Chapter Fifteen

The Wait.

It only took forty five minutes to lose Acosta completely, when Felix and Goodhead showed up Bond was in a pickle with the remaining thugs, it didn't take long after that for the Jamaican officials to appear and sort out the situation. They weren't very happy with the amount of attention this, as they called it, 'mishap' had created. None of the officials even dealt with Bond they went straight to Leiter and dealt with him.

They talked to Leiter for five minutes initially and then left him to deal with the wounded and the dead, forty minutes later they came to him when he was talking to Bond to tell Leiter that Acosta's plane was missing. Before Bond could exclaim his objection to the news Leiter did first.

"What the hell do you mean by 'you can't find the plane"?" Leiter sneered, the officer seemed unapologetic as he shrugged his shoulders and gave Leiter a terse brief and left. Bond shook his head in aggravation.

"How do you lose a plane dripping with opium?" Bond asked just as Goodhead came around.

"You don't lose it…" Goodhead started. "…you forget it." She concluded.

"Implying?" Felix asked, she gave him a look of annoyance.

"Implying…" She began to explain. "…that Acosta has convinced them to lose his jet." She finished, Bond nodded and sat up.

"There has to a way to convince them otherwise." Bond said, he heard a bit of desperation in his voice.

"Even if there was by time we got them to divulge Acosta's trajectory he would be too far off to know exactly where he was." Leiter voiced solemnly.

"What can we do then?" Goodhead asked, Leiter bobbed his head as he walked over to the water and splashed it a little.

"Wait." He answered.

As much as Bond didn't want to admit it, Acosta had in fact put them in a position where there was nothing else to do but wait for him to make a mistake or for some fortune to come along, there was no chance that he'd go back to America, he had now been positively identified as a partner with Petrovski, Acosta would run to a country where his involvement with Petrovski didn't matter.

"Mr. Bond…" A police officer started, Bond acknowledged him by looking up. "…Your father demands that you make contact with him immediately." Bond sat confused for a moment.

"Your father?" Leiter said once the officer had left. At that time both Gonzales and Morales came into the dock on a small boat, the disembarked and started towards Bond and Leiter.

"When I heard about the explosions I knew it had to be either of the two of you." Gonzales joked when he came over, the remark did manage to stir up a smirk from Bond.

"What happened?" Morales asked, Leiter shrugged and went to follow Goodhead.

"What do you already know?" Bond asked, Morales sat down on the deck where a hunk of wood had been twisted up in the chaos.

"Not much, you found Acosta and then something happens to lead to al of this" He gestured around.

"We've figured out that Acosta's smuggling Opium from here to America." Bond added, he left out the crate he had found with the Afghani markings on it he felt that that was best left for M to know.

"Opium…" Gonzales said shocked. "…but how?"

"He uses the poppy seed industry as a front…" Bond explained. "…from what I can assume, he uses the poppy seed business to find his source of opium and refine it, but doesn't do it here because of customs, since cargo goes through security I would assume its all shipped here as poppy seeds and then shipped back to America in the same day where its refined into some form of opium and or possibly morphine and then shipped to these ports on the island where they can avoid inspection." Bond explained, Gonzales nodded and Morales looked deep in thought.

"Any ideas to where the Opium goes from there?" Morales explained, the questioned seemed odd to Bond for some reason, if he had known hat why would her keep it secret?

"No idea..." Bond answered; Morales frowned and then got up as Bond did to go back to Leiter and then suddenly thought of a question for them. "…any idea of who my father is?" He asked, Morales looked puzzled but Gonzales was quick to answer.

"M"

007

There wasn't anything left to do in the dock but wonder where Acosta was, before leaving Bond made a demand that whatever papers and files they found in Acosta's office be sent to his hotel room, the officer he told didn't look as if he intended to relay the message to his superior but Bond had made his point quite clear and he doubted that they would blatantly disregard him, but then again money was a powerful catalyst.

Bond took his C.I.A. counterparts back to his hotel, and when they arrived he took a private call with M.

M was not happy, he didn't try to pretend as if he was pleased with the happenings on the island, he grumpily went over every aspect that he knew and reminded Bond what the said about Bond being more careful than he was in New Mexico.

"…After all the things I said about being more covert and not destroying everything in sight you continued to make it worse by causing more damage and killing more people…" M went on. "…let me remind you that you do have a license to kill 007 but not a license to be some kind of deranged murderer." M blasted Bond harshly his tone kept changing becoming more aggressive as he went along, and then there was a pause where Bond was expected to apologize.

"I did what I felt was best." Bond calmly answered, there was a scoff on the other end, and M seemed to be more upset with Bond than he had been in a while.

"Crashing a speedboat into a dock full of people…?" M grumbled. "…that was the best decision?" M went on.

"There wasn't enough time to do anything else." Bond explained, M wasn't really getting any calmer.

"What did you learn 007?" M dismissed the angry subject to go on to something more concrete, Bond didn't immediately answer he didn't enjoy these kinds of conversations with M.

"I found that the bar was a front for smuggling…" Bond started. "…the port is used as a substitution for ports where his cargo can be investigated, he also ships cargo in the same day to avoid it being investigated every time, that way he can ship the seeds in one hour and when they come back they have been refined into the opium." Bond explained, Bond heard M choke on his words.

"Opium…?" M blurted, Bond was surprised at this reaction.

"Yes, weren't you briefed?" Bond asked confused.

"I was but not anything involving opium!" M sounded livid how could he not be informed about this?

"Acosta's been using his poppy seed business to smuggle opium in and out of America, it hardly seems subtle but no one has suspected anything to do with opium, it gets transported to America as the poppy seed and fortified there and brought back to Jamaica where it's redistributed." Bond explained.

"Where does Acosta get the seeds from?" M asked.

"The lady in the press meeting mentioned genetic engineering." Bond answered, he heard M take a breath.

"So he's making his own poppy seeds?" M asked.

"It's more than likely…" Bond answered. "…The question is where."

"I agree."

"I'm sure if we could hunt down Petrovski we could find out where this facility is…" Bond started. "…I had my opportunity today when he was escaping but I focused on Acosta, lack of foresight." Bond explained.

"You found Petrovski?" M exclaimed, Bond was surprised M didn't seem to know anything.

"Yes, he was hanging around Acosta's bar, had it not been for Goodhead we might not have found him…" Bond felt the need to mention that. "… He led me straight to Acosta, which ends the debate between whether they're working together or not. "Bond ended; he could feel M nodding in approval.

"Good, now that we know that Petrovski is in league with Acosta we can expect him to make an appearance somewhere in the next day, he has a habit of making appearances when entering a new country, it's his way of taunting his followers." M explained

"Good." Bond answered.

"Let's just hope he shares your definition of covertness" M answered sarcastically.

There was an odd pause Bond felt as if there should have been more to say and so did M but the conversation abruptly took to a quick end.

"The Jamaican government, needless to say, hasn't found our presence in their country enjoyable." M started again, Bond shrugged his shoulders.

"They shouldn't be working with a criminal." Bond answered, M grumbled on the other end.

"They deny that Acosta has any bearing on them losing his plane." M stated, in his own voice he gave away what he felt about their statement.

"I'm sure they did their best." Bond answered back sarcastically.

"However I should let you know that the Jamaican's aren't happy at all…" M started again. "…they say they intend on making us held fully accountable for your actions." M concluded, from the way M sounded the threat held more weight than Bond would have admitted.

"What exactly do they mean by that?" Bond asked, he took a glance into the next room and saw Leiter, Goodhead, Morales and Gonzales conversing.

"It's not clear yet but they seem to be set in their ways in putting a monkey wrench into our operation." M finished, Bond frowned.

"Is it something I should worry about?" Bond asked.

"No, I'll deal with it myself; the Jamaican's have a way of overreacting in these proceedings." M explained. As M spoke something came to Bond, something he hadn't thought about in a while.

"Did you ever get the security tapes from my hotel in New Mexico?" Bond asked, there was a long pause and it was clear that M had not.

"No 007 I haven't…" M started. "…in fact I haven't heard anything about it since it was brought up." M answered angrily.

"I'll look into it…" Bond reassured. "…keep me posted on Petrovski."

"Of course and 007…" M started. "..Stay alive." Bond smiled a little and went into the next room.

When Bond came in the conversation stopped all eyes faced him, he decided to do this a certain way.

"M says that for now we'll just have to wait for Petrovski to show up, which shouldn't be too long with our men keeping an eye out for him…" Bond started. "…until then we'll have to devise how we're going to go about bringing both Petrovski and Acosta in." Bond started.

"Any ideas James?" Leiter asked.

"The first is to get all of our evidence in order, these men are extremely careful if we do more as they do we'll have a better insight to how they work." Bond said, Goodhead seemed to really rally behind this idea, for once it seemed as if Bond was deciding to work effectively.

"I agree." She strongly added.

"First, I have positively Goodhead and I have both officially found Petrovski and I have linked him to Acosta, the chip that was found in my car in New Mexico was presumably made by Petrovski which links Acosta indirectly to the kidnapping, that's only if we can prove Petrovski put the chip into my car." Bond said.

"How are you planning to pull that off...?" Leiter asked. "..Forced confession?" Leiter chuckled.

"No, we have an even more effective way…" Bond started. "…the security camera tapes should be show some tampering with my car and that would be all we need." Bond concluded, Leiter chuckled gruffly.

"I was aware we had that type of evidence." Leiter said.

"We do…" Bond tersely answered him. "…Morales what happened to the tape you went to get?" Bond asked, in a smooth fashion all the heads turned to Morales.

"I got it from the hotel and sent it through universal exports to MI6…" Morales explained. "…M hasn't received it yet?" he asked, Bond paused then turned away as he answered.

"No he hasn't…" Bond said. "He hasn't heard anything about it since we last talked about it." Morales frowned and thought for a moment.

"In order to get it to universal exports as fast as possible I had to send it through a field agent of ours, I had to make it to Jamaica, maybe he got caught up in something, I'm sure he got it through." Morales explained.

"Which field agent was this?" Leiter asked concerned, Morales seemed to be regretting his decision.

"Jackson…" Morales answered. "… I saw him as I went back to the hotel and I explained what happened he told me that he'd do me the favor so I could get to Jamaica as soon as possible, I suppose that wasn't the best of decisions." Morales frowned.

"Jackson is one of the best field agents we have, if it hasn't gotten to MI6 by now I would worry about his safety." Goodhead explained. Morales shook his head.

"You think someone could have attacked him…?" Morales asked. "…I was thinking he may have routed to someone in the C.I.A. first, since it is our investigation." Morales explained.

"That would take some time and we haven't been up to date on the C.I.A.'s intelligence since we've been here." Leiter explained.

"Even if we had…"Morales started to explain again. "…it wouldn't be up in the reports until tomorrow or so, the C.I.A. is too busy with the Afghani, Soviet Union deal, we'd have to wait to see or hear anything about it." Morales explained, Bond sat in a chair and thought.

"He's right; we've been inefficient these last few weeks because of that deal." Gonzales chimed in.

"That tape is important to this investigation…" Bond suddenly interrupted, his tone had noticeably changed as well, and he was sterner.

"In the next day or so Mr. Bond this tape won't even be an issue…" Morales explained. "…we'll just have to be a tad bit more patient." Morales tried appease, Bond stood up and nodded his head.

"Lets hope that our patience pays off."