8. The Narrow Passage
**Author's Notes: Just wanted to apologize for the long wait on this update. I hope you all enjoy!**
The Narrow Passage
Cobwebs and dust made the air hard to breathe in as Natalya and Elizabeth squeezed through the winding ventilation system. Elizabeth had Natalya stop moving after hearing some crashing underneath them. Sitting still, they could hear a man yelling in frustration.
"WHERE ARE THEY?!" Mr. Linderman slammed his fist onto his desk as Tyra and Frank looked at each other in fear.
Frank took a step forward, "Boss we don't know."
Mr. Linderman led out a menacing laugh. Whether it was sarcastic or not, nobody could tell but him.
"Well then, I guess you have your work put out for you, Frank Peters."
Frank solemnly went out the door. Tyra Jenkins headed for the door, but stopped as she felt two arms snake around her waist.
"Where exactly are you going?" Mr. Linderman started kissing Tyra's neck.
Tyra had a look of terror in her eyes this time, "Um to help Frank find the hostages."
Tyra screeched as Mr. Linderman grabbed her hair and pulled her hair back, "No, Tyra. I'm extremely angry and I need some release."
Tyra shivered as Mr. Linderman locked the door.
The sky was overcast as M sped up her car. Every second that passed by made M start to get nervous with anticipation. James started to worry.
"I think you are over stressing yourself."
"Oh shut up!" M spat, "You have no idea the hell I've gone through with this organization. I want to just be done with it!"
James furrowed his brow, "You have always taught me not to let my emotions get the best of me."
M just sighed, "I didn't mean to snap."
Up ahead, an alley way made M smile. James looked at her with confusion and then decided it was best not to ask.
It felt like an eternity before Elizabeth and Natalya got a vertical vent.
"This has to go down to the basement." Elizabeth said between short gasps of air.
Natalya nodded, "Alright, I'll go first."
Elizabeth put a hand on Natalya shoulder, "Look, I have to go back."
"What?"
"I'm being serious." Elizabeth stopped for a second before continuing, "I have to bury this organization for good. Even if that means my father is one of the casualties."
Natalya looked down the steep drop, "Lower me down then."
Elizabeth took Natalya's hands and lowered her down as far as she could without falling in with her. After a couple of seconds, Elizabeth let go and watched Natalya disappear into the dark void. Natalya, with the luck of the draw, landed in a fat pile of flour in the basement. Covered in the white powder, Natalya started looking ¬
around for a window or a door to get through. Then she saw the wheels from a car park next to a small basement window.
"I really don't see how we are getting in this way, M." James stated.
Both M and James jerked around with their guns from hearing an ear piercing screech noising. A basement window was opening and a hand, covered in white powder, was feeling around for something to grab onto.
James grabbed the hand and pulled up a very annoyed Natalya.
"It's about time you get here!" Natalya exclaimed.
M looked her up and down, "What the bloody hell is that?"
"Flour, from the basement."
James just nodded, "I'm going in for Elizabeth."
M gave the keys to Natalya, "I have the GPS system set on the location you need to get to in order to be safe. For your own safety, do not stop for anything."
Natalya nodded as she jumped into the car and sped off. James helped M down into the basement and the both surveyed the area.
Elizabeth popped open a vent cover and hung upside down to survey the room. A lone figure was tied to a chair and a trail of blood was dripping of the fingers. Elizabeth hopped down and picked up a paper weight. Walking over the lone figure, Elizabeth could hear it breathing. Tyra Jenkins was surrounded by a pool of her own blood.
"Tyra?" Elizabeth whispered.
Tyra Jenkins looked up at Elizabeth and a small laugh emitted from her lips, "Elizabeth so nice of you to stop by."
"Tyra, I'm sorry for what I've put you through."
"I would have gladly died for you." Tyra mumbled, "I would have gone to the ends of the earth for you, but then you have a change of heart. You turned your back on us "
As Tyra uttered those last few words, her head slumped. Elizabeth checked for a pulse and found nothing. Elizabeth checked the office doors to see that they were locked and went back to the desk that she knew was her fathers.
Rummaging around, Elizabeth found old documents of sorts and started ripping drawers out to find anything that would be of use. A picture landed on Elizabeth's blouse and Elizabeth looked at it quickly, and then discarded it. Hesitating for a second, Elizabeth looked at the picture again. It was a picture of a woman holding a baby; holding Elizabeth.
"Mother?" Elizabeth muttered.
"Yes, your mother." Mr. Linderman seethed.
Elizabeth jumped up to see her father standing in the doorway. His body guards picked up Tyra's body with the chair and headed out. Mr. Linderman closed the door behind him.
James had shot down a few body guards here and there. M followed closely behind, shooting down a few people here and there as well.
"I want to prepare you before you have to be confronted by Mr. Linderman, James."
James had a look of apathy, "I'll be fine. I can take him down."
"You can be such a fool sometimes." M retorted, "I knew who Elizabeth was the first time I saw her."
James paused, "So you just let the enemy infiltrate the British Secret Service like that?"
"Yes, because I knew if you couldn't turn her around, then I could. I've known who she is for a long time."
James and M proceeded down the corridor, checking rooms.
"At least give me the courtesy of telling me her name." Elizabeth replied.
Mr. Linderman smiled to himself, "A wonderful woman she was. We were supposed to live a normal life, but things got in the way. Actually, I got in the way."
Elizabeth saw a knife in a drawer and slipped it behind her. Mr. Linderman started to walk towards Elizabeth.
"You would have absolutely loved her."
Elizabeth started looking around, "Look, dad, you are going to have to stop this. I realized I had to stop doing this because it will eat you alive."
"You even sound like your mother." Mr. Linderman stated.
Elizabeth narrowed her eyes, "At least do one thing for me, dad. Tell me who my mother was."
Mr. Linderman started to laugh, "You should have it figured out by now. You work for her now."
Elizabeth felt like somebody had slapped her as her father kept laughing.
"Yes, Elizabeth. Linda Vrook is your mother."
