7. Reunions
**Author's Notes: Okay, I've been on a role with these updates. I'm so proud of myself. ;) Anyways, I hope you are enjoying this story and I hope to receive more reviews!**
Reunions
Elizabeth twitted her thumbs, "Why the hell would my father be at an abandoned pier in the Netherlands?"
James made the Porsche pick up speed, "He's your father."
"No, really?" Elizabeth retorted.
James just smirked. He never got tired of Elizabeth's smart remarks. They pulled over to the side of the road when an abandoned shed, by a pier, came into view. James and Elizabeth pulled out their guns and approached the shed. Elizabeth kicked the door in and James ran in with his gun. It was empty.
"Hmm " James looked around and saw an abandoned boating house through the foggy shed window.
James turned around to see Elizabeth already gone. Running out of the shed, James saw Elizabeth approaching the boating house. Suddenly, gun fire rang out and Elizabeth jumped into the water under a crumpling, wooden dock. James got back into the shed and busted out the window, shooting at the male shooter.
Elizabeth used the distraction to swim up to the shore line, but suddenly found herself underwater. Somebody was holding her down and Elizabeth punched and kicked with all her might until the attacker let go. Gasping for air, Elizabeth was sucker punched and slipped underwater. Shaking it off, Elizabeth felt the attacker trying to bind her arms. Elizabeth grabbed the attacker's face and shoved it against the wooden pillar holding up the dock above them. The force was hard enough to knock out the attacker long enough for Elizabeth to get up on dry land.
James ran out of the shed and shot at the man again when the shooter ran out of bullets. The shooter took off towards the boating house, but James was faster and knocked him to the ground. The two started to fight and James broke the shooter's nose in one quick punch. A radio crackled to life on the shooters belt.
"Frank! The girl is getting away." Frank kneed James in the groin and rolled him off of him. Grabbing the radio, Frank shouted, "I'm kind of busy dealing with someone else!"
Tyra Jenkins, soaked in water, ran up and kicked James in the face when he tried to get up, "GET THE GIRL NOW!"
Frank nodded, glad to not have to mess with Bond and went after Elizabeth. He found her coming around the boat house and grabbed a large piece of wood. Frank smacked her across the face with it and it stunned Elizabeth for a second, but she recovered by knocking Frank down on the ground. Sitting on top of him, Elizabeth punched his broken nose and let him scream in agony.
"Where is my father?" Elizabeth yelled.
Frank's only defense was to punch Elizabeth in the chest. Elizabeth rolled on the ground, clutching her left breast as Frank tried to put her down with chloroform. Elizabeth wrapped her legs around Frank's face and squeezed. Choking, Frank let go of the bottle of chloroform and dropped the rag. He tried to pry Elizabeth's legs off, but was getting weaker by the second.
A few yards away, James grabbed Tyra's leg, when she went to kick him in the face again. Twisting it in order to break it, Tyra skillfully flipped and was still able to kick James in the face again. Laughing, Tyra cart wheeled away to a metal pipe. Picking it up, Tyra smiled, but her facial expression quickly went to surprise. Coughing up blood, Tyra dropped the pipe and fell to the ground dead. James was holding his gun towards her. He used his last bullet to shoot Tyra in the neck.
Dropping the gun, James looked over to where Elizabeth was to see Frank get free of Elizabeth's death grip and run away. Elizabeth got up and went to run after him, but James stopped her.
"Hey, don't waste your strength. You're fatigued, just like me. Let him go." James stated, while panting.
Elizabeth, trying to catch her breath, nodded, "That was a close one."
Before James could register what was going on, he felt himself convulsing violently and hit the ground jerking. Elizabeth grabbed James gun and pulled the trigger to the unknown person, but the bullets were out. Throwing the gun down, Elizabeth dropped to her knees and put her hands behind her head. James couldn't move, but witnessed the whole thing. A tall man, with greasy black hair, stood before Elizabeth with two other people.
"You didn't think you could hide from me forever, did you?" Mr. Linderman asked.
Elizabeth just gave her father a death glare, "I wasn't hiding, if you didn't notice. I was coming after you and was tearing down your empire that you so unwisely threw on my shoulders."
Mr. Linderman just laughed, "I've taught you well, but your temper will not help you in this case. I would watch your tongue, little girl."
Mr. Linderman signaled to the two people with him and they bound Elizabeth down. One of them picked up a heavy, blunt object and knocked Elizabeth out cold. James tried to move and even tried to yell out to Elizabeth, but his body was numb and he couldn't do anything.
A few hours later, James felt himself being rolled over onto his back and he was looking up at M's face. M was dressed in boots, pants, and a long sleeved shirt.
"James, can you hear me?" M asked, distressed.
James had some feeling back, and nodded. M looked relieved and she helped James on his feet, but James fell back on his knees. M found three pairs of prongs stuck on James. Two were lodged in his neck and the other pair was lodged in his hips. M dragged James down to the cold water and submerged his face in it. James, coughing and sputtering, found himself mobile again and quickly got to his feet. The initial shock gone, James started to run for his Porsche.
"It's no use, James." M shouted.
James stopped and turned around, "And why not?"
"They stole it. I have my car." M replied. "And I'm driving."
James frowned, but obeyed and got into M's car. M floored it and they were off. James couldn't help but watch M for a few minutes.
"What is it, James?" M asked, annoyed.
"How is it that you know so much about this organization, **The Crew**?" James asked.
M sped up the car, "We've been fighting this organization for years. It wasn't called **The Crew** until seven years ago. When it first started, it was called the **Red Huns**. They would pillage Chinese merchant ships and as they got richer, they got stronger and so did their demands. I was an agent for the British Secret Service too before I became the head director. In fact, I was 007 before you were."
James just whistled, "So I filled in your shoes." Then James smiled a mischievous smile that had M worried. "Your real name is Linda Vrook."
M's grip on the steering wheel tightened, "James Bond, if you so much as tell anyone my name, I'll kill you."
James just laughed as they continued to drive on the misty road.
007
Elizabeth stirred around, not wanting to move too quickly. Surprisingly, she was unbound. Looking around, it was dimly lit through a small window. Elizabeth looked out and realized she was in Amsterdam.
"They weren't at the piers " Elizabeth realized and turned around when her door opened.
A large man tossed Natalya into the room with Elizabeth. Elizabeth picked up Natalya and set her on the bed. Natalya's blouse was torn and there were deep cuts, almost gashes, across her chest. A cut was scabbing over on her cheek.
"Natalya, it's me, Elizabeth."
Natalya stirred around and started to cry, "Please don't let him hurt me again."
Elizabeth embraced Natalya, "It's alright, I'm going to get you out of here. James is on his way, I promise."
Elizabeth helped Natalya sit up against the head board and had her take off her blouse. Elizabeth opened up the door to the closet and found old clothing of sorts. Pulling out a long sleeved, green shirt, Elizabeth threw that on Natalya's lap.
"Put that on."
Natalya obeyed and put on the shirt, trembling. After getting the shirt on, she got up and started to search the room for a way out. Elizabeth smiled and joined her on the search for an exit. The window was a definite no and they tested out the door. It opened, but Elizabeth spotted the same two guards that tied her up standing watch. Closing the door, Elizabeth shook her head no and looked up at the ceiling. There was a large vent cover that was loosely screwed into the ceiling. Sliding the bed under it, Elizabeth easily pulled the vent cover off.
"Come on Natalya, this is the only way out." Elizabeth whispered.
