Chapter Six.

Hotel Issues #1

The second Bond was in the door he noticed a man patrolling around, the man didn't worry him at all but instead it was the MP5KA4 9 x 19 mm at his side that worried Bond. Bond wasn't exactly sure why hotel secruity would be so well equiped, as far as Bond knew no one knew he was in the country yet except the C.I.A. and MI6, so perhaps this secruity was worried about something else, but then again there was the mole, he realized that this was going to be harder than he thought. Quietly Bond snuck around staying behind the man who was walking away from him, Bond took in all his surroundings, he knew if there was one guard with a semi automatic weapon there could very well be one hundred. To his right there was stairwell that spiraled up one flight and lead to a balcony that went over to the left and into another area of the hotel. Under the balcony, on the first floor, there was the receptionist desk and to the left of that was an underpass to the other part of the hotel. Bond creeped behind the man keeping his eye out for any other guards and when he was close enough he grabbed the man and slammed him against the wall, the man fell to the ground as if he had no bones and collapsed, Bond took the body and he put it into a closet close by. Quickly Bond made his way to the receptionist desk and looked at the check in/out book. Immedietly he noticed that there were eleven people had checked in and out and one had not, that made twelve people in all togeher which meant the hotel was only holding the stock car racers, the majority had checked out too, and judging from their planned returning times, which all were blank, they weren't coming back. Steps got Bond attention and he put himself flat on the floor behind the desk, when he was on the floor he realized he wasn't alone, next to him was the dead receptionist. Bond couldn't piece together what was going here, why would they kill the receptionist if they worked at the hotel? Maybe they didn't shoot him? Maybe someone came in here and killed the recptionist without them knowing? Bond quickly threw away that idea becasuse the amount bullet wounds were consitant with the type of gun he saw the guard carrying. The guard walked passed the desk and grunted a bit and walk in the direction away from Bond. Silently Bond got up and put the man into the sleeper hold pressing his right arm around the guards neck and pressing his bicep against one side of the guards neck and the inner bone of the forearm against the other side. For a moment the guard flung his arms around but within seconds he was subdued and laying next to the dead receptionist. Bond looked at the receptionist book and saw the remaining racer was in a room upstairs. Bond coverlty went back to the staircase but when he got there a guard that was patrolling was there. Bond frowned and went back to the desk and into the dining area that was beyond the receptionist desk, he looked around and saw that there were more guards patrolling the upper area, he sighed, Bond hid under the left side of the second floor, Bond checked the doors and one of them opened. Quietly Bond stepped inside and looked around, the rooms, at least some of them, seemed to be connected. Bond walked over to a door and knocked twice. There was no answer and he opened it, from within that room he went to the main entrance and checked where the guards were. They all seemed to be on the other side, Quickly he ran out the room and began to climb on top of a marble statue that was aligned with the wall, he kept his eye opened for the guards and they were completely clueless to what was happening, Bond threw himself over the railing and landed on the ground without incident, before the guard came back Bond tried to find safe haven in the nearest room, but it was locked. Bond looked around trying to find a room that might be unlocked, Bond heard something and across the hall. A guard. Bond ran to another door and turned the knob, it was locked too. The Guard turned the corner but didn't see Bond, Bond threw himself over the railing and held on so when the guard looked over Bond wasn't visible. Bond hung there uncomfortably for what seemed to be ten minutes as the man slowly walked over, the man walked right next to Bond and looked around as Bond hung suspended next to him, as the man slowly moved away another man appeared on the first floor and was in plain sight of Bond, alarmed that if the man bothered to look up he would see him, Bond flung his body back over the railing in absolute silence standing right behind the man he took a step towards the door, hoping he could get to a little niche between the rooms where a piece of pottery was laid, it was evident that Bond wasn't going to make it to the niche without the man noticing his movements, So Bond took off his jacket and placed it on the rail and ducked into the niche, and as Bond suspected the man turned around, but instead going towards the niche the man was drawn to Bond's jacket. The man picked it up and had his back towards Bond, that was all Bond needed, he threw himself forward and grabbed the man and pulled him back towards the niche, Bond took the man's head and pounded it against the wall as hard as he could, making a dull thud, the man still fought back a little and Bond did it again and again until the man went limp. Bond laid the man in the niche and took off his jacket; he then turned his back to the railing and backed up sitting down on it.

"What's going on up there!" the man on the first floor asked, Bond waved his hand for the man to go away, the man watched Bond, but since he was in the other man jacket and not facing the man, he could tell the difference, so he grunted and went back to patrolling, Bond stepped off the rail and put his own jacket back on and laid the other on the man's body. Bond looked at the nearest room door, judging by how the numbers were going; the racer's room was the room in the left corner just on the other side. Bond looked around, he didn't see anyone, but he did pull out his gun, and went across, he went to the door and went to turn the knob when he smelled something. Smelled like a cigarette, Bond hadn't seen any of the other guards smoking so it meant there was someone beyond the door smoking, so someone was standing right next to the door. In that case, Bond knocked.

"Who's there?" A gruff voice answered on the other end, Bond said nothing and waited, the man didn't open the door so he knocked again, again the man asked who was there and Bond said nothing, and knocked, he heard on the other side that the man had grabbed the knob, so Bond put his back against the wall. The door opened, and the guard poked his head out, without wasting any time Bond pistol whipped the man and when the guard fell to the floor he hit him one more time over the head. To Bond's surprise the door opened up to a little path, and on the end of the path was another door, that must have been the room. Bond dragged the body into the path and closed the door and continued to the other door. Bond put his ear to the door and listened, all he could hear was whistling. Bond knocked.

"Who is it?" A less gruff voice answered. Bond looked around again.

"Security." He answered simply, Bond could hear a slight hesitation on the other side of the door but then he heard the door open. The last racer looked nothing like Bond; he was short and stocky with bland features and a nose that seemed to go on. Bond offered a professional smile.

"Is there a problem?" The man asked. Bond shook his head.

"You're very late for the reception; I've come to make sure you're on your way." Bond answered. The man nodded understandably.

"I'm sorry about the wait; I'm trying to make sure that I have everything in order." The man stepped into the room and went over things; bond stepped in too cautiously and closed the door behind him.

"It all right…" Bond took out his gun, and walked over to the man who was going through his closet, Bond put the gun directly on his back. "..Don't move. Bond ordered. The man reflectively put his hands up.

"Don't kill me." He whispered, Bond smiled, behind the man's back.

"Then do what I say…" Bond ordered. The man nodded.

"Anything." The man agreed.

"…turn around..." The man began to turn around. "…slowly!" Bond snapped, the man slowed down considerably until he was facing Bond. The man looked terrified and Bond kept his stone glare.

"Who are you?" The man asked. Bond push the gun into the man's gut.

"I ask the questions…" Bond forcefully demanded. "…now, what do you know about Julio Acosta?" Bond asked. The man fumbled around for a moment,

" He's a stock car fanatic…" The racer said. "…he loves them once a year he-"

"Tell me something else, what businesses is he in?" Bond asked, the man again thought fumbling over words.

"I know he went to medical school but dropped out and then went to school for botany." The man said. Bond looked puzzled. Botany? He thought.

"What does he do now?" Bond asked. The man looked genuinely confused at this.

"I'm not entirely sure, something with some kind of food." The man answered. Bond looked passed the man and pushed him into the closet, he then took his racing outfit off the rack.

"Give me your wallet..." Bond ordered, the man went through his pockets and Bond trusted that he wouldn't try anything, the man pulled out his wallet, Bond took it and went through it and took out all his pictures I.D.s and put them in his pocket.

"…now I want you to sit down and listen…" Bond took out a pen and pressed it down the top so the point came out. "…this is a highly explosive bomb, if you speak to loud or even move too much it'll go off." Bond said.

"What?" the man asked concerned.

"Just be very still and very quiet until someone comes for you." Bond said, the man looked terrified, Bond smiled and closed the door. After closing the door he held it shut with a nearby chair and looked out the window, it wasn't a far jump o the ground, and there was a balcony there too, so he opened the window and jumped on the balcony and then to the ground. He smoothed out his jacket and went back to the car where Goodhead was anxiously waiting; he stepped in and told her to drive.

"What did you do James?" she asked surprised. Bond put the racing outfit in the back.

"I got a new change of clothes, it was simple exchange…" Bond said. "… I need you to take the suit and these I.D.s to Q and tell him to make a suit that'll fit me in the exact same design and to make the I.D.s with my picture on it, I need them for tomorrow." Bond said, Goodhead nodded her head.

"You're late James…"Goodhead said, Bond looked at his watch and frowned.

"How far is the meeting place?" Bond asked, Good head shook her head and pointed.

"Not far, you can see it from here, we'll be there in no time." Goodhead explained.

"Good ,lets hope I can get some information from her."