REMEMBER ULYSSES
by Lyda Mae (RavenDove) Huff
Chapter Eight: Poised to Kill
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Ande held her hand over her eyes as she descended the stairs. That sedative had been a dose for a person at least sixty pounds heavier than she was. Felt like she had been on a drinking spree all night. (I am going to get even with that man if it kills me!) Which in his line of work; indeed it might.
"Mademoiselle Lamont; are you feeling alright?" Edmondo asked from the desk.
"I will be fine Edmondo." She walked to the desk. "I just had a bad night."
He looked down with a knowing gesture. "So I herd. Missure James; needed help to move you to your room. He didn't want you to think anything improper had happened."
"Speaking of Missure James; where is the scoundrel?"
"He checked out last night. Missure said something had come up, and he left you this." Edmondo pulled a small package from behind the desk; handing it to her.
She looked at it suspicious; than took it from him. "Thank you Edmondo." She walked over to a chair, and unwrapped it. It was a book; Shakespeare's 'As You Like It'. There was a folded paper marking a page. The passage she had quoted last night was high-lighted. She unfolded the paper, and read.
Dr. Andraea Lamont
The parts we play indeed Dr. I suggest you return to London with haste. Tell M I will return shortly. Regardless of orders. If Pantheon is not stopped by tonight; it won't matter if I return or not. If they launch Prosepheney; there won't be a safe place anywhere within fifty kilometers of any form of technology. All who are unaware of it's signal will be Ulysses' slaves. I am not about to let them get away with it.
007
She looked at the note in disbelief. She knew his psych profile. (I need to get a hold of M.) She stuffed the note in her pocket; taking the book in hand. She dashed out of the lobby; glad to be wearing jeans for a change. Even though she preferred skirts.
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Bond had been wondering the tunnels behind Annika for what seemed like hours. Finely the trio reached a spot near where Mouse had led him last night. They were headed for the room in which Bond had awoke the night before. (Something was wrong; he could feel it.) He drew his gun; Mouse, and Annika also seemed ill at ease. Mouse entered the room first; where the door was already open. There was a gunshot, but it was from a gun with a silencer.
Mouse hit the floor; shot through the heart. Bond pointed his gun at the opening, just in time, too hear a gun cocked in his ear.
"Good afternoon Commander." The voice of the one called Loki came from the doorway. The goon kicked at Mouse. "I suggest you give it up." He had his gun pointed at Annika; who was frozen in terror. Things could get nasty if you don't, and you shouldn't keep Ulysses waiting."
Bond handed his gun to the goon behind him. "So we meet again Loki. I hope your sense of humor has improved since last time.
Bacchus walked around to face him. "If I were you Commander; I'd be more careful what I say."
"Go easy on him Bacchus. Ulysses will have his way with them soon enough." Loki stepped forward; grabbing Annika. "He's been looking for the fortune teller, and her pet Mouse for some time now. She knows more than she should. Ulysses doesn't like that; he though she might help persuade her sister to talk."
Annika's tung loosened at this. "I would never help that madman."
"Who says you would have a choice?" Loki gestured to Bacchus to search Bond. After this was done the two goons began dragging Bond, and Annika to another part of the tunnels.
"And what exactly are Ulysses' plans for us?" Bond walked along making sure that Bacchus knew with every step it was against his will.
"Patients Commander; you should saver the time you have." Loki swaggered along dragging Annika.
"Pardon me if I'd rather know how much time I have left." Bacchus jabbed him in the back with his gun's muzzle. Bond winced at the sensation.
"If you must know; the two of you are going to be guests along with Ulysses' former lady. The three of you will be present at a celebration; making Prosepheney operational. Then; well I think you get the picture." He chuckled to himself.
"Yes; then Ulysses gets rid of all three." Bond's voice oozed disgust. "That's the trouble with megalomaniacs; they always need a grand spectacle."
Loki turned around, and backhanded him. "I suggest you be quiet Commander, or I may deny him the satisfaction of killing you himself." They walked on; Bond and Annika as if being marched to the gallows.
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Ande walked the streets; looking for a trace of 007. She had arranged some special aid. Knowing full well from this point on; the only way out was through Pantheon. Something she wasn't fool enough to try on her own. She checked behind the Sab Michael; hoping to find some goons to fallow. Bond was trying to stop them; so logic was that they could lead her to him. The car the goons had used yesterday; disposing of the waiter. She herd some one coming through the front of the restaurant. She hid in the kitchen; the place was deserted. Looking through the doors; she saw them. The goons had 007, and the Tarot reader. They were headed this way. No time to lose she ducked behind a counter; pulling two spikes from her left pants cuff. She poised herself for action, and whispered a little prayer in her heart.
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Bond and Annika were dragged through the Sab Michael. They had been led through sewers, and alleys. Now it was buildings; where next? The goons shoved them through the kitchen door. That's odd; not a soul around. After Bertram; maybe the staff had all quit. Bond felt them herd their two captives toward the back door. All of a sudden there was a faint whizzing sound. Bacchus, and Loki fell forward. Both he and Annika turned; stepping out of the way.
Ande stood there; poised to kill. Her lieth body covered from head to toe in black. Dressed to raid, and destroy. Bond looked at the two corpses on the floor; each had a metal spike in his back. Right through the heart. He stooped to retrieve his gun from Bacchus; shoving in the magazine he pointed it at Ande. Annika stood still; not sure what was going on.
Ande came forward; retrieving her spikes. "Stow it Commander; before you get us all killed." She wiped the spikes on the goons clothing, and re- sheathed them. "Fallow me quickly." She bade them do so with her hand. Down into the wine cellar, and through a door hidden behind a rack.
They were back in the tunnels. He pointed his gun at her again. "What is your game Dr.?"
She led on not paying heed. "Not quite sure where I fit are you."
"last night was M's idea wasn't it?" He stood waiting for an answer.
She turned to face him, and Annika. "Who else 007? Who else?" She leaned against a wall. "We've never been properly introduced. I'm Lieutenant Andraea Lamont, agent 015. I'd hold out my hand, but I doubt you'd be so chivalrous as the other night."
"I ask again; what is your game." He stepped toward her.
She stood back up; putting her hands in the air. "Well that's bloody typical. I save your precious neck, and you can't even take a chance to thank me." She glared at him seething.
"Oh! I'm sorry. Thank you Lieutenant." He gestured with his gun for her to answer his question.
"That's much better." She smiled at him sarcastically. "I got your note, and I can't go back to London. At least not if I want to get there alive. Pantheon knows I'm here. They can't risk what I might know." She paused a moment; he lowered his gun. Ande lowered her hands. "I think one of those goons back there saw me tailing you a Notre Dame." She walked towards him.
"The noise I herd; that was you wasn't it." He chuckled to himself.
She turned a little red; facing away. "I jumped when; well I didn't expect to see a corpse."
"No doubt." (She was new at this wasn't she.)
"Pardon emwo. What is going on here?" Annika looked confused from one to the other.
"I wasn't suppose to finish this mission. After I'd been missing, and was returned by U.S. intelligence. They considered me a security risk." He looked at the even more puzzled Annika.
"What dose this have to do with you Mademoiselle?" She faced Ande bewildered.
Ande gestured to Bond. "He ran away; to finish his mission against orders. I was sent after him. With orders of my own; to bring him back by any means necessary. Which means that since the only way out is through Pantheon." She paused looking at Bond.
"The only way to finish your mission; is to help me finish mine." He smiled at the thought.
Ande shook her head; leading them on. "Perhaps you will live up to your profile after all." It was a dig, and she had intended it as such.
"So you really are a doctor of Psychiatry." He burned her right back.
She was going to kill him if he didn't shut up. "Yes 007 I'm really a Dr., and if you aren't careful I'll tell M you are no longer fit for duty, when we finely get back to England. She'll easily believe you've gone stark raving mad." Victory!
Bond paused a moment. (This woman was pissed.) "Understood Dr., but if this is to be a Dr. patient relationship please do call me James."
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Chapter Eight: Poised to Kill
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Ande held her hand over her eyes as she descended the stairs. That sedative had been a dose for a person at least sixty pounds heavier than she was. Felt like she had been on a drinking spree all night. (I am going to get even with that man if it kills me!) Which in his line of work; indeed it might.
"Mademoiselle Lamont; are you feeling alright?" Edmondo asked from the desk.
"I will be fine Edmondo." She walked to the desk. "I just had a bad night."
He looked down with a knowing gesture. "So I herd. Missure James; needed help to move you to your room. He didn't want you to think anything improper had happened."
"Speaking of Missure James; where is the scoundrel?"
"He checked out last night. Missure said something had come up, and he left you this." Edmondo pulled a small package from behind the desk; handing it to her.
She looked at it suspicious; than took it from him. "Thank you Edmondo." She walked over to a chair, and unwrapped it. It was a book; Shakespeare's 'As You Like It'. There was a folded paper marking a page. The passage she had quoted last night was high-lighted. She unfolded the paper, and read.
Dr. Andraea Lamont
The parts we play indeed Dr. I suggest you return to London with haste. Tell M I will return shortly. Regardless of orders. If Pantheon is not stopped by tonight; it won't matter if I return or not. If they launch Prosepheney; there won't be a safe place anywhere within fifty kilometers of any form of technology. All who are unaware of it's signal will be Ulysses' slaves. I am not about to let them get away with it.
007
She looked at the note in disbelief. She knew his psych profile. (I need to get a hold of M.) She stuffed the note in her pocket; taking the book in hand. She dashed out of the lobby; glad to be wearing jeans for a change. Even though she preferred skirts.
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Bond had been wondering the tunnels behind Annika for what seemed like hours. Finely the trio reached a spot near where Mouse had led him last night. They were headed for the room in which Bond had awoke the night before. (Something was wrong; he could feel it.) He drew his gun; Mouse, and Annika also seemed ill at ease. Mouse entered the room first; where the door was already open. There was a gunshot, but it was from a gun with a silencer.
Mouse hit the floor; shot through the heart. Bond pointed his gun at the opening, just in time, too hear a gun cocked in his ear.
"Good afternoon Commander." The voice of the one called Loki came from the doorway. The goon kicked at Mouse. "I suggest you give it up." He had his gun pointed at Annika; who was frozen in terror. Things could get nasty if you don't, and you shouldn't keep Ulysses waiting."
Bond handed his gun to the goon behind him. "So we meet again Loki. I hope your sense of humor has improved since last time.
Bacchus walked around to face him. "If I were you Commander; I'd be more careful what I say."
"Go easy on him Bacchus. Ulysses will have his way with them soon enough." Loki stepped forward; grabbing Annika. "He's been looking for the fortune teller, and her pet Mouse for some time now. She knows more than she should. Ulysses doesn't like that; he though she might help persuade her sister to talk."
Annika's tung loosened at this. "I would never help that madman."
"Who says you would have a choice?" Loki gestured to Bacchus to search Bond. After this was done the two goons began dragging Bond, and Annika to another part of the tunnels.
"And what exactly are Ulysses' plans for us?" Bond walked along making sure that Bacchus knew with every step it was against his will.
"Patients Commander; you should saver the time you have." Loki swaggered along dragging Annika.
"Pardon me if I'd rather know how much time I have left." Bacchus jabbed him in the back with his gun's muzzle. Bond winced at the sensation.
"If you must know; the two of you are going to be guests along with Ulysses' former lady. The three of you will be present at a celebration; making Prosepheney operational. Then; well I think you get the picture." He chuckled to himself.
"Yes; then Ulysses gets rid of all three." Bond's voice oozed disgust. "That's the trouble with megalomaniacs; they always need a grand spectacle."
Loki turned around, and backhanded him. "I suggest you be quiet Commander, or I may deny him the satisfaction of killing you himself." They walked on; Bond and Annika as if being marched to the gallows.
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Ande walked the streets; looking for a trace of 007. She had arranged some special aid. Knowing full well from this point on; the only way out was through Pantheon. Something she wasn't fool enough to try on her own. She checked behind the Sab Michael; hoping to find some goons to fallow. Bond was trying to stop them; so logic was that they could lead her to him. The car the goons had used yesterday; disposing of the waiter. She herd some one coming through the front of the restaurant. She hid in the kitchen; the place was deserted. Looking through the doors; she saw them. The goons had 007, and the Tarot reader. They were headed this way. No time to lose she ducked behind a counter; pulling two spikes from her left pants cuff. She poised herself for action, and whispered a little prayer in her heart.
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Bond and Annika were dragged through the Sab Michael. They had been led through sewers, and alleys. Now it was buildings; where next? The goons shoved them through the kitchen door. That's odd; not a soul around. After Bertram; maybe the staff had all quit. Bond felt them herd their two captives toward the back door. All of a sudden there was a faint whizzing sound. Bacchus, and Loki fell forward. Both he and Annika turned; stepping out of the way.
Ande stood there; poised to kill. Her lieth body covered from head to toe in black. Dressed to raid, and destroy. Bond looked at the two corpses on the floor; each had a metal spike in his back. Right through the heart. He stooped to retrieve his gun from Bacchus; shoving in the magazine he pointed it at Ande. Annika stood still; not sure what was going on.
Ande came forward; retrieving her spikes. "Stow it Commander; before you get us all killed." She wiped the spikes on the goons clothing, and re- sheathed them. "Fallow me quickly." She bade them do so with her hand. Down into the wine cellar, and through a door hidden behind a rack.
They were back in the tunnels. He pointed his gun at her again. "What is your game Dr.?"
She led on not paying heed. "Not quite sure where I fit are you."
"last night was M's idea wasn't it?" He stood waiting for an answer.
She turned to face him, and Annika. "Who else 007? Who else?" She leaned against a wall. "We've never been properly introduced. I'm Lieutenant Andraea Lamont, agent 015. I'd hold out my hand, but I doubt you'd be so chivalrous as the other night."
"I ask again; what is your game." He stepped toward her.
She stood back up; putting her hands in the air. "Well that's bloody typical. I save your precious neck, and you can't even take a chance to thank me." She glared at him seething.
"Oh! I'm sorry. Thank you Lieutenant." He gestured with his gun for her to answer his question.
"That's much better." She smiled at him sarcastically. "I got your note, and I can't go back to London. At least not if I want to get there alive. Pantheon knows I'm here. They can't risk what I might know." She paused a moment; he lowered his gun. Ande lowered her hands. "I think one of those goons back there saw me tailing you a Notre Dame." She walked towards him.
"The noise I herd; that was you wasn't it." He chuckled to himself.
She turned a little red; facing away. "I jumped when; well I didn't expect to see a corpse."
"No doubt." (She was new at this wasn't she.)
"Pardon emwo. What is going on here?" Annika looked confused from one to the other.
"I wasn't suppose to finish this mission. After I'd been missing, and was returned by U.S. intelligence. They considered me a security risk." He looked at the even more puzzled Annika.
"What dose this have to do with you Mademoiselle?" She faced Ande bewildered.
Ande gestured to Bond. "He ran away; to finish his mission against orders. I was sent after him. With orders of my own; to bring him back by any means necessary. Which means that since the only way out is through Pantheon." She paused looking at Bond.
"The only way to finish your mission; is to help me finish mine." He smiled at the thought.
Ande shook her head; leading them on. "Perhaps you will live up to your profile after all." It was a dig, and she had intended it as such.
"So you really are a doctor of Psychiatry." He burned her right back.
She was going to kill him if he didn't shut up. "Yes 007 I'm really a Dr., and if you aren't careful I'll tell M you are no longer fit for duty, when we finely get back to England. She'll easily believe you've gone stark raving mad." Victory!
Bond paused a moment. (This woman was pissed.) "Understood Dr., but if this is to be a Dr. patient relationship please do call me James."
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