Chapter Eight
An Afternoon of Pure Madness.
The next day didn't prove to be any quieter than the previous; Bond woke up in his hotel room with a call from M.
"Q is sure he can identify where the Bomb came from, from what was left of it." M explained. Bond rolled over in his bed and then sat up.
"Go on." Bond said, there was a click on the phone that he was sure M had missed, but I meant Moneypenny was listening.
"I'm afraid it complicates matters more…" M stated. "…Q insists that the bomb has the characteristics of a bomb created by a man named Petrovski." M explained.
"Do we have anything on him?" Bond asked.
"Yes, he's notorious, builds bombs for the super rich terrorist, however he doesn't operate alone." M said.
"What do you mean?" Bond asked.
"Usually the person asking for the bombs needs more than one at different times so he usually stays in the company of the person he's working for. M explained.
"Acosta." Bond said.
"Exactly, we believe that Petrovski is staying on Acosta's estate, we want you to try and get information out of him when you win the stock car race today. You are to use extreme caution you mustn't let Acosta know that you are apart of the investigation." M said.
"I see." Bond answered.
"Do you want to report what the contact relayed?" M asked. Bond frowned he knew that Paris' information the night before wouldn't be enough for M.
"I rather not say, until I can confirm most of it…" Bond lied. "…you'll know what's true what's not when I do." Bond said, M grunted.
"Get cracking Bond…" M said. "…and good luck."
Bond hung up the phone and got out of the bed and got dressed, he decided he would have to skip breakfast and find Goodhead before heading out, she had all the things he needed. As Bond opened the door Goodhead was knocking.
"Good morning James." She greeted. Bond smiled and invited her inside.
"Good morning Ms. Goodhead…" Bond responded. "…how was your night?" Bond asked.
"Uneventful…" Goodhead confessed. "…what about you, did you manage to get any information from the contact?" Goodhead asked.
"Nothing of importance for now." Bond said trying to shake off the subject.
"Did M tell you about Petrovski?" Goodhead asked.
"Yes, he wants me to question him." Bond said.
"Here's here!" Goodhead asked.
"There's a possibility." Bond answered shortly.
"Seems careless of Acosta, if he knows he's being investigated why would he have him here with him?" Goodhead asked.
"Well you can be certain that he'll be under tight security…" Bond sighed. "…do you have those items from Q?" Bond asked. Good head nodded and she pulled an Attaché case from seemingly nowhere.
"Yeas I do…"she went inside and pulled out several laminated cards. "…the suit is in my car, I'll be taking you to the race." Goodhead explained, Bond smiled.
"How, kind a chaperon." Bond said. Good head ignored his comment.
"Q also wanted me to give you this…" She handed him a small device in the shape of an eardrum. "..its a communicator, it allows you to speak directly to M on a frequency." Goodhead explained.
"Why would I need this..?" Bond asked. "…I talk to M enough." Bond mumbled.
"Well just in case, Q said he hadn't field tested it…" Bond began to put the communicator in his ear. "…but he says he's upgraded it from the prototypes, he's got the exploding bug out." Bond quickly took the device out of his ear.
"To hell with that." Bond said. Goodhead smirked.
"I'm sure it's perfectly safe, you may want to use his when investigating Acosta." Goodhead explained. Bond nodded.
"How long until the race?" Bond asked, Goodhead got up and picked up here attaché case with her.
"Not long at all, we should get going." She said, Bond wasted no time and left.
Acosta's estate was far larger than Bond had seen the day before, when the Goodhead's car entered the gate Bond realized that the estate took up the rest of the city from there on, it was even a somewhat astonishing to Bond, the building that he 'lived in' was bigger than the three hotels and restaurant he had visited the previous day, it was in fact much larger. Acosta's estate boasted six Olympic size pools, a tennis court, a shooting range and an aquarium bigger than most in surrounding cities amongst other things. Bond knew that it was too huge to investigate the entire thing in one day. The race was going to be held in his country side which was converted into an unpaved short track, the track wasn't even a small fraction of the rest of Acosta's estate, and Bond would take the opportunity to check out what he could as he raced. Bond took note of the other racers none of them looked familiar but Bond felt that at least one of them wasn't a racer and was here to ensure that Bond didn't finish the race in first place, or finish it at all. Bond could see Gonzales already in his suit walking around and conversing, at the gate Bond stepped out of the car and Morales was there.
"It's good to see you Mr. Bond; you'll be pleased to know everything is in order." Morales explained, Bond nodded looking beyond Morales.
"Good…" Bond answered. "…is there a place I can change?" Bond asked. Morales nodded, he pointed into Acosta's estate.
"There's a restroom in there you can change in, all you need is your racers I.D." Morales explained, Bond thanked him before Morales wish him luck and safety and they parted ways. At the front door, a large bodyguard who looked triple Bond's size promptly asked for Bond's I.D., Bond handed it over and the man inspected it, he looked at the I.D. then at Bond and back at the I.D. He grunted and let Bond by. Bond took the time and looked at the name and memorized it. Bond looked around the inside, it was strangely quiet and he felt something was up, he turned the corners quietly and searched the walls for cracks, hidden passages, different things, he found nothing as he searched around. These were the type of people that got to Bond the most, Bond was sure that Acosta was hiding something but he couldn't find anything. It was more than likely that Acosta was snide and confident, always a pain in the ass. Bond snooped around more listening at doors, checking ventilation shafts, abandoned corridors, everything he thought would seem suspicious or possibly have a double purpose, but he found nothing initially, Bond found the restroom and changed into the stock car racer's outfit, he put his normal suit and bow tie in the plastic covering and began back to the car, however when he was going back he found a picture that seemed suspicious, he looked at the picture up and down and placed his ear to eat and heard what he perceived to be machinery, Bond put his hands behind the picture and just as the picture began to move a guard turned the corner, Bond put the picture back and quickly made his way back outside. Outside the racers were doing their final pleasantries before the race, Bond joined in briefly pretending that he knew people and sparking up slight conversations, before he knew it the race was beginning. Bond looked at all the racers again he took note and then he got into the car.
"Remember that it's imperative that you win this race Bond." M said, Bond looked around for a moment before recalling the communicator in his ear, Bond looked around his car, he hadn't officially done stock car racing before but he figured that he knew that mechanics of it.
"Don't worry sir; this should be a piece of cake." Bond said. The roar of the engines came up and Bond started his car, the suspense of the cars just waiting to go was building up, second after second Bond was ready to accelerate and tear down the track. The race lights stayed on red, In his mind Paris appeared, she was beautiful, she was sophisticated, and like all of Bond's women had no clue on what was happening around her, but there was something about her that made her different, from someone like Goodhead, she was just so much more…helpless.
The red light went to the middle red light, Bond gripped the steering wheel and waited, then it went to yellow, the roar of the cars got louder more vicious, this was already different from racing in a normal car, the competition was very real, it was all a fight…
Green.
Bond's car darted out and almost fishtailed immediately, he was luck enough to pull the car back into position and raced down the track, the other cars were so close to him Bond couldn't see the track, he had to for now just follow the leading cars. The dirt kicked up intensely and the ground under Bond shook as if the earth was opening up under him, the steering wheel jerked around as if on its own wheel. Bond was instantly frustrated, he didn't realize it was this chaotic, not that he wasn't used to chaos but this was so fast and it was so important that he win, Bond was worried, but there wasn't a doubt in his mind that he would lose.
The track winded around the beach for a good while, there were no bars so the track became a cliff at this point, and aside from the obvious drop off it was impossible to tell the track from off road, and the debris around the track was easily kicked up onto the track causing Bond's car to jerk around without much he could do to control it, his eyes darted from side to side trying to find a gap in the other racers, but he couldn't see anything, all there was was dirt and the cars were jammed together, Bond looked into his rear view mirror to see the cars behind him, but to his surprise there was no one behind him, he was in last place, completely aggravated, he pressed the brake and fell back a bit and then accelerated again, with his distance from the other cars Bond could clearly see a way beyond the cars, he sped up to that point but another car quickly closed in his space, so Bond did the only thing he thought he could do, he smashed into the car. The car shook and swerved a bit but didn't fall off track, so Bond did it again, this time when the car swerved it his the car beside it and the two cars trying to avoid each other ended up falling behind, Bond quickly moved into the spot and served his car left and hit the car next to him.
"What the hell are you doing James?" Gonzales' voice shouted in Bond's ear, Bond pulled off from the car.
"Sorry…" Bond responded. "…I thought M was on this line." Bond asked.
"We're using a universal frequency right now." M answered calmly. Bond swerved the car to the right seeing that the cars up ahead were making a right turn, Bond's car fishtailed a bit again and he had to fight to gain control of his out of control car and he gritted his teeth doing it.
"Damn…!" Bond spat. "…this is ridiculous!" Bond complained.
"It's not your average racing…." Gonzales understated, as he turned the corner. "…you are not doing badly for a beginner Mr. Bond." Gonzales praised, bond thought for a moment waiting for the chaos to subside a bit.
"Thank you..." Bond groaned. "…I've had some practice." Bond finished.
The trees abruptly closed in on the track and it became a narrow pathway and only the cars could only race one behind another.
"Acosta's watching the entire race?" Bond asked.
"Yes sir." Gonzales answered.
"Then I guess I shouldn't do anything tricky…" Bond said."…I'm not supposed to draw attention to myself." Bond said. M's grumpy voiced groaned in his ear.
"Bond you are to do anything you need to win that damn race!" M answered, Bond nodded.
"You said it not me M." Bond said. The narrow road started to widen out and the trees were rarifying quickly, Bond watched for some type of pattern in the trees, he couldn't make out one, but he felt there was no other choice.
Bond swung his car into the trees and maneuvered as best as he could, in fact he found it easier maneuvering on the grass than on the dirt path, he kept the car around the trees in his makeshift shortcut. The branches slapped and beat against the car violently; Bond occasionally ducked his head in reflex. Up ahead he could see the dirt road, so he accelerated.
"Mr. Bond I'm going to pull into second place and try to keep the other racers behind you." Gonzales suggested, bond nodded in his car.
"That sounds like a good idea, I'm about to pull back on the road." Bond announced, he tore back onto the dirt road and spun around chaotically as he struggled for control of the car and when he regained it he continued tearing down the track. Bond looked into his rearview mirror and saw a car gaining on him.
"Is that you in car twenty-two?" Bond asked.
"Yes Mr. Bond." Gonzales answered.
The cars came around the first lap, with Bond leading and Gonzales close behind him, the other racer very close to Gonzales, Bond looked around he recognized the track now no surprises, the beach would be coming up soon, he looked in the rear view mirror.
"Gonzales watch your tail number nineteen is coming up close." Bond warned, he instantly had a bad feeling about number nineteen, when he looked into the mirror again he saw number nineteen careen into Gonzales' car. Bond saw the car spin and swerve and the other cars desperately try to avoid crashing into him.
"SHIT!" Gonzales yelled. Bond alternated his eyes from the rear view mirror to the road.
"Gonzales!" Bond yelled, he turned the car around the corner, static filled his ears for a moment.
"Yes Mr. Bond I'm alright." Gonzales answered, Bond sighed in relief, and he looked into the rearview mirror and saw car number nineteen heading his way.
"M is Goodhead on this frequency?" Bond asked. There was pause.
"She should be." M answered.
"Goodhead, come in…" Bond said urgently. "…I repeat Goodhead come in." There was a long silence and the only thing Bond could hear was the sound of his car and number nineteen coming up on him. The other car moved with a pace that seemed dangerous Bond could tell this racer was doing his best to stop Bond.
"Go ahead James." Goodhead called over the cheering in the main section of the estate.
"I need you to look up the information on driver nineteen." Bond said, Goodhead said something to someone else and then she came back to James.
"One moment." Goodhead said.
Car number nineteen came up right next to Bond and then careened into his side with terrible force, Bond kept his car on the track and tried to see the driver in the car as he went to slam against him again, Bond this time did the same and the two cars slammed against one another. For a moment Bond's car lifted off the ground and came back down with a loud thud,
"I think someone is trying to kill me M." Bond said.
"What else is new 007?" M answered sarcastically.
"James…?" Goodhead called.
"Yes Goodhead, who is he?" Bond asked as the cars slammed against each other again.
"There is no racer for car nineteen registered." Goodhead explained.
"How abnormal is that Gonzales?" Bond asked.
"Very…" Gonzales answered. "…all racers have to be registered." Bond groaned. The road became a narrow path again, and Bond managed to pull ahead of car nineteen; however that didn't stop the driver from pounding the back of his car. Bond hit his brake softly and the car stopped for a moment causing car nineteen to swerve out the way and almost into the trees, but the racer caught himself and was back onto the road, Bond missed the shortcut he had taken in the previous lap and had to continue on the narrow path that twisted right causing the track to lift off the road a little.
"Mr. Bond…?" Gonzales called.
"Go ahead." Bond answered.
"…I'm trying to tail car number nineteen, can you stall him a bit." Gonzales asked.
"I'll try." As bond said that car nineteen smashed into his car again and Bond lost control his car spun around and all he could see was nineteen take the lead.
"Bond, you must regain the lead!" M yelled.
"Mr. Bond another car is gaining on you!" Gonzales yelled. Bond was trying to steer his car forward and then accelerate to gain on the car in the lead but his car continued to spin in a dizzying fury, and as it spun he heard a sound he didn't want to hear. Another car passed him, Bond slammed his foot on the brake and the car screeched in retaliation, and finally stopped. Bond put the car in reverse and piloted the car in the right direction and then sped forward, in his rearview mirror he saw Gonzales catching up with him, Bond accelerated as fast as he could and so did Gonzales. Finally the narrow way gave up space and Bond forcefully pulled his car forward. In front of him the second car to pass him, which was car number eight, battling to get in front of car nineteen, in a matter of seconds car number eight was in first place and nineteen was blocking Bond from passing.
The three cars entered the last lap in the same order, Bond couldn't get past nineteen every turn he made nineteen made a second later and eventually braked kicking up so much dirt that he couldn't see anything, but Bond had been paying attention to the track and knew to pull left and ended up side by side with car number nineteen. Again the car pounded into Bond's side, but this time it was even more dangerous, Bond was dangerously close to falling off the edge of the track and onto the beach. Bond did all he could to stay on track but then he had an idea.
"How imperative is that this racer not be harmed M?" Bond asked.
"It's not at all…" M answered. "…so long as you don't make it obvious that what you're doing is intentional." M answered quickly as if he anticipated the question. Bond swerved his car into the other and the battle back and forwards that way, Bond knew that once they reached the narrow way that there would be little he could do to stop car nineteen and even less he could do to catch up to the car in the lead. Bond pulled away from the car and waited for the car to swerve in his direction, the road was going back to the narrow way and he knew there was precious little time. Car nineteen darted towards Bond and Bond quickly slammed his foot on the brake and his car heinously, fell backwards and car nineteen drove right off the edge of the track.
"Good god Bond..!" M yelled. "…I didn't say you could kill him!" M continued.
"I wasn't aware you could see what's was going on." Bond said.
"I'm feeding him an image." Goodhead explained.
"Goodhead, is there a boardwalk on the beach that leads back to Acosta's estate?" Bond asked.
"Yes there is." Goodhead answered.
"Good." Bond answered and without any other thought he drove off the track as well.
"Good god 007!" M yelled.
"James!" Goodhead called with fear.
"Mr. Bond!" Gonzales screamed.
The car crashed down towards the beach, violently hitting the rocks and such that littered the non path, Bond clutched the steering wheel trying to keep his body from jerking out of place as he fell towards the sand. The entire fall was less than fifteen seconds, but felt like hours and when he hit the sand he didn't take a moment to get his bearing together, he just accelerated. The sand didn't make any better road then the dirt but luckily for Bond it didn't make any worse road, he drove along the beach without interference.
"What the hell are you doing Bond?" M yelled, Bond was beginning to regret Q's newest device.
"I'm turning this race into a walk on the beach." Bond said, he crazily drove on the beach without hesitation, suddenly a problem arose.
"Goodhead?" Bond called.
"Yes?" Goodhead.
"Does the boardwalk lead back to the road?" Bond asked. Bond could hear Goodhead moving around, trying to find a way to know. After a long moment she came back.
"I don't know…" Bond Goodhead. "…but I do know that the track goes around Acosta's estate so it would only make sense for the boardwalk to at one point lead to the track." Goodhead concluded. Bond frowned.
"I hope so." He mumbled to himself, in front of him the boardwalk suddenly appeared, bond made a quick left turn, leading up to the boardwalk was a wooden ramp, instantly Bond concluded that there was little chance that the rickety looking ramp could deal with the weight of the car. But he didn't another choice so he drove as quickly as he could up the ramp, indeed the ramp creaked and made all types of unstable sounds, Bond focused only on the distance from where he was and the actual boardwalk. He managed to get up on the boardwalk and drove right, he estimated where the track would be, remembering which way he went, plus to his right there were trees which probably meant that the track must have been that way, he drove and as e did he took the time to be impressed with the amount of space Acosta had, the boardwalk was huge in fact it seemed to take up the entire coast line, there were shops and buildings that ornamented the boardwalk and Bond had no doubt that Acosta owned them all. In the distance Bond was sure he could hear the cars on the track, as far as he could see, there was a pathway behind the shops, so he pulled behind them and to his surprise there was the track, however he couldn't get to it, there were too many trees in the way, up ahead the path was gone, a slab of concrete, but there was also an incline right before it, Bond didn't want to assume the risk of slowing down, so he had to be exactly right on the timing of his next left turn onto the incline, Bond knew that this was the end of race, everything was depending on making this turn at the right time, he usually didn't count down or try and do math equations to figure out distance and time, wind calculations to determine when exactly he should turn, Bond just did it, it was matter of do or don't. Bond made the turn and the car lifted up on the incline and shot through the air, it went over a small patch of dirt and then the car landed with a terrible crash and Bond swerved into the right position and kept going, he looked into the rearview mirror and saw a car behind him and behind that car was Gonzales.
"Welcome back Mr. Bond…." Gonzales said. Up ahead Bond could see the finish line, within seconds he had passed it.
"…and congratulations." Gonzales finished.
"Thank you…" Bond said. "…I've won a lunch with the mystery man."
007
Winning the race was only the beginning, Bond now had to change and get ready to meet Julio Acosta, M hadn't given him the authority to question Acosta out right, he still had to remain under cover and get whatever information out of Acosta that he could without being revealed. Bond would have to start with the basics and draw some conclusions to what he could be doing. Number one was finding out what Acosta had his hands in, what business did he own? What businesses did he help finance? Imports? Exports? Powerful people he associated with, anything that could link him to Petrovski, getting him to admit he was in the Caribbean when the C.I.A. agent was killed, and the hardest was to get him to admit his political beliefs, Bond's disguise as a race car driver didn't lend much to prying into Acosta's private life and beliefs.
Bond accepted congratulations briefly before disappearing and changing into a suit, when he came back there was a crowd gathered in the main area, Bond approached Goodhead and Morales.
"It's Acosta, he came out looking for you Mr. Lind." Goodhead explained, Morales looked around.
"Where did Gonzales go?" He asked.
"Back to the hotel, I think he went to contact Leiter." Bond explained, he walked by Morales and into the crowd. When Bond penetrated the outer layer of people a hush came over them standing in the center was a man, very light skinned, dark eye bowed and sporting a classy haircut was who Bond assumed to be Julio Acosta. The man walked up to Bond with a smile and shook hands with him.
"Congratulations Mr. Lind…" The man said. "…My estate has never seen such driving before." Acosta continued.
"Anything to win Mr. Acosta." Bond said, Julio smiled a large smiled and looked around at the people watching, there was a momentary silence and then they began to laugh.
"Please Mr. Lind call me Julio…" Acosta said graciously. "…as a fellow racer I must say a driver of your caliber deserves only the most respect." Acosta continued.
"Well thank you it was nothing…" Bond said. "…How's the racer in car nineteen?" Bond asked, for a moment Acosta's face became very serious, a great disappointment glazed his eyes and as soon as it came it was gone.
"I'm sure he'll be dealt with in the best possible fashion." Acosta answered, he smiled again and gestured to the entrance of his estate.
"Good." Bond answered.
"Now come in join me for lunch."
It was entirely possible that Acosta's estate was larger on the inside than it was on the outside, somehow Bond had managed to overlook the series of turns and doorways that lead to the main eating area. The room was large and had a relatively large table, most likely used to entertain many guess, to Bond's surprise there was no one joining the two of them for lunch it was just Acosta and Bond.
"So tell me Mr. Lind, what got you into racing?" Acosta asked.
"Nothing really, I just wanted a hobby." Bond answered. Acosta chuckled a bit.
"Mr. Lind when people want a hobby, they start stamp collecting, stock car racing is something else." Acosta said, Bond nodded.
"Sometimes you want to be faster than you own life." Bond answered, Acosta smiled as if he anticipated the answer.
"Are you saying you live a fast life Mr. Lind?" Acosta asked, Bond shook his head after sipping a bit of wine.
"No, but if my life were ever to speed up I could be sure that I would be ahead of it." Bond answered. Acosta took a bite of food.
"So Mr. Lind…" Acosta started. "…How do you feel?" Acosta asked.
"Relieved…" Bond answered. "…that race was particularly dangerous." Bond added.
"I take it you noticed the change in the course." Acosta asked, bond didn't show any distress at all, he remained calm.
"Quite a nasty thing to add in there." Bond bluffed.
"Yes well I like to keep the racers on there toes…" Acosta looked Bond right into his eyes. "…Did you enjoy the smaller track?" Acosta asked, Bond noticed the twitch in Acosta's face as he asked him the question.
"Shorter…?" Bond asked. "…it felt longer to me." He concluded, for a second Acosta watch Bond with malice, it was clear that the two of them were trying to outwit one another, however Bond felt he had the slight advantage, being with Acosta this long revealed that he was too smug, but very smart, Bond could see the confidence in Acosta's eyes, it wasn't as if he was cocky but reassured, Acosta had a lot he was hiding and he was doing so cleverly that he thought Bond would never notice.
"Indeed Mr. Lind, it was shorter…" Acosta confessed. "…and with that shortcut you took I'm sure it was even shorter." Acosta added.
"Well, I love to win, no matter the cost." Bond answered.
"That can be very dangerous though…" Acosta said. "…wouldn't it be safer sometimes to just back down?" Acosta asked.
"I've learned in my experience that backing down is very overrated…" Bond started. "..if I backed out of a race their wouldn't be any glory." Bond answered.
"Yes Mr. Lind…" Acosta rebutted. "…but if you have to choose between your life and your profession which would you choose?" Acosta challenged. Bond stared at Acosta for a moment pretending to be considering the question.
"My Profession is my life." Bond answered, Acosta sighed it seemed more out of frustration rather than.
"Then I hope you don't have any regrets." Acosta said.
"I never do." A bell rang and Acosta smiled before standing up and pressing the button on the intercom, Bond failed to realize was behind Acosta's seat, and asked what was wrong. The voice cordially answered that there was press downstairs waiting to see him Acosta turned around and Bond spoke first.
"It's alright; you're a very busy man." Bond said.
"I do apologize, but you being the great racer that you are…" Acosta started. "…I'm sure we will meet again." Acosta finished, Bond stood up.
"Can I use your restroom?" Bond asked, Acosta nodded.
"Of course, please Mr. Lind, make yourself at home." Acosta said, and he stepped out Bond close behind him until they parted ways.
"Did you hear all of that?" Bond asked.
"Yes Bond…" M said. "…and it was the most useless conversation I've ever heard." M grumpily ended.
"Maybe to you, however it revealed a lot to me." Bond said.
"Such as 007…?" M started. "…reveal what your expertise in detection has shown you." M asked.
"He's confident…" Bond answered. "…for someone under investigation by the American C.I.A., Acosta doesn't seem to dwell on it at all." Bond said.
"That doesn't condemn him in any way, shape or form 007" M continued.
"No, but it means one of two things." Bond answered.
"What is that 007?" M asked. Bond Turned a corner and looked for a guard.
"Either one: he's innocent, or two:…" Bond paused. "…whatever he's hiding it right under our noses." Bond concluded.
007
Meanwhile at the same time Morales returned and made his way to Goodhead, he whispered into her ear, and her eyes widened, and without another wasted second, they got Gonzales and left.
007
Bond stood in front of the picture he had tried to investigate earlier.
"I found something interesting." Bond said as he lifted up the painting. Behind the painting was a door as Bond had suspected, it was easily opened and Bond stepped inside. The communicator in his ear crackled and then went completely silent, Bond didn't bother to go back outside and alert M of the interference. There was a path, for about two meters before a series of steps leading down, winded down to a new place all together. The new place was completely white, Bond instantly distinguished it as a laboratory, Bond cautiously came to the end of the steps and looked around. Though he suspected of Acosta of something he couldn't understand why he would need a laboratory under his estate. Bond looked at some sheets on a desk and thought about taking them, but from the looks of it they would be easily missed, he looked it over and saw a mess of scientific codes and other things he couldn't understand. On the far side of the room there was a series of large plastic containers, Bond made his way to the containers quickly, he could tell there was something supposed to be in them but they were all empty. They looked like something you'd keep something a live in, like an incubator or a-
A sound o the opposite end of the large room startled Bond and he ducked behind a desk, he watched as two men in white suits walked towards him. The taller of them men was holding a glass dish, he placed it on the table.
"If we don't get more by the end of the week, the shipments will be delayed." The man said, the other man nodded and they went back the way they came. When Bond was sure they were out of sight, he stood up and walked towards the dish, bond could see that inside the dish was a white substance, he tried to identify it by sight alone at first but he couldn't, he leaned over to touch it, just as his hand was about to touch it the door in which the two men had come from opened up again, however this time a group of men appeared, Bond realized that it wasn't a good idea to stay any longer, he quickly ran over to and up the steps, back to the door and cautiously back into the hallway.
"007 WHERE ARE YOU!" M yelled in Bond's ear.
"Sorry, I had to go underground…" Bond explained. "…you won't believe what I found."
"It doesn't matter Bond you have to go pick up the informant." M ordered, from the way M was talking Bond could tell something had happened.
"What's going on?" Bond asked.
"Apparently some suspicious men have been spotted around her hotel." M explained.
"I should go get her then." Bond said.
"Yes 007 she's waiting for you at the local bus station take her back to your hotel, I'll contact you later with more orders." M concluded.
Without any incident Bond left Acosta's estate, outside Acosta was still talking to various people, it was ever so clear that Acosta was like a celebrity, there were people who adored him, loved him and people who would do anything for him, it was just a matter of finding those people. Bond caught another cab and went to the bus station to pick Paris up and take her to the safety and comfort of his hotel room.