Chapter Twelve

Goodhead the Spy.

Goodhead decided that she should be more proactive and do what she could to find out what she could about Acosta's dealing in Jamaica. She left Gonzales and Morales behind to do some sole investigation, after walking around town and discreetly finding out Acosta's businesses she had come to the conclusion that Acosta owned more than not. However a name had came up more than once and that was of a bar on the far end of the town, people had mentioned that out of all the places Acosta owned this bar, which was named 'Bar None', was the only place Acosta frequented, in fact no one had ever mentioned seeing him anywhere else.

It was clear that going to this place would open some doors to the investigation, and Goodhead didn't feel like waiting for Bond to get done with what he was doing, after all it would be more productive to have the information as soon as possible.

In a way Goodhead wasn't a fan of Bond, she respected him a lot, but she also felt that in the time she had worked with him before and now, both governments gave him too much slack, his recklessness wasn't exactly what she was picking at. It was more of the fact that they didn't seem to have plans other than let Bond deal with it, and he was a trustworthy man, but even more so he was guaranteed to get himself into some kind of high scale trouble, he had such a knack. Covertness wasn't his best skill in her opinion, but still the British secret service kept deploying him on various missions. There was no doubt that Bond was the best, the doubt was whether he was always the best choice. Felix Leiter however was a different opinion on Bond, he trusted Bond with his life, but wasn't afraid to voice his opinion on not having Bond put on this assignment. In fact he had been adamant to not have it happen but M had insisted that after Bond's last assignment he needed to have something of this lowered nature. Now things seemed to be more complicated than ever. Bond had also had a profound impact on Leiter, at one point Leiter had been known as a quiet mysterious man, but it was after he met Bond did he become what he was now. An eccentric madman, no one ever bothered not to call Leiter a trigger happy monster. Everyone knew Leiter's name and everyone knew that the way he acted was a direct result of his partnership with Bond. Though Felix was the highest ranking official in his department, he wasn't to prestigious to go on assignments, there was a time when he'd bring back prisoners, but after meeting Bond his record had included more killed or brutally injured. In one case Leiter had brought back someone missing two fingers and a large portion of their foot, when asked what had happened Leiter had merely replied that the man had resisted to the point where he had gotten himself uninjured'. However in Leiter's recent years, a odd calm had come to him, Goodhead suspected that perhaps it was because he had met some woman, Della, if she recalled correctly. Still having Bond and Leiter on this mission seemed like overkill, but then again Bond had a knack for revealing more about the situation than what was on the surface. It didn't frighten her, but it did worry her, if there was something Acosta was hiding then why hadn't they found it? It was all very interesting, and someone was obviously trying to have them killed, the train situation had proved that, all there needed to be was a connection. Hopefully Goodhead would achieve getting that connection if she could find something at this bar.

Working alone also gave her the opportunity to stray away from the mole; Goodhead knew her surroundings and made sure that no one was following her, and if she did find someone following her she wasn't going to let them know she knew. What was important was that she could catch this mole before they could harm the assignment anymore. This was going to be the end of this assignment; Jamaica was they're last stop; Goodhead would make sure of that.

'Bar None' was on the coast, a very convenient spot for the winos who lived there, the bar would obviously be a lucrative business, there was no doubt that the bar would be packed to the brim with noisy patrons. Goodhead could deal with this, it was a 'Bond thing' to her, he would be too noticeable and cause too much of a ruckus and not get anything but a couple of dead bodies, but Goodhead knew how to be indirectly proactive. A bar produced a lot of loose tongues and many of the workers in Acosta's company on the island lived in this part of the island and she had no doubt someone knew something about what was happening. It didn't make sense that the C.I.A. couldn't figure out what Acosta was up to and now that the British secret service was involved Acosta would be even more guarded about the things he did. What Acosta was doing most effectively was making both the C.I.A. and MI6 look like fools. Perhaps that was his entire goal, in the past few years the world's faith in both MI6 and the C.I.A. had been diminished, the cold war was beginning to take its toll on them, as the Russians and the American's raced to further they're progress in the great nuclear race the English were being seen as world police, which didn't go over very well with the rest of the free world. Plus the British were being overrun with tiny small wars popping up across Europe; they were too far spread out and the worst part was that the prediction that the end of the cold war was coming to an end. The problem with that was that there wasn't any clear way to tell how exactly it was going to end, many thought that perhaps it would end with nuclear war. It didn't seem as if it would end any other way and N.A.T.O. was not doing its job, now it was just an assembled body of bickering delegates that never solved any problems but rather postponed them for a time later on.

Everyone knew this, it wasn't something that was hidden from the few of the public, it was only a matter of time before things came to a climatic end. Acosta knew this, he knew with the British chasing 'freedom' and the American's chasing nuclear supremacy, there was few they could do between the two of them to effectively stop a man who was putting them on a wild goose hunt.

So ending this as soon as possible was of optimal preference to Goodhead. Goodhead stood at the entrance to 'Bar None'. She touched the inside of her ear.

"M…" She beckoned. "…I'm going to investigate one of Acosta's bar's, is Bond done yet?" She asked.

"He hasn't reported anything." M answered tersely and particularly without care.

"I'll be out before he gets back, out." She answered. She turned the communicator off, she knew what she was doing, she hadn't been in the C.I.A. for no reason she could make decisions, it was a man's world and if it stayed like that, it was going to be a destroyed world.

The inside of the bar was almost a new world all together, the music crooned from the stage. What Goodhead noticed was that the bar was in fact a bar; many of the bars were actually dance clubs on the island, a lot of the tourism on the island was in fact directed to dance clubs however there were many complaints that there weren't enough places for tourist our even locals to just relax and have a drink with out some loud festive activity going on. Most of the people who made that complaint were people with more money. Goodhead had to hand it to Acosta he was smart, he put the bar in a poorer neighborhood where he could own the land for much cheaper and have regular drunken patrons, but used the bar to entice the wealthy, so the poor and the wealthy had something in common, they were both putting more money in Acosta's pocket. The bar was dark and in the front a woman a man harped on a song he must have felt strongly about because his voice cracked several times and tears ran down his eyes at some points, Goodhead looked around, it was crowded, a group of men heckled those who passed by at a table located almost in the center of the bar, she listened for anything that may have sounded suspicious or be of importance, but it was loud. Goodhead lingered trying to get a grip on the hectic place, she looked around, somewhere on the island there was Acosta's base of operations, she had to find it and what if it was here?

Goodhead looked over to her left and to her surprise she saw a door, the door was marked "do not enter" not 'employees only' or something to that nature, and her instincts told her something was wrong with that. She started towards the door but as she started something caught her ear, something she wasn't expecting to hear at all, in fact when she heard it her blood ran cold and her eyes unfocused a bit. Goodhead turned around and to her surprise heckling a patron was a man and the people around him kept referring to him as one name…

Petrovski.