "I don't know."

Mr. Linderman walked over to her with a long knife, "I'm going to ask you again where are they?"

"Please don't do this " Natalya whimpered.

Mr. Linderman smiled and backhanded Natalya hard. The force of it tossed the chair over to where it was lying on its side. Mr. Linderman pulled the chair upright ¬

again and the belt proved to be holding Natalya to the chair nicely. Taking the blade to Natalya's stinging right cheek, he asked her the same question, "WHERE ARE THEY?"

Natalya spit in his face, "Go to hell!"

Mr. Linderman cut quickly and the blood sprayed across his face. Licking the blood off of his lips, Mr. Linderman cut Natalya's blouse open to expose her chest in a tan bra. Mr. Linderman walked back over to the tray and picked up a long, thin, wooden stick. "I already know you gave them over to the British Secret Service. I just wanted to see if you would cooperate. Since you're not, I'm going to have a little fun with you before anyone comes to save you."

Natalya, feeling the sting on her face, just seethed in anger, "If you already knew, then why would you be doing this?"

"Because, I'm just a sick pervert, Miss Simonova." Mr. Linderman replied.

With that, Mr. Linderman smacked the stick across Natalya's chest, cutting flesh. Natalya screamed in pain and Mr. Linderman hit her again. He closed his eyes, relishing in her screams and walked over to Natalya. He licked her blood trickling from her cheek. "Mmmm... you taste so good."

"Stop, please! Leave me alone." Natalya pleaded.

Mr. Linderman just smiled as he stood back up and used the stick to slap Natalya across the other cheek. Natalya shook all over from the pain, but didn't scream this time.

Mr. Linderman shook his head, "It won't do to not scream, Miss Simonova. No screaming makes me angry."

A crack across Natalya's chest had her screaming bloody murder and writhing in pain.

007

Elizabeth stared out of the window of the Porsche as James changed gears. The blur of snow covered trees added to the swift passing of the white lines on the road. Both James and Elizabeth were lost in their thoughts. James thought about Elizabeth's safety and Elizabeth thought about what she would do when she encountered her father.

"Are you alright?" James finally said, not able to take the silence anymore.

Elizabeth sighed and nodded, "Yes, because I have you."

James smiled and looked at his dashboard when a tiny alarm noise told them they had an incoming call. Pressing a button, Q's voice could be heard.

"James, I have some important information on the where-about of Miss Simonova." Q exclaimed.

"I'm listening." James said.

Q continued, "The address M gave you has been confirmed to be one of the hide outs of Mr. Linderman, but not where Miss Simonova is being held at. One of our scouts found out she was taken to an abandoned pier in the Netherlands, close by the main road to Amsterdam. Good luck 007 and 004."

"Thank you, Q." James replied as the call ended.