004 held her Glock steady. Her only chance was the chopper and given time, there would be more gunmen on the roof than pebbles on the beach. She considered the distanced needed to be covered, how many AC units between her and it and how many slugs she could hopefully sidestep.

Her arm, wounded in the initial firefight in Akbar's office, was giving her a great deal of grief. Gillian needed to get off this roof.

She tore at the side of her tight fitting skirt to allow for more movement and with a sigh and a boast of confidence, descended out among her predators. She fired off a couple of rounds, getting the man closest to her. She kept firing on the run as another gunman - a 9mm to the head - collapsed in a heap.

Gillian kept firing in their direction to prevent them from firing back as one of her last bullets hit the pilot as he was about to unload on her.

The chopper was already to go when she climbed in and grabbed the stick. The gunmen came out in the open, firing wildly but she managed to get it in the air. The hail of bullets impacted the fuselage, shattered glass of the cabin, missing her by a fraction of an inch.

Her means of escape suffered more than a few holes as black smoke started pouring out of the engine compartment. It became increasingly harder to pilot it and crashing into the street below was just not an option. As console lights flashed wildly, she yanked on the stick in an attempt to level her descent she managed a control spiral action, just missing a skyscraper and landed in a park nearby.

It would not be long before Akbar's men were here and as curious people looked on, she scrambled away from it hoping to lose herself among the pedestrians. Sirens could be heard in the distance, closing in.

She made sure she still had the disc. As the operation was compromised, whom could she trust in MI6's Jakarta station?

A car pulled up to the curb. "Get in!" The man yelled in English. When she hesitated, he added. "I'm on your side." He motioned behind him as police cars appeared in the traffic, almost here.

She climbed into the passenger side, putting the Glock to the man's side. "Who are you?"

"Felix Leiter, CIA. You mind putting that somewhere else." He pulled back into the street, feeling better now that her piece was not aimed at him. Glancing over at her as he drove, he noticed the blood. "Jesus, you've been hit."

"Just a flesh wound." She whispered, lying back in the seat.

He shook his head. "You got the disc? Yeah, I know, perhaps we should be cooperating more huh?" He pulled the wheel sharply to the left to pass around a decrepit bus.

She stared at him but did not answer.

"We'll have to get that arm tended to." He finally said. James was never this stubborn.

He pulled into the underground parking of the safe house and as the door closed, drowned out the sound of traffic. Felix helped her inside and sat her on the sofa. He went to get the first aid kit - a little more detailed than the average and returned, setting it down beside her. "Don't take this the wrong way but you'll have to take off your shirt."

Again, she simply stared at him before trying to pull off her jacket but it was rather painful to say the least. He tried to assist but she shrugged him off. She finally got the jacket off, unbuttoned her blouse but he had to help her gently peel the blood soaked sleeve off of her wound. With the blouse off of one side, Felix concentrated on her wound, averting his eyes from her bosom. He had to remember that0 Gillian was not only beautiful but deadly as well. He patched up her wound, the bullet having passed through and gave her a shot of antibiotics.

"This will do until we can get proper medical attention." He added. "There are some clothes in the back…"

She went into the bedroom and opened a closet. It contained an assortment of western style men and women clothing. As she slid out of the skirt, standing their in her bra and panties, she noticed the floor to ceiling mirror. Every scar was evident on her lean body. The wound today was just another example of extreme body piercing that she did not really need.

Gillian returned fully dressed, the Glock at the small of her back, concealed by a hip length leather jacket.

"You should really rest."

She tossed him the disc. "Let's find out what's on this."

He held the disc in his hand and shrugged. "Fine with me but don't complain if you start getting light headed." Felix went over to a laptop and inserted the disc. She stood behind him as the data was displayed on the screen.

"It's in some kind of code. The boys at Langley can decipher it." He turned around to look up at her. "No excuse to get some rest." He smiled, and then turned back to the keyboard. "I'll upload to them then we wait." He pressed the ENTER key, sending it encrypted, via satellite uplink.

"Maybe I'll have a rest - but wake me up as soon as you hear something." She insisted, no longer resisting her body's urge to just lie down.

He nodded and as she was walking back into the bedroom, he asked. "How is James doing?" It was an awkward moment before she responded.

"He's fine. You know James Bond?" She was not surprised, the veteran 00 operative seem to know just about everyone, especially the ladies.

"We've worked together in the past." He did not elaborate.

"Did one of those operations…" Unsure how to bring it up, she simply glanced at his leg, noticing that he limped slightly.

He followed her line of sight. "Oh, my leg." He withdrew a moment as he remembered the shark ripping at him, a painful memory but not as bad as the murder of his wife…All intertwined with one Franz Sanchez. With James' help, the bastard was dead. "Field work can be dangerous, as you know. Now get some rest." He did not want to think about Della, not now and did his best to give Gillian a reassuring smile.

She appeared to be sleeping when Felix entered the room, but the business end of her Glock was soon staring him down. Gillian sat up, placing the gun beside her. "Any news?"

"Not yet but our ride is ready if you're up to it." He was leaning against the wall.

"Yeah, let's go." She answered with a yawn.

Felix drove while it was still dark and headed toward the shoreline, away from populated areas. Waiting for them was a US Naval extraction team with an inflatable.

Less than thirty minutes later, Gillian and Felix found themselves in the bowels of the Los Angeles Class submarine USS Fort Wayne.

Ship's corpsman treated her wound more thoroughly with what his well-stocked Sickbay was so equipped for. After which, the CO, Lieutenant Commander Taylor, wished to see them on the Bridge.

"Feeling better Ma'am?" Taylor asked her, setting aside a clipboard.

"Yes, thank you."

"Chief Barnes is a first rate corpsman." Taylor turned to Felix. "We have an encrypted message for you."

The CIA agent read the message. "I guess we're going to Myanmar."

"With that bum leg, Felix? I'm going solo." Gillian responded, making it clear the matter was closed for discussion.