Chapter 2:

Bed of Lies

Dressed in only a navy blue bath robe the woman fiercely held the gun towards the bed, her face remained plastered with an attitude that reeked of reckless anger. She moved over to the dresser and picked of the phone, never taking her eyes off the bed which she still had the gun aimed at. For only a moment she looked away to dial the numbers and she waited for an answer.

"Yes, I have him." She snapped into the phone, her voice contradicted all of the angry confidence that was being exuded from her face. She nodded as someone surely answered on the other end of the phone call. She hung the phone up quickly and walked closer to the bed and removed the sheets.

"Do you mind?" Bond asked lazily, he looked, passed her the entire time, at the door, the gun in her hand was of concern but he could deal with her, even if he was minimally clothed. He shifted on the bed into a more comfortable position, and an easier way to see the door beyond her enormous pair of breast. She snapped closer to Bond and held the gun to his face.

"SHUT UP!" she demanded. Bond Shrugged his shoulders and picked up a box of cigarettes from the nightstand next to the bed, he looked through the drawers for his lighter he fumbled about through things, a bible of which, he looked back at the voluptuous woman.

"Amen" he said to himself. He continued going through the drawers.

"What are you doing…?" She demanded moving the gun closer. "Stop!" she yelled even louder she grabbed him and moved him back flat on the bed. Bond didn't fight back.

"Could I at least have my clothes…?" Bond asked aggravated. "…there's a bit of a draft in here." The woman looked around suspiciously, and then at Bond's pants that lay folded on the chair, she backed up to them and watched Bond intently, she patted the pants for any guns or gadgets he was known so much for, she felt nothing. She took a deep breath, she didn't trust him, but she wanted to give him his pants.

"You won't try anything?" She asked cautiously. Bond shrugged, he gestured at his barley clothed body.

"I think I've used up all my tricks a few minutes ago." He said. She threw the pants at him, and he caught them, he swung his legs over the side of the bed and put the pants on. "I don't suppose I could get my shirt." He asked.

"Just shut up and get in the bed." She snapped. Bond shrugged and stood up to stretch.

"I've heard that before." He said, he put his knee on the bed and had his back to her.

"Turn around!" She demanded. Bond flung around and threw the pillow at her and threw himself off the side of the bed, the woman shot and missed, and Bond got up quickly and wrestled with her for a moment and screamed harshly cursing him as he tore the gun from her grip and threw her on the bed. She spun on her back and glared at Bond.

"Bastard!" she spat at him, Bond shrugged.

"Just shut up and stay in the bed." He said plainly, Bond picked up his shirt and buttoned it and put on his gun strap and but on his jacket. As he put his last arm through the jacket there was a knock on the door. The woman looked as if she was going to scream but Bond motioned at the gun.

"Let them in." he ordered gesturing his head to he door. The woman got up and watched Bond, who in turn watched her, as she walked to the door. She gave him a look as she put her hand on the knob; Bond nodded at her and stood behind her, out of view from the people who would be in the doorway. She opened the door. There was a moment and as they began inside the room she screamed.

"Bond is loose!" Without any hesitation Bond pushed her down in front of the men violently and engaged the closes man with his drawn gun. Bond wasn't quick enough on the rebound after pushing the woman and the man got a clean punch on Bond sending his gun flying across the room. The two fought for a moment fist to fist, and Bond was too good for him, easily flipping him over and knocking him out. The other two men were inside the room quickly and Bond decided against going for his gun. The first man, who was the largest of the three, with a great big chest and very broad shoulders, threw his fist at Bond and landed it square in his chest, Bond groaned and fell back head over heels landing on the foot of the bed. The man pursued him and tossed his entire body at Bond, who quickly moved out of the way causing the man to land head first on the wooden bed post, quickly thinking Bond ducked as the smaller man swung a bat in his direction, for a second they just watched each other in silence. The man brought his bat down trying to hit Bond on his head but Bond was too fast and threw himself back, the bat landed on the man who was recovering from his head on collision with the bed and he instantly was knocked out. Bond bumped into the nightstand and it was a dead end, there was enough space to do much and the man wielding the bat was rushing towards him. Bond looked around for something to use and there wasn't much that would be of much use but there was a glass ashtray, without much thought Bond tossed it as hard as he could and the glass ashtray smashed and broke apart on the man's face. He fell like a rock to the ground and didn't move. Bond looked around, and saw his tie and hat on the char, he picked them up and went to the mirror and put them on. He walked over to the door and began to turn out the light but stopped.

"I'll leave the light on for you." He muttered as he closed the door. Bond walked over to the other side of the hallway and knocked on the door; a woman opened it and stared at him.

"Hello I'm terribly sorry to bother you but it seems that my phone is not working, do you mind if I use yours?" Bond asked, the woman watched him for a moment.

"No, come in." she said. Bond smiled and walked into her room which looked exactly like his, and went over to her phone he picked it up and dialed.

"Yes Universal exports please…" He waited. "…yes this is Bond, I've got the file I'll be in in about six hours…" he said. The woman came into sight with a bottle of champagne.

"Would you like a little champagne Mr.?" She started. Bond put his hand over the receiver.

"Bond…" he said. "…James Bond and yes I would enjoy that." The woman smiled.

"Good." She said, as she sat down onto the bed.

"…make that eight hours."

007

Moneypenny typed fiercely on her typewriter with simple ease, she reflectively pushed the typewriter back into position when it reached its end, within five minutes she was done and she picked the paper out of the typewriter and went into M's office and then returned as soon as the door opened, she watched the door as an arm stuck inside and a familiar hat flew through the air and landed perfectly on the coat rack, Bond stepped in a moment later and looked over to his left, his face showed surprised to see there was nothing there, so he turned to his right sitting there at her desk was Ms. Moneypenny her desk was completely covered in flowers and cards of different types.

"Redecorating Moneypenny?" Bond asked. Moneypenny sniffed one of her flowers.

"Just a tad bit…" she said playfully. "...trying to keep a little fun in this drab place." She finished. Bond leaned closer with his hand behind his back.

"Is the old monster dragging you down?" he whispered. Moneypenny raised an eyebrow.

"No, this young one is just being a tease." She said. Bond smiled at her.

"Well, I guess I should retire then." Bond started into M's office.

"James!" Moneypenny exclaimed. James turned back to her with a reassuring smile, he revealed his arm behind his back, and the box of chocolates.

"Now, now Moneypenny…" Bond cooed. "…did you really think I'd forget your birthday?" Bond blew a kiss at her.

"Stranger things have happened." Moneypenny said. Bond winked at her.

"In this profession everything is stranger" Bond said and then he walked into M's office.

M's office never changed, it was almost like a museum to Bond's eyes, and M was always sitting at his chair smoking his pipe. M was somewhat of the display of the museum. Bond stood in the center of the room as M penned something down on a piece of paper. Bond patiently waited as M continued to ignore him and write what he was writing; Bond kept his arms behind his back and watched him.

"Sit down 007." M finally said still looking at his paper. Bond nodded and obediently sat down at the desk. M looked at him from behind his spectacles and took them off.

"Sir." Bond said. M put the pen downed and watched Bond.

"The American government has come to us with a…" M fished around for a word. "…favor." M finished.

"A favor?" Bond asked.

"Yes, they had a C.I.A. agent down in the Caribbean for a few weeks and yesterday he turned up dead."

"A dead agent in the Caribbean…?" Bond asked. "…it seems we have this problem more often than not, perhaps we should stop sending agents there-" Bond started.

"Bond this is serious…" M barked. "…The Americans believe that a business that was once in their country is smuggling drugs in and out of the country, they did their investigation and this agent turned up dead, they feel as if they have been spotted and its no longer a reasonable option to send C.I.A. agents there. So they've asked us to send a man down there to pick up where this other man left off." M explained.

"What types of drugs?" Bond asked.

"That's the interesting part of this…"

"There's always an interesting part." Bond muttered. M ignored his comment.

"The Americans don't know what drug, or if there even is a drug for that matter, but they assure us that he is smuggling something into the country, the claim to have 'reliable source'." M explained.

"So the Americans want us to go on a wild goose chase for them?" Bond asked. M seemed frustrated and shifted into his chair.

"It seems like they do, but I do believe them to a degree…" M explained. "…this Julio Acosta has shipments from various Caribbean islands to New Mexico and then back all within the course of a day." M said.

"It doesn't sound that suspicious to me." Bond says, M seemed to snap.

"But it does to me 007…" M barked again and passed Bond a manila envelope. "…this is operation 'Hoax' and I'm sending you to do the investigation, you have a flight in about an hour to New Mexico where you will meet up with an old colleague from the American C.I.A. Moneypenny has your tickets, you may go 007." M dismissed and put his glasses back on. Bond stayed in the chair. "Is there a problem 007!" M asked aggravated.

"No sir." Bond stood up and walked out.

Moneypenny already had the ticket in her hand and waiting for Bond as he came out of M's office, dreamy eyed she looked at him.

"Back the Caribbean…?" Moneypenny asked, though she knew the answer already. "...they send you down there so often I think you should have a permanent residence down there." Moneypenny jested.

"Perhaps you would visit me sometime." Bond suggested.

"Yes and we could share a drink." Moneypenny daydreamed, Bond stood next to her cheek on cheek.

"On the patio." Bond offered softly.

"Under the palms trees." Moneypenny went on.

"Yes, listening to the crashing waves of the crystal blue sea." Bond offered some more as they reverie continued.

"and little James junior running around in the sand." Moneypenny said, with that Bond moved away and gave her a strange look.

"James Junior!" Bond asked surprised. Moneypenny nodded as if it were common knowledge.

"Well yes our little English bull dog…" Moneypenny mused. "…he'd have a shocking resemblance to you." Moneypenny continued. Bond chuckled.

"Now, now Moneypenny I wouldn't want to have to-" There was a loud click on the intercom on Moneypenny's desk.

"007 I said an hour not a day until your next flight…" M's grumpy voice said irritated. "…get cracking 007." The intercom clicked again. Bond gave a look of slight dissatisfaction.

"Moneypenny, M mentioned that I'd be meeting an old colleague from the C.I.A…." Bond explained. "..Who is it?" Moneypenny smiled.

"I won't spoil the surprise…" Moneypenny said. "…but let's just say they're out of this world." Bond gave her a look.

"Moneypenny, only you are 'out of this world'." Bond said.

"Too bad you'll never find out how." Moneypenny said, and with that and a smile Bond left MI6 office.