5.
"Well,"
Carter began, "I don't believe the heroin is being grown in the USA
because of the tight security."
The
drinks came. Bond grabbed his vodka, gulped down half of it and asked,
"Then where are you suggesting the heroin is being grown?"
"Somewhere
is Asia most likely, maybe India. I can get in touch with my contact and have
him search and for any activity involving the heroin. Unless this is a very
well kept secret, I wouldn't doubt someone knows where the heroin is being
grown"
Drake stood up and said, "Well, thank you for
your help, but i'm afraid we must be off."
Carter replied, "I shall inform you if I can
find any activity with the opium!"
Bond knew there was nothing more he could do that
night and headed for his hotel for a nights sleep.
***
Bond had finished his breakfast and was out the door
to wait for Drake to arrive. His sleep had been fair and his breakfast was most
pleasant. He pushed open the sliding door out of the
hotel and prepared to look for Drake.
Unknown to Bond, A pair of eyes was closely focused
on him. They were through the sights of a gun. He aimed the gunbarrel for Bond.
The sniper chuckled. Only the devil could stop him now.
The
trigger was pulled. The bullet skimmed Bond's arm. Bond fell to the ground
before he could take another shot. Bond pulled his gun, aimed for the sniper,
and picked him off. A girl with dark black hair ran up to Bond. "Oh, my
god! Are you okay?", she said anxiously." "Ill manage, its not a
bad wound, " Bond replied, "Who are you?"
"I'm Lory
Harris. I'm
with the CIA. Drake told me to inform you that something big came up and that
he wont be able to see you today."
"So, Lory, what's your business in this
case?"
"Same as you, only I'm suspecting someone. That
Zach Carter is who I believe is growing the heroin. Only problem is I don't
know where he is growing it. He always hangs out at that sports pub, so I
investigate him there. That whole conversation you guys gad the other day, well
I got that on tape."
Lory helped Bond up and led him to his hotel room,
with Bond drooping over her Red and Blue tank top, and said, "Let me help
you with your wound." Bond agreed. Fortunately, the bullet hadn't gone
deep into the skin and all Lory needed was a needle and some aloe to get it
out. She laid Bonds wounded arm on a pillow and grabbed the needle. She was
able to push the skin back enough to pull the bullet out. She then cleaned the
wound with some aloe and some soap.
"All done!", Lory laughed
Bond stared into her face and said calmly, "Thank
you, Lory"
For the next few seconds all they did was look at
each other, exchanging looks, until their mouths embraced.