REMEMBER ULYSSES
by Lyda Mae (RavenDove) Huff
Chapter Three: Andrea Lamont
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Nurse Delight brought the midday meal. When she didn't find Commander Bond in the main room, she knocked at the bathroom. No answer, that was odd. The door was locked, she tried knocking again. Something was wrong.
She went to the guard. "Go find Dr. Ekles; then get M and Moneypenny down here." She went back to the room. (Lets see, need to get the door open.) She went for a screwdriver; then removed the Knob.
The room was empty. Dr. Ekles, M, Moneypenny, and the guard all arrived then; one after another. The vent cover was off. Moneypenny picked up the note on the basin.
Dear M, & Moneypenny;
Gone hunting; shall return with the trophy I seek. Sorry to run out on you like this.
James
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Moneypenny, and Torus entered 007's flat in Chelsea. They both had guns; not ordinary guns though. These shot tranquilizer darts; neither one wanted to hurt James. (Why did he have to be so stubborn?) They had orders to bring him back to MI6; before he left the country. As soon as he left the country; he would be a rouge agent. Then orders would be to bring him back using any means necessary.
The two of them walked in cautiously, searching every room. He wasn't there. The disguise he'd worn to get there; lay scattered about the place. Moneypenny found the note on the dresser. Holstering the dart-gun, she picked it up.
Moneypenny,
Close, but not close enough. I've been and gone already. There's something I MUST finish.
007
Moneypenny pulled a cell-phone out of her pocket, and dialed. "M we're too late; he's gone."
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It was dark here in the catacombs. Jeanette paced the small cell she had been locked in. The place was filthy, and she felt grimy all over. Hobear the retch, would not let up. She kicked at the crumbling stones on the floor. Her hair was a mess; the jeans, shirt and jacket she wore had been slept into many nights. (If only she knew what they'd done with James. Hobear kept saying he was dead, but she didn't believe him. How could she get a message out to Annika. Her dear sister had the very thing they sought under her nose. Without even knowing it; Annika sat on the key to salvation. Unless Hobear got a hold of it; then it was the key to her doom.) There was a stir down the corridor; some one was coming.
Hobear walked into the dim cell. "Well my little bird; are you ready to sing?" She wouldn't even face him. He grabbed her wrist; pulling her towards him. With his other hand he grabbed her chin, and made her face him. "Where is the cipher; you little Harlot?" He yelled right in her delicate face.
She kicked him as hard and as high as she could. He let go of her; clutching her mark. She tried to bolt for the door, but he was to fast. He threw her against her cot. "Little Jezebel thinks she can escape." He backhanded her across the face. "Think again Bitch." Then he stormed out.
Jeanette wept softly. (How long before she would know death or deliverance? Would some one find her? Would she meet the Saint for which she was named by Hobear's hand, or by her own? She hoped not to meet The Maid of Lorraine so soon.)
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James Bond registered at one of the less ostentatious hotels in Paris; under the name Byron James. After all he didn't want anyone to find him so easily as by looking for him under his real name. That would be rather stupid. With Pantheon on one side, and M's wrath on the other. Stupid indeed. Far better to pay cash under a pseudonym.
After he had settled into his room; Bond cautiously staked out the rest of the hotel. Making a note of the surrounding area with all possible approaches he returned to the room. With people bound too be on the look out for him; Bond knew it best to lay low till the fallowing afternoon. Time may be critical, but it would do no good too be found at this stage in the game.
Bond lay down on the bed, tired form his hasty journey. He drifted into sleep with both vague, and vivid memories, dancing across his conscious mind. His time with Kissy; when he thought he was a simple fisherman. The time in Russia after the authorities picked him up on the shore; Kissy's face when he had left for Russia. Tracy held tight in his arms. Their wedding day; Beautiful Tracy, with blood in her hair. Of all the women that had been part of his life, Only Tracy had touch his heart. Perhaps some deep part of him, still blamed himself for her murder.
James Bond thought of the many foes he had faced. There were so many things he had done in his life; not all of them things too be proud of. All of this he, on some level deep in his subconscious, had denied. Denied until he, himself believed that he was a total blank. All this to thwart his latest foe Ulysses. Now he had to reconstruct all that had taken place, and defeat this foe once and for all.
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Moneypenny was pacing M's office. "Would you kindly refrain from wearing holes in the carpet Moneypenny." M looked up as she stopped in mid- step. "I know your worried about 007; to have been missing for six weeks now gone rouge. I have just the man to bring him back."
"I hope your right M." Moneypenny continued to fidget until there was a knock at the door.
In walked a tall, shapely blond. "You wanted to see me M." She wore a floor length steel blue dress that was slit to just above the knee, and a cream colored half sweater.
"Come in 015; this is Moneypenny. Moneypenny I'd like you to meet one of our newest agents; Lieutenant Andraea Lamont. The perfect man for the job."
Moneypenny stifled a laugh. "Perhaps the only man for the job." Moneypenny regained her composure. "I just have one question. How on Earth can you ever hide a weapon dressed like that?"
015 stepped forward directing her attention to M. "Shall I demonstrate?" To this M nodded her approval. "Then I shall begin with the obvious." She lifted her purse from her shoulder, and opened the tiny thing. "A can of pepper spray; not likely to blow my cover when some one gets a little fresh." She set the can on M's desk; then made as if she were adjusting her stockings. Before Moneypenny knew it 015 had pulled a Derringer from the slit in her dress. "This is for getting out of most tight spot." She unloaded the two shot pistol, and set it by the pepper spray. Then from beneath her skirt she pulled out three delicate throwing knives, four stiletto throwing spikes and a switch-blade. After setting these on the desk; she crossed her arms placing her hands under her sweater. When she pulled them out; they held two throwing stars.
Andraea removed her sweater; handing it to Moneypenny. Her star holsters were reveled. "If you look closely at the sweater hem; you should find it unusual."
When the hem was examined; Moneypenny found that behind the decorative silver beads there were bullets for the Derringer sowed into the sweater. "I begin to see you are more than you seam. Why so many blades?" Moneypenny looked at the knives.
"Her father was a knife thrower in a circus, and she decided young to best her father at his own game" M looked at them both; 015 began putting her things away. "The reason I called you 015 is a mission of importance. You've heard of agent 007?"
"Yes. Hasn't he been missing?" She was hanging on M 5 every word. This could be her first real mission. So far her spying career had been boring; she'd been half tempted to fall back on her Medical Degree just to relieve monotony. Then the thought of working as a psychiatrist made her think again.
"Yes, but five days ago he was returned to MI6 by the CIA. One of their men found him in Germany; wounded and suffering amnesia. He remained in the Medical Unit here until this morning; at which point he had apparently regained most of his memory. After he had been denied his request to go finish his mission; he ran away. We believe he has gone to France; to finish what he started. At this point he is a rouge agent. He is considered a security risk; your mission is to bring him back by any means necessary. I would suggest you try seduction." M's face looked bleak.
Andraea now knew this was very serious. "I see. That's why I was chosen for this mission. You're setting a trap for him, and I'm the bait."
M hated to admit it. "In a word yes, but not the only reason. You are also a Psychiatrist; you are better equipped to handle 007 than any other agent."
"I take it the amnesia was not caused by a blow to the head." There were presidents; in his line of work there was one other likely answer. "He has something he doesn't want to remember, and he's out for revenge because of it." She was very solemn. "He was tortured; wasn't he." She wasn't questioning.
M looked at her with pain at the thought. "There is evidence of the fact; besides his condition. I'll arrange for you to see as much as possible before your flight. You'll leave tomorrow morning. Moneypenny is the best person to brief you on 007 himself; she has known him longer than I have, making her the logical choice.
Andraea could see this was going to be interesting. "Understood M; I best start acquainting myself with who 007 is."
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Bond entered the Sab Michelle; where he had last seen Jeanette. The booth was empty. There was hardly a soul around. So he decided to have a closer look; after six weeks he didn't expect to find anything. Then again one could never be to careful. A waiter came up behind him. "May I help you Misuser? We are not yet open for dinner."
Bond looked at him. "I just thought I saw something familiar."
The waiter saw his face, and recognized him. "Misure! You are not safe here."
"What do you mean?" This young man knew something.
"Come with me. I dare not speak in here." The waiter lead him through the back; to a trap door. The wine cellar; in back corner he made certain there was no one else in the room. "I remember you Misure. Over a month ago you were dinning with young Mamsel. The goons came in the back way; made threats. Forced me to put something in your food. They carried you both off. Please Missure do not be angry with me. I was given no choice."
"Don't worry. I have better plans; if you tell me what you know about the men that carried us off."
The waiter seamed a little more at ease. "I don't know much. They were Ulysses' men; They are called Set, Henawava, Loki, and I don't know the last one. They show there muscle here often. We are all afraid of them. They are evil, mean; they get away with much by intimidating."
"I see. Thank you for your help Mr..." This young man was in danger for giving him information, and Bond knew it.
"Bertram; my name is Bertram Frenno. You must leave Missure; before you are found here." Bertram made a gesture for Bond to wait. "I will make sure that it is safe." He went up the ladder; returning a few minutes latter. "Fallow me quickly; we'll take the back way. They must not find you. They will kill you if they do."
Bertram led him a safe distance from the restaurant. "Now you have more than made up for your part in my abduction. Thanks again Bertram; be careful." They went there separate ways.
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Chapter Three: Andrea Lamont
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Nurse Delight brought the midday meal. When she didn't find Commander Bond in the main room, she knocked at the bathroom. No answer, that was odd. The door was locked, she tried knocking again. Something was wrong.
She went to the guard. "Go find Dr. Ekles; then get M and Moneypenny down here." She went back to the room. (Lets see, need to get the door open.) She went for a screwdriver; then removed the Knob.
The room was empty. Dr. Ekles, M, Moneypenny, and the guard all arrived then; one after another. The vent cover was off. Moneypenny picked up the note on the basin.
Dear M, & Moneypenny;
Gone hunting; shall return with the trophy I seek. Sorry to run out on you like this.
James
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Moneypenny, and Torus entered 007's flat in Chelsea. They both had guns; not ordinary guns though. These shot tranquilizer darts; neither one wanted to hurt James. (Why did he have to be so stubborn?) They had orders to bring him back to MI6; before he left the country. As soon as he left the country; he would be a rouge agent. Then orders would be to bring him back using any means necessary.
The two of them walked in cautiously, searching every room. He wasn't there. The disguise he'd worn to get there; lay scattered about the place. Moneypenny found the note on the dresser. Holstering the dart-gun, she picked it up.
Moneypenny,
Close, but not close enough. I've been and gone already. There's something I MUST finish.
007
Moneypenny pulled a cell-phone out of her pocket, and dialed. "M we're too late; he's gone."
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It was dark here in the catacombs. Jeanette paced the small cell she had been locked in. The place was filthy, and she felt grimy all over. Hobear the retch, would not let up. She kicked at the crumbling stones on the floor. Her hair was a mess; the jeans, shirt and jacket she wore had been slept into many nights. (If only she knew what they'd done with James. Hobear kept saying he was dead, but she didn't believe him. How could she get a message out to Annika. Her dear sister had the very thing they sought under her nose. Without even knowing it; Annika sat on the key to salvation. Unless Hobear got a hold of it; then it was the key to her doom.) There was a stir down the corridor; some one was coming.
Hobear walked into the dim cell. "Well my little bird; are you ready to sing?" She wouldn't even face him. He grabbed her wrist; pulling her towards him. With his other hand he grabbed her chin, and made her face him. "Where is the cipher; you little Harlot?" He yelled right in her delicate face.
She kicked him as hard and as high as she could. He let go of her; clutching her mark. She tried to bolt for the door, but he was to fast. He threw her against her cot. "Little Jezebel thinks she can escape." He backhanded her across the face. "Think again Bitch." Then he stormed out.
Jeanette wept softly. (How long before she would know death or deliverance? Would some one find her? Would she meet the Saint for which she was named by Hobear's hand, or by her own? She hoped not to meet The Maid of Lorraine so soon.)
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James Bond registered at one of the less ostentatious hotels in Paris; under the name Byron James. After all he didn't want anyone to find him so easily as by looking for him under his real name. That would be rather stupid. With Pantheon on one side, and M's wrath on the other. Stupid indeed. Far better to pay cash under a pseudonym.
After he had settled into his room; Bond cautiously staked out the rest of the hotel. Making a note of the surrounding area with all possible approaches he returned to the room. With people bound too be on the look out for him; Bond knew it best to lay low till the fallowing afternoon. Time may be critical, but it would do no good too be found at this stage in the game.
Bond lay down on the bed, tired form his hasty journey. He drifted into sleep with both vague, and vivid memories, dancing across his conscious mind. His time with Kissy; when he thought he was a simple fisherman. The time in Russia after the authorities picked him up on the shore; Kissy's face when he had left for Russia. Tracy held tight in his arms. Their wedding day; Beautiful Tracy, with blood in her hair. Of all the women that had been part of his life, Only Tracy had touch his heart. Perhaps some deep part of him, still blamed himself for her murder.
James Bond thought of the many foes he had faced. There were so many things he had done in his life; not all of them things too be proud of. All of this he, on some level deep in his subconscious, had denied. Denied until he, himself believed that he was a total blank. All this to thwart his latest foe Ulysses. Now he had to reconstruct all that had taken place, and defeat this foe once and for all.
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Moneypenny was pacing M's office. "Would you kindly refrain from wearing holes in the carpet Moneypenny." M looked up as she stopped in mid- step. "I know your worried about 007; to have been missing for six weeks now gone rouge. I have just the man to bring him back."
"I hope your right M." Moneypenny continued to fidget until there was a knock at the door.
In walked a tall, shapely blond. "You wanted to see me M." She wore a floor length steel blue dress that was slit to just above the knee, and a cream colored half sweater.
"Come in 015; this is Moneypenny. Moneypenny I'd like you to meet one of our newest agents; Lieutenant Andraea Lamont. The perfect man for the job."
Moneypenny stifled a laugh. "Perhaps the only man for the job." Moneypenny regained her composure. "I just have one question. How on Earth can you ever hide a weapon dressed like that?"
015 stepped forward directing her attention to M. "Shall I demonstrate?" To this M nodded her approval. "Then I shall begin with the obvious." She lifted her purse from her shoulder, and opened the tiny thing. "A can of pepper spray; not likely to blow my cover when some one gets a little fresh." She set the can on M's desk; then made as if she were adjusting her stockings. Before Moneypenny knew it 015 had pulled a Derringer from the slit in her dress. "This is for getting out of most tight spot." She unloaded the two shot pistol, and set it by the pepper spray. Then from beneath her skirt she pulled out three delicate throwing knives, four stiletto throwing spikes and a switch-blade. After setting these on the desk; she crossed her arms placing her hands under her sweater. When she pulled them out; they held two throwing stars.
Andraea removed her sweater; handing it to Moneypenny. Her star holsters were reveled. "If you look closely at the sweater hem; you should find it unusual."
When the hem was examined; Moneypenny found that behind the decorative silver beads there were bullets for the Derringer sowed into the sweater. "I begin to see you are more than you seam. Why so many blades?" Moneypenny looked at the knives.
"Her father was a knife thrower in a circus, and she decided young to best her father at his own game" M looked at them both; 015 began putting her things away. "The reason I called you 015 is a mission of importance. You've heard of agent 007?"
"Yes. Hasn't he been missing?" She was hanging on M 5 every word. This could be her first real mission. So far her spying career had been boring; she'd been half tempted to fall back on her Medical Degree just to relieve monotony. Then the thought of working as a psychiatrist made her think again.
"Yes, but five days ago he was returned to MI6 by the CIA. One of their men found him in Germany; wounded and suffering amnesia. He remained in the Medical Unit here until this morning; at which point he had apparently regained most of his memory. After he had been denied his request to go finish his mission; he ran away. We believe he has gone to France; to finish what he started. At this point he is a rouge agent. He is considered a security risk; your mission is to bring him back by any means necessary. I would suggest you try seduction." M's face looked bleak.
Andraea now knew this was very serious. "I see. That's why I was chosen for this mission. You're setting a trap for him, and I'm the bait."
M hated to admit it. "In a word yes, but not the only reason. You are also a Psychiatrist; you are better equipped to handle 007 than any other agent."
"I take it the amnesia was not caused by a blow to the head." There were presidents; in his line of work there was one other likely answer. "He has something he doesn't want to remember, and he's out for revenge because of it." She was very solemn. "He was tortured; wasn't he." She wasn't questioning.
M looked at her with pain at the thought. "There is evidence of the fact; besides his condition. I'll arrange for you to see as much as possible before your flight. You'll leave tomorrow morning. Moneypenny is the best person to brief you on 007 himself; she has known him longer than I have, making her the logical choice.
Andraea could see this was going to be interesting. "Understood M; I best start acquainting myself with who 007 is."
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Bond entered the Sab Michelle; where he had last seen Jeanette. The booth was empty. There was hardly a soul around. So he decided to have a closer look; after six weeks he didn't expect to find anything. Then again one could never be to careful. A waiter came up behind him. "May I help you Misuser? We are not yet open for dinner."
Bond looked at him. "I just thought I saw something familiar."
The waiter saw his face, and recognized him. "Misure! You are not safe here."
"What do you mean?" This young man knew something.
"Come with me. I dare not speak in here." The waiter lead him through the back; to a trap door. The wine cellar; in back corner he made certain there was no one else in the room. "I remember you Misure. Over a month ago you were dinning with young Mamsel. The goons came in the back way; made threats. Forced me to put something in your food. They carried you both off. Please Missure do not be angry with me. I was given no choice."
"Don't worry. I have better plans; if you tell me what you know about the men that carried us off."
The waiter seamed a little more at ease. "I don't know much. They were Ulysses' men; They are called Set, Henawava, Loki, and I don't know the last one. They show there muscle here often. We are all afraid of them. They are evil, mean; they get away with much by intimidating."
"I see. Thank you for your help Mr..." This young man was in danger for giving him information, and Bond knew it.
"Bertram; my name is Bertram Frenno. You must leave Missure; before you are found here." Bertram made a gesture for Bond to wait. "I will make sure that it is safe." He went up the ladder; returning a few minutes latter. "Fallow me quickly; we'll take the back way. They must not find you. They will kill you if they do."
Bertram led him a safe distance from the restaurant. "Now you have more than made up for your part in my abduction. Thanks again Bertram; be careful." They went there separate ways.
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