Chapter 2
The two MI6 agents sat with their quarry in the airport as they waited for the third agent to return from
from finalising the travel plans. In truth they were trainee agents, the babysitting mission a part of their
learning curve. The third agent was more experienced, not a famed 00 agent, but one with many years experience
none the less.
The two young agents were Phillip Sanders and Jenny Page, both in their second year of training. They knew their
mission was important, but babysitting was boring. So Phillip thought, escorting a second rate agent to MI6
headquaters from here in Paris. Jenny, however was minding the mission one bit. After all the 'baby' was a
handsome man, even if he was a Russian.
Jenny herself was no slouch in the looks department. Her short red hair was bobbed, framing a doll like face.
Green eyes dominated her face, above an upturned nose and full lips. Her black buinesslike suit did little
to hide the flair of her breasts and hips, all business but all woman. At the moment her eyes and full attention
were on the man next to her.
The Russian was around six foot, his build broad but lean. The way he'd been handling himself from when they'd
picked him up from Station F to the journey to the airport suggested that he possessed a whipcord strength. His
dark, near black hair was brushed back from his face which held a certain non-descriptive handsomeness. His eyes
were sharp, hiding a gleam that hinted at hidden knowledge and humour when he regarded the two agents. He
wore a simple tan suit, well taliored and an open necked navy shirt. Each time he saw Jenny looking at him a
slight smile touched the corners of his lips, causing Jenny to blush furiously. This in turn caused Phillip to
glare at both the Russian and Jenny.
Charles de Gaulle airport was busy despite it being the early hours of the morning. The lounge was home to the
incoming, the outgoing and those waiting for both. Phillip was keeping a watchful eye on the crowds, all the
time aware that Jenny was seemingly attracted to the Russian they were guarding. He sometimes wondered if women
were suited for this kind of work, espoinage was a man's game. The tension drained from Phillip slightly when he
saw Eric Galter, the third agent, arrive back with four tickets. At least he and Galter could handle any tricks
the Russian may have up his sleeve.
' And how is our Nikoli Schmitzski?' Galter asked as he handed out the tickets to the two agents.
' All quiet,' answered Phillip glaring at the Russian.
' I need the toliet,' the Russian stated in a heavily accented voice.
' Get up then,' said Galter, grabbing the Russian agent's arm. Phillip started to stand but Galter waved him to stop.
' No need, he won't give me any problems.'
The two men left the trainees, heading into the toilet opposite. As they entered a big man brushed past them on
his way out of the toliet. He had a vicious scar running down his right eye, and an unshaven appearance. The Russian
examined the man as they passed him, expression one of careful study. Carrying on into the toilet, both men stopped
and Galter locked the door behind them. Then facing the Russian agent, Galter gave a wide grin to the man.
' You must really must of upset 'M' this time 007 to end up with this assignment.' Galter addressed the man.
James Bond's face split into a grin of his own. ' Let's just say I'm here to learn a little humility, Eric.' he said.
' Yes but babysitting..'
' Training.' interrupted Bond.
'..two youngsters.' finished Galter, ignoring Bond's attempt at saving face.
' Yes but that girl. What a younster she is.' said Bond, giving a sly mile.
Galter put on a stern face. ' Think of the mission 007. 'M' would go mad if she knew about that.'
Bond nodded looking at his watch. ' Yes. The mission.' he said as his words trailed off. ' Carlos Mendez.'
Galter looked puzzled. ' What, James?'
Bond paced towards the door. ' Carlos Mendez. The man we passed just. That was him.' he said.
' So?'
Bond looked at Galter, unlocking the door. ' Mendez was responcible for the Bask bombing campaign a few years ago
which included the bombing of the British embassy in Bilbao.'
Galter grabbed Bond's arm. ' Hold on, 007. We're on a mission you can't just run off. Let me call it in and Station
F can send someone after him.'
Bond considered this then gave a resigned nod. ' Your probably right.' he concided.
With a lightning fast jab, Bond slammed a fist into Galter's jaw. The man was sent sprawling backwards across the
room. Before he could react he was hit at the nape of the neck by Bond's forearm, sending him into unconsiousness.
Bond pulled him into a cubicle and closing the door.
' Sorry, Eric, but I'm thinking of the mission.'
Bond straightened his tie in the mirror before heading to the door. He slipped out into the lounge of the airport,
looking around to try and catch a glimpse of Mendez amoungst the crowds. Looking across the lounge he saw Mendez
heading to a boarding gate, about to enter the corridor leading to the plane. In quick strides Bond made this way
across the lounge in an attempt to head the terroist off.
In their seats, Phillip and Jenny sat patiently waiting for Galter and Bond to return. Jenny cast an eye towards the
toilets as Bond emerged on her own. Watching him as he made his way across the lounge she touched Phillip's arm.
Phillip turned to look at Jenny, a puzzled expression on his face. Jenny indicated towards where Bond was making his
way towards the boarding gate. A grim look came to Phillip's face as he reached inside his jacket.
' What do we do?' Jenny asked in a hushed tone.
Philip pulled out the gun he'd been given on leaving Station F. He pulled back the chamber of the BDM 9cPms automatic
pistol, loading a bullet from the clip into the chamber. ' We do what the mission requires us to. We take him back to
London one way or another.'
The two MI6 agents sat with their quarry in the airport as they waited for the third agent to return from
from finalising the travel plans. In truth they were trainee agents, the babysitting mission a part of their
learning curve. The third agent was more experienced, not a famed 00 agent, but one with many years experience
none the less.
The two young agents were Phillip Sanders and Jenny Page, both in their second year of training. They knew their
mission was important, but babysitting was boring. So Phillip thought, escorting a second rate agent to MI6
headquaters from here in Paris. Jenny, however was minding the mission one bit. After all the 'baby' was a
handsome man, even if he was a Russian.
Jenny herself was no slouch in the looks department. Her short red hair was bobbed, framing a doll like face.
Green eyes dominated her face, above an upturned nose and full lips. Her black buinesslike suit did little
to hide the flair of her breasts and hips, all business but all woman. At the moment her eyes and full attention
were on the man next to her.
The Russian was around six foot, his build broad but lean. The way he'd been handling himself from when they'd
picked him up from Station F to the journey to the airport suggested that he possessed a whipcord strength. His
dark, near black hair was brushed back from his face which held a certain non-descriptive handsomeness. His eyes
were sharp, hiding a gleam that hinted at hidden knowledge and humour when he regarded the two agents. He
wore a simple tan suit, well taliored and an open necked navy shirt. Each time he saw Jenny looking at him a
slight smile touched the corners of his lips, causing Jenny to blush furiously. This in turn caused Phillip to
glare at both the Russian and Jenny.
Charles de Gaulle airport was busy despite it being the early hours of the morning. The lounge was home to the
incoming, the outgoing and those waiting for both. Phillip was keeping a watchful eye on the crowds, all the
time aware that Jenny was seemingly attracted to the Russian they were guarding. He sometimes wondered if women
were suited for this kind of work, espoinage was a man's game. The tension drained from Phillip slightly when he
saw Eric Galter, the third agent, arrive back with four tickets. At least he and Galter could handle any tricks
the Russian may have up his sleeve.
' And how is our Nikoli Schmitzski?' Galter asked as he handed out the tickets to the two agents.
' All quiet,' answered Phillip glaring at the Russian.
' I need the toliet,' the Russian stated in a heavily accented voice.
' Get up then,' said Galter, grabbing the Russian agent's arm. Phillip started to stand but Galter waved him to stop.
' No need, he won't give me any problems.'
The two men left the trainees, heading into the toilet opposite. As they entered a big man brushed past them on
his way out of the toliet. He had a vicious scar running down his right eye, and an unshaven appearance. The Russian
examined the man as they passed him, expression one of careful study. Carrying on into the toilet, both men stopped
and Galter locked the door behind them. Then facing the Russian agent, Galter gave a wide grin to the man.
' You must really must of upset 'M' this time 007 to end up with this assignment.' Galter addressed the man.
James Bond's face split into a grin of his own. ' Let's just say I'm here to learn a little humility, Eric.' he said.
' Yes but babysitting..'
' Training.' interrupted Bond.
'..two youngsters.' finished Galter, ignoring Bond's attempt at saving face.
' Yes but that girl. What a younster she is.' said Bond, giving a sly mile.
Galter put on a stern face. ' Think of the mission 007. 'M' would go mad if she knew about that.'
Bond nodded looking at his watch. ' Yes. The mission.' he said as his words trailed off. ' Carlos Mendez.'
Galter looked puzzled. ' What, James?'
Bond paced towards the door. ' Carlos Mendez. The man we passed just. That was him.' he said.
' So?'
Bond looked at Galter, unlocking the door. ' Mendez was responcible for the Bask bombing campaign a few years ago
which included the bombing of the British embassy in Bilbao.'
Galter grabbed Bond's arm. ' Hold on, 007. We're on a mission you can't just run off. Let me call it in and Station
F can send someone after him.'
Bond considered this then gave a resigned nod. ' Your probably right.' he concided.
With a lightning fast jab, Bond slammed a fist into Galter's jaw. The man was sent sprawling backwards across the
room. Before he could react he was hit at the nape of the neck by Bond's forearm, sending him into unconsiousness.
Bond pulled him into a cubicle and closing the door.
' Sorry, Eric, but I'm thinking of the mission.'
Bond straightened his tie in the mirror before heading to the door. He slipped out into the lounge of the airport,
looking around to try and catch a glimpse of Mendez amoungst the crowds. Looking across the lounge he saw Mendez
heading to a boarding gate, about to enter the corridor leading to the plane. In quick strides Bond made this way
across the lounge in an attempt to head the terroist off.
In their seats, Phillip and Jenny sat patiently waiting for Galter and Bond to return. Jenny cast an eye towards the
toilets as Bond emerged on her own. Watching him as he made his way across the lounge she touched Phillip's arm.
Phillip turned to look at Jenny, a puzzled expression on his face. Jenny indicated towards where Bond was making his
way towards the boarding gate. A grim look came to Phillip's face as he reached inside his jacket.
' What do we do?' Jenny asked in a hushed tone.
Philip pulled out the gun he'd been given on leaving Station F. He pulled back the chamber of the BDM 9cPms automatic
pistol, loading a bullet from the clip into the chamber. ' We do what the mission requires us to. We take him back to
London one way or another.'