Based on 'James Bond' created by Ian Fleming
GILLIAN HAWKE - AGENT 004
A New World Order
Written by Spitfire
2.2004

Rated PG13

Jakarta, Indonesia

The elevator doors opened onto the 60th floor executive office suite. She instantly saw Akbar Wahid, the Indonesian tycoon with several of his less than civil associates. Tom Barker was also there.

As planned, Barker was to introduce her as a business partner who could get their merchandise in Britain without the hassles of Customs, even in this post-9-11 era of heightened security. She would ask for 10 million pounds for her part and Barker assured her Wahid would greedily accept her offer.

That was how it was suppose to happen.

"Hello Ms. Hawke, or should I just call you Agent 004 of MI6."

Gillian Hawke was momentarily surprised, glanced at Barker, who sheepishly smiled, a sign of his betrayal of country for cash. She wore a cream-colored suit with a tight short skirt. Holstered invertically on her inner thigh was a Glock 26, a subcompact with a full clip of 10-9mm rounds; a little more modern to her colleague's Walther PPK.

Gillian had replaced the previous 004 who had been murdered during a training exercise on Gibraltar. Now she wondered if this high rise would be her moment of glory before a slug stopped her cold.

She instantly reacted as the men reached into their coats, bringing down her heel on the man to her left and bringing up her fist to strike the fellow on the other side. She pulled out her Glock, avoiding the first adversarial shot that impacted one of the thugs that was beside her, who unfortunately for him was about to bring his heavier fist into her. She used him as a shield as she drilled two of the gunmen. Her shield was hit at least a half dozen times before someone grabbed a more potent weapon, a Skorpion submachine gun.

One of the last things she did was put a 9mm between the eyes of the traitor before ripping off her necklace, twisting one of the pearls and throwing it. The explosion hurtled the men back, knocking over furniture and blowing out the three large windows that gave a spectacular night view of the city of 11 million.

Her opposition was either dead or incapacitated but she did not get away completely unscathed. One of their slugs had got her in the arm. "Christ." She whispered, pulling herself up slowly. She used a tie from one of the downed men as a tourniquet then went over to Wahid, kicking away a gun the man had been reaching for. She used the butt of her Glock to knock him unconscious then rummaged through his pockets, finding the pass key.

She inserted the pass key into the digital safe that was now partially exposed because of the explosion and took out the microchip.

Though the pearls from Q Branch had eliminated the enemy's ability to fight, it also alerted others who were now coming up the elevator. She picked up the discarded Skorpion and fired when the first guards appeared, all dropping to the floor before putting their own guns in use. Gillian then stepped into the elevator. She had little choice as it was the only exit from Wahid's office.

It instantly headed for the lobby where she suspected the complex's security force was waiting. She used the small laser in her Rolex to cut open the lock of the maintenance cover, revealing the inner circuitry. She then began rerouting some wires, allowing her to control the elevator and pressed for the roof where Wahid's helipad was located.

Gillian stepped out onto the roof and activated her homing beacon, another feature on her watch.

She wasn't alone. Wahid must have planned to leave for one of his men, including the pilot, were near the helicopter. The gunman fired a shot first, narrowly getting her, as she jumped behind an air-conditioning unit, then he ordered the pilot to request back up.

004 peered over, the hum of the air-conditioning unit masking his movements from her. He noticed and fired, drilling a hole in the unit near her head. He then approached cautiously as more gunmen rushed onto the roof.