Waste Not, Want All

by Covington

Part I of Waste Not, Want All is now Done.Bond Pursues Julio Acosta to stop his drug smuggling but Acosta has a darker secret waiting in the wings of his vast fortune.

17. Reunited

Chapter Seventeen

Reunited.

Carelessness was Petrovski's best skill, there was no one else who could swear himself to covertness and then blow up and entire building in the most violent way he could possibly think of. That's what Wolffe thought, he had been standing there inside the jet waiting patiently for this fool to arrive when he heard the deepest grumble, at first he thought nothing of it but when the entire ground shook and the jet seemed as if it was going to topple over Wolffe calmly walked outside, and to his surprise there was a huge fire cloud stretching to the sky and then black smoke. Instantly Wolffe knew it was Petrovski, and knew what he had to do and set out to find him.

Wolffe was not a hired hit man, he was not a bounty hunter, he knew Acosta well and decided to help him, his identity was a secret and here was Petrovski endangering that. It took a total of four hours to find Petrovski inside a small niche of a building trying not to be spotted by the local police. Petrovski angered Wolffe.

"Dear fucking god..!" Petrovski yelled when Wolffe approached him, he jumped and glared at Wolffe. "…you scared the living daylights out of me." Petrovski explained.

"What did you do?" Wolffe asked, Petrovski looked stunned as if he was expecting Wolffe to ask him how he was.

"I was attacked by three K.G.B. officers." Petrovski explained.

"…and?" Wolffe asked.

"And I got my ass out of there." Petrovski answered angrily.

"Did you kill them?" Wolffe asked.

"What does that matter…?" Petrovski began to rebel, Wolffe didn't move. "…hopefully I did I don't see how anyone could survive a blast like that." Petrovski explained. There was a pause and Wolffe turned away.

"You did a good job…" Wolffe muttered. "…we're going."

Getting back to the airport was another battle, the authorities had the entire place shut down, they were everywhere and Petrovski could not be seen. The situation Petrovski had created was too much to deal with. The two of them had to walk through backstreets and through gridlocked traffic.

When they were walking a question came to Wolffe's mind.

"Did you get the guns?" He asked, Again Petrovski duplicated the look he had made earlier, out of complete surprise.

"There were two, but I only got one." Petrovski explained. Wolffe, though his face was completely hidden, seemed very disapproving.

"Give it to me…" Wolffe demanded, he figured there would be some objection so he added: "…now" there was a moment of hesitation but Petrovski handed over the gun Wolffe examined it for a moment. It looked simple enough to work.

A lot of things could have went wrong with Wolffe and Petrovski together in broad daylight, but in their luck no one was focused on them but rather the situation that had just unfolded. When the two of them reached the airport they had to get admittance, guards were everywhere. Wolffe was self assured though he told Petrovski to stay out of sight, he was gone for about five minutes and returned to reveal the guards had moved out of their way.

Wolffe and Petrovski went back to the jet without any confrontation, Wolffe was in first and as Petrovski worked his way to the interior Wolffe was coming back out.

"Acosta is at the base, he told me to take you and Lady Paris there." Wolffe said, Petrovski seemed shocked at what Wolffe just said, by now six hours had gone by since the explosion and Acosta wasn't entrusting any decisions to him.

"Why does he trust you so much?" Petrovski asked, there was a long and cold silence before Wolffe answered.

"Because…" He started. "…I don't endanger operation by destroying everything I see." There was so much malice and some personal anger in his voice that Petrovski didn't react to the answer.

"Is he going to be there?" Petrovski asked, Wolffe continued down the ramp ignoring Petrovski's question.

"Get Lady Paris and take her to the cab…" Wolffe answered, he continued down the ramp and didn't bother to say anymore, and when he got to the ground he crossed under the jet out of sight.

Petrovski went inside and inside the lounge was Paris, she looked amazingly beautiful but also amazingly upset, Petrovski had only met her once and that was on the plane ride coming to Athens, she didn't say anything to him but she gave him a look that sent chills into his spine. He would sometimes take glances at her but each time she either moved out of his sight or was giving him that look, in a way he was afraid of her. Petrovski stood in front of her hoping she would get the point by him just being there but when she didn't react he realized he was going to have to have interaction with her.

"We're leaving…" Petrovski muttered, for a moment there was absolute silence, outside seemed to be sucked into the vacuum of Paris' silence; slowly she turned her face to him.

"I don't take order from pathetic lackeys." Paris answered; her voice sent another chill into his body.

"We have to leave for your safety there's a cab waiting for you…" Petrovski explained, again Paris ignored Petrovski. "…Acosta demands it." He added, at that it seemed as if she shrunk in her anger and was succumbing to the name Acosta. Paris looked Petrovski directly in the eye and sent a glare that said much harsher things that any words could say and then she stood and breezed by Petrovski and to the ramp.

Petrovski followed behind her faithfully; as long as he did what he had to do he was going to be paid. They walked down the ramp and across to the cab that was waiting for them, Paris laid low while Paris stood up straight and glided to the cab, Petrovski scooted ahead of her and opened the door.

"After you." He sarcastically said but she didn't even acknowledge that he had spoken and entered the cab, Petrovski went to get in when the cab sped off and sent him crashing to the ground, the car came an inch from running over his leg and recklessly crashed through the gate and away from the airport. The commotion caught Wolffe's eye, he didn't panic he just went back into the jet.

007

The door to the cab swung madly as the car itself chaotically went from left to right and back. Paris yelped something as she was bumped on to the side of the car and hitting the ceiling. The car calmed down and Paris had a mind to just scream at the top of her lunge but in front of her driving was a familiar sight.

"Mr. Stock!" Paris rejoiced, Bond gave a brief look back into the back seat to see Paris smiling at the sight of him.

"Close the door…" He ordered, and she leaned over and closed the door, with that the chaos subdued a little. "…and my name is Bond, James Bond." Bond confessed, Paris' cold silence made an appearance.

"The James Bond, British agent James Bond?" Paris asked.

"Yes, the C.I.A. got MI6 involved…" Bond explained. "…after the explosion sent of alerts I rushed here and found that Acosta's jet was parked in that airport." Bond went on.

"But what's your plan?" Paris asked suddenly worried.

"I'm trying to get away…" Bond answered. "…you should just worrying about holding on."

The car raced on the road, when Bond had tracked Acosta to Athens he was surprised to see he was commanding a small army, the security was beyond what could be seen and what Bond did see was a legion of loyalist to protect Acosta's assets. He drove like a mad man from the start he wasn't going to allow Acosta's men to catch up to him. Suddenly Bond hit the brake and Paris yelled, already ahead of them were three cars, a few men stuck their heads out the window with automatic weapons pointed at Bond and Paris. Bond threw the car into reverse and started to drive backwards, the swung the car so it was facing forward and kicked it into the appropriate gear. A large gate separated the road with the taxi road for the planes. Bond took no pause in driving through the gate and onto the taxi.

Bond stole a glance into the rearview mirror and saw that the three cars were still following and on top of that there were two other cars coming around the turn to join them, bullets started to fly and Bond did all he could to maneuver on the taxi road and lose the cars. He randomly looked behind him to check on Paris who was at times yelping as loud as she could but overall just hanging on as much as she could.

When Bond had arrived he did his best to look around to have an exit plan, he knew that the airport had been built on top of a small mountain. On this small mountain a road had been built spiraling down, all the way to the base of the small mountain which lead into a rural road. Acosta's men were everywhere on the main roads so it seemed the rural path was the only way out, he knew that Acosta's men wouldn't stop following him, so he had to be quick and disappear.

A bullet hit the left side view mirror and Bond made a sharp turn right, his car crashed through another gate and started careening down the slope, the car bumped hard and it almost flipped over but Bond kept as much control as he could. The car landed on the road and Bond turned left to stay on the road. The men followed relentlessly and Bond was out of space to try and dodge the bullets, he floored the gas as much as he could and after a moment he noticed he was starting to lose the cars behind him. Bond couldn't help but letting the smirk on his face grow. He looked back at Paris, who was sitting stunned in the backseat.

"Are you alright?" Bond asked, she stared wide eyed for a moment and then her face changed emotions all together, fear completely enveloped her face. Bond was confused at first but then he turned back to the road to see another squad of cars in front of him. Unable to hit the brake Bond had to steer off the road, the car made an awful groaning sound as the car again went onto a rocky slope, this time was different though, Bond foot was still on the acceleration and he knew that if a shift in speed occurred the car could flip over. Bond gritted his teeth as he was forced to wait to gain control of the car again.

"James!" Paris yelled in fear, Bond yelled back at her to try to stay down, but his voice was drowned out even to him by the immense chaos around them. A loud crash and the car lifted off the ground and threatened to turn over but the butt of the car set back down harshly. Bond looked in the, slightly broken, rear view mirror took a glance at Paris who was trying to collect herself and then he saw it, another car was careening towards them and its path was to hit the back of the car, directly into Paris according to Bond's calculations.

"Paris, get down!" Bond ordered harshly. With much force he slammed the car into reverse and hit the gas. The car did nothing but stall at first but Bond kept his foot on the gas, little by little it began to move backwards. Trying to speed up the process Bond slammed his back against the chair over and over. The car jerked once, jerked twice and then finally it jolted back going up the hill a little, just as the car slammed into the front of the car and sent it spinning. Bond's body was thrown like a doll but he kept his grip on the steering wheel, when his eyes focused again he was just in time to see his car was sliding back off the side of the road. Dazed and confused Bond thought of what to do and instinctively he hit the brakes. The quick slam of the pedal to the floor indicated no pressure which in turn meant no brakes. His mouth moved to curse but nothing was said, his head was pounding and blood was starting to drip down his face. In the back seat Paris was yelling, her screams were rattling his brain.

"It's ok, just hold on…" Bond yelled. "…I'm going to get you out of this!" he demanded to himself. The car began to lean over the edge; Bond was confused what was there to do? The car still inched closer and closer to the end of the road and finally Bond thought of something, in one rough move he pulled up the lever for the emergency break. The car jerked horribly and the car did stop inches away from falling over but with the jerk Paris' body surged forward and propelled the car the extra distance, sending it over the edge.

Bond grit his teeth and knew there was nothing more he could do to stop the car, so he might as well try and drive it down the side of the hill. Bond hit the acceleration and turned the car so it drove parallel down the hill. Behind them the other cars had made it full circle around the bend and were starting to shoot at them again. One of the shots hit the back tire of the car and the car made an erratic turn into a small forest of trees. One after one the car hit the trees sending terrible shocks into the car and knocking Bond and Paris in all different directions, bumping them against the steel making of the car. The sound of snapping tree limbs and Paris' yelling was filling Bond's mind, he turned the wheel as much as he could trying to regain as much control as he could, luckily for them a clearing was coming, maybe then he could drive the car, he was thinking of what he had scouted out earlier, what was down there? Where was the nearest escape route? But every time he started to remember Paris' yelling distracted him, she was creaming as loud as she could and at first Bond ignored her but then he looked back at her.

It felt as if he was going deaf he could see her but his mind was in such disarray he couldn't make out anything she was saying, he squinted to show his confusion and Paris paused and then pointed outside the front window and her words were clear from the way she was saying it.

"Look out!" Bond turned and saw that beyond the clearing was another road, which he couldn't steer into, but at the bottom of that hill Bond cold clearly see a suit of armor looking up at the falling car waiting for them to get close enough.

"Bastard!" Bond muttered in pure rage, he slammed on the gas, if he was going to get out of this he was going to have to kill Wolffe, the clearing came and the car soared over the road and onto the hill careening right towards Wolffe. However fast the car was coming in didn't seem to concern Wolffe at all he stood there as the car came closer, and when it was possible to look Bond directly into the eyes he pulled out a gun. Bond had seen this type of gun before; it resembled the one Wolffe used in New Mexico, the one they thought Petrovski had been making. If it was that would mean it packed the same punch the other gun did and in this car there was no way Wolffe could miss…

"Get down!" Bond demanded his voice clearly sounding over all the chaos, Paris recognized fear in the scream, and she threw herself as far down as she could, Bond followed her actions and managed to get his shoulder under the steering wheel.

There was an initial explosion that Bond recognized as the gun going off and then there was the most horrible hellish roar that came from the car. Bond felt the entire car quake and his shoulders slammed into the steering wheel, pain engulfed his entire body and he cried out in pain. Bond's head came out from under the steering wheel and to his surprise the entire top of the car was gone, the car was moving on the sheer fact that it was moving downhill. He looked behind him and saw Paris was fine, he looked back at Wolffe and the car was still on its way towards him. Then the car jumped and Wolffe threw himself out the way. The car hit the dirt and Bond's head smacked the steering wheel with such force that his entire neck made a snapping sound. Bond's sight was gone, he could hear Paris yelling his name and the car crashing and not before long that too was gone.

007

From somewhere a rumble could be heard. Distant sounding but yet it was clear it was very, very close. It rumbled again, deep, not much of a sound as it was a feeling. A low vibration set deep within his stomach and it continued up into his stomach and into chest cascading upward into his head and shaking his brain. Death was a lot different than he had imagined, it wasn't very bright or eventful, in fact it was similar to doing nothing, with your eyes closed. Wait, he could feel his eyes, they were moving. You can't move your eyes if your dead. Could you?

Pain was certainly a sensation you couldn't feel in death, otherwise what was different from being alive? It took a great deal of concentration to find his eyes with his mind, but after a lot of searching he did. Now he had to open them, he tried once and he managed to move his leg. He tried twice and felt something touch his arm, third time is a charm though and his eyes opened. Though his eyes were open they refused to focus, everything was one blur that made his head tighten, with a new control over his body he moves his hands over his eyes to shield him from the light, slowly his eyes started to focus and he could see, though there wasn't much to see.

A grey room, drab nothing in it, no wait, a sink. Bond was lying on a bed; there was a pillow under him. He sat up. There was a chair sitting next to him, in it sat a man, one he recognized.

"Mr. Bond you're awake…" Acosta started. "…I was beginning to worry." Acosta said, he leaned forward and looked Bond in the eyes.

"No, no, it'll take more than that to do me in." Bond said rubbing his head, he looked around the room was small, it was essentially a cell.

"Good to know…" Acosta said sarcastically. "…I took the liberty of bandaging your head, it was pretty nasty cut." Acosta said, Bond felt the bandages; they were tight, done very well, it could be said it was done with care.

"Well thank you…" Bond started. "…but I figure you treat all your prisoners this way." Bond answered.

"No Mr. Bond I'm afraid there has been a mess of a mistake…" Acosta said. "…what happened today at the airport was ridiculous…" Acosta went on; he moved his hands lazily as he talked.

"Of course." Bond muttered.

"…I in no way shape or form condone the type of reckless and dangerous behavior some of my men used in trying to apprehend Lady Paris…" Acosta said. "…You can't just appear and take people Mr. Bond, its degrading and unethical." Acosta finished. Bond placed his hands on his knees.

"I apologize; I was taking my cue from someone I met in New Mexico." Bond answered; Acosta didn't seem genuinely interested in Bond's comment.

"I'm sure…" he answered. "…Well Mr. Bond that brings me to my question for you." Acosta started, he pushed the chair closer to the bed Bond was sitting on.

"Sure, since it seems I'll be here for a while." Bond answered standing up, he watched Acosta for any sign of fear but the man didn't even seem to realize Bond had gotten up.

"Why have you decided to interest yourself in my doings?" Acosta asked, he did know Bond had gotten up and he moved his Body to face Bond as Bond walked behind him.

"It's my job I was asked to look into some of your business because you seemed to be hiding something." Bond answered truthfully; Acosta nodded and looked Bond directly in the eye again.

"Am I hiding something…?" Acosta asked, Bond stroked his chin for a moment not saying anything, it was obvious that he was trying to figure out and appropriate answer.

"You're not 'hiding' anything..." Bond started. "…you planned not to 'hide' anything, instead you do it all with permission, only you pay for your permission which is still illegal." Bond explained, another pause as Acosta took his time to respond.

"Mr. Bond I'd be safe to say your trust in your government is strong, right?" Acosta asked.

"Yes." Bond answered.

"What if I told you that my trust in my own Government was the opposite?" Acosta went on. There was a pause as Bond thought for a second.

"Then I'd tell you to come to England." Bond sarcastically answered. Acosta enjoyed the comment and laughed.

"As nice as that would be I can't say I trust England that much either…" Acosta started. "…this race of arms between the American's and the Soviet Union has gone on long enough. It's starting to wear on the people, even me." Acosta explained.

"How so?" Bond asked. Acosta nodded.

"Without getting in too much detail and business jargon I'll explain…" Acosta said. "…the freedoms of the United States are now limited and few. The powers that be are too consumed with their progression in this great race and in turn business men like me suffer." Acosta explained. Bond nodded and sat back on the bed and looked at Acosta.

"You don't seem to be doing too bad to me…" Bond answered. "…you've got the money to country hop, buy a lavish estate and hire a high priced terrorist to do business with…" Bond continued, at the mention of terrorist Acosta's mood seem to change, he frowned.

"You must be referring to Petrovski." Acosta growled. Bond nodded and shrugged his shoulders.

"Unless you hired some other terrorist."

"Petrovski is not what he seems, he's not my type f person I despise that man." Acosta confessed.

"Then why waste your money to deal with him?" Bond asked, his curiosity was growing Acosta was a lot more complicated than he had imagined.

"Petrovski is a pawn the much grander plan…" Acosta said.

"There is a grand plan after all?" Bond asked, Acosta smiled at Bond and bit his bottom lip a little.

"Yes Mr. Bond and though I'm sure you'd like to know what it is…" Acosta stood up. "…it doesn't concern you." Acosta finished.

"Oh of course not…" Bond shrugged. "…I'm not important enough to be in the 'grand plan.'" Bond answered.

"No Mr. Bond…" Acosta agreed. "…but you are important enough to not be apart of it." He finished.

"I'm honored." Bond mumbled. Acosta smiled and stood at the door and gestured at Bond.

"Well Mr. Bond its almost dinner time and I want you and lady Paris to be my guest, I've sent someone to get you a suit and someone will escort you when the time comes…" Acosta explained. "…until then Mr. Bond I bid you farewell."

When Acosta left there was dead silence, Bond sat for a while longer on the bed half expecting someone to come in and try and kill him, but he felt in his instincts that Acosta's plan wasn't to kill him, in fact it could have been far worse.

007

As promised someone did show up with a suit for Bond to wear and he dressed up quickly and waited to be escorted to the dinner. When the man came to escort Bond he was surprised to see that he wasn't a large guard that was armed instead it was a feeble looking man who looked like his only function was to serve. The other surprising thing was that Bond had vastly underestimated the size of the facility he was being held in. The escorting was compromised of a long walk down the initial hallway where the cells were kept and then up a flight of stairs to the more 'main' area. This area was large and the ceiling was amazingly high, that area lead to the elevator which took them two flights up into a large dining hall. The hall was lavish and could have been a medium size restaurant, and at the other end were two doors that lead to an even more lavish but smaller dining area. Sitting at a table was Acosta and Paris in a dazzling red dress; she barely looked up at Bond when he entered.

"Mr. Bond…!" Acosta exclaimed. "…It's good to see you again, please, please sit down." Acosta insisted, Bond took a seat on the opposite end of Acosta while Paris sat between them on the left.

"This is quite the fortress you've got here." Bond commented. Acosta nodded.

"I try…" Acosta said. "…now that we're all here we're ready." Acosta said.

"I agree." Paris muttered. As if on cue a waiter appeared and stood in front of the table.

"Lady Paris will have Tequila straight up and Mr. Bond a Vodka martini…" Acosta started. "…oh shaken not stirred, correct?" Acosta asked.

"Correct." Bond answered, Acosta nodded at the man.

"…and I will have Bourbon on the rocks please." Acosta finished, the waiter bowed slightly and walked out. Acosta smiled at his guest and there was an awkward moment of silence.

"So have you changed your mind on opening up about your 'grand plan'?" Bond asked, Acosta smiled and nodded at Bond.

"Mr. Bond, this dinner is not the boring business rhetoric that consumes my life usually…" Acosta explained. "…its so you, Lady Paris and I can learn a little more about each other." Acosta finished.

"Oh well I hate sharing first…" Bond jested.

"Well Mr. Bond I hope you wouldn't mind if I shared my knowledge of you..." Acosta said.

"I don't see why not."

"Well James Bond, British secret service under the rank of 00 agent, 007 to be exact, you fall directly under the orders of M, license to kill …" Acosta stopped to think. "…but that's not that personal." Acosta said, suddenly Bond felt his stomach tighten and his heart jump a little.

"No of course it isn't" Bond said, Paris could tell something was wrong her head slightly turned when Bond answered.

"… You have a scar on your back, and you were once married…" Acosta added. Bond body suddenly felt ridged, he took a hard gulp and kept his eyes on Acosta.

"Once…" Bond muttered.

"…a Ms. Teresa de Vinci, how you met her I do not know, but you set out to stop Blofeld, some way or another, the two of you met up again, but that's when your business and your personal life collided…" Acosta explained, he at times looked Bond in his eyes but mostly looked at Paris.

"Julio…" Paris tried to stop him, though Bond's poker face was on it was still obvious how uncomfortable he felt.

"…After stopping Blofeld and leaving him for dead Tracy and Mr. Bond got married but on the same day Blofeld murdered his wife." Acosta finished, looked at Bond. There wasn't any malice on Acosta's part when he told the story but Bond felt angered that he had to hear the story again. As if he didn't know it. A long pause followed and the waiter came back in with the drinks and placed them in front of their respective drinkers. Bond took a sip of his Martini.

"Well that's all in the past…" Bond mustered up the composure to say. "…what about you Mr. Acosta?" Bond asked. Acosta smiled.

"I'm just a simple man Mr. Bond, I own a business and I hope to thrive." Acosta answered, Bond stared at Acosta for a long moment, Acosta gestured to Paris.

"Lady Paris here has a similar uninteresting story..." Acosta mentioned. Bond looked at Paris who refused to make eye contact with either of the two men. "…don't you Lady Paris?" Acosta asked.

"You would know better than I would…" There was a distinct pause that dripped of venomous malice from Paris only further enhanced by her addition of: "…Julio."

The sheer and silent anger from Paris filled the room and began to choke Julio and Bond of words to say, but Acosta regained his composure.

"Born into a middle class family, went to law school but settled down." Acosta informed him.

"A simple life." Bond said.

"Very." Acosta added.

"Not like yours." Bond challenged. Acosta cocked an eyebrow up and smiled.

"What do you mean Mr. Bond?" Acosta asked.

"Well you went to medical school but decided to drop out and pursue the rest of your college in botany." Bond relayed, Bond noticed the slightest twitch in Acosta face.

"You're quite right Mr. Bond…" Acosta said. "…I couldn't find what I wanted to do, but after I left I realized all I really wanted to do was make money." Acosta started laughing a bit and his laughter filled the room as Bond and Paris watched silently.

"So you don't use any of your skills in medicine or botany to help your business now." Another twitch but Acosta smiled, he knew the game Bond was playing.

"I do my best; I really don't do the business itself but supervise they efforts of my loyal workers." Acosta answered.

"With all your money I'm sure they are very loyal." Bond answered.

"It's not the money that keeps my workers loyal." Acosta corrected.

"Then it's the fear." Bond added, Paris made a slight movement which seemed to be uncomfortable.

"Sure Mr. Bond." Acosta ignored.

"So what's your plan for me…?" Bond asked. "…keep me here and then kill me?" Bond asked.

"Of course not…" Acosta said. "… I don't want you dead Mr. Bond but rather out of my head without any complications." Acosta explained.

"Understandable, you are a busy man." Bond added.

"Right, so I'm going to keep you here long enough for MI6 to worry about you and then I will convince them that you are divulging valuable secrets in return for your…" Acosta thought. "…safety."

"Cunning."

"More so than you think after getting the information from my reliable source inside your little operation, I will hand you over only with the promise that I have complete amnesty from the entire course of events that have unfolded."

"What makes you think I'm that important to MI6?" Bond asked.

"I don't, but the information that I'll have will be more than enough to convince the C.I.A. and MI6 to do anything to have you back."

"Very cunning" Bond dryly responded.

The waiter returned and walked over to Acosta and whispered something in his ear, Acosta listen intently, although at times he did look rather bored, and then he frowned. He looked at Paris and then at Bond.

"Sometimes I regret that I don't enjoy being so busy…" Acosta said. "…but I must go and attend to some important business in a different country." He stood up.

"I understand…" Bond said."…when duty calls you must obey." Bond added.

"You would know a lot about that…" Acosta countered. There was nothing else between Bond and Acosta whatever sentiment that was being brewed between the two of them in the last ten minutes was gone. "…When you are all done the escorts will take you back to your rooms" Acosta added and then he left. Paris didn't speak and when the escorts returned she didn't acknowledge them for five minutes.

"I'm not hungry…" she said. "…I rather just go back to my room." She politely demanded. The escort obeyed and took her away.

Bond sat in his chair thinking but when nothing came up he also opted to go back to his 'room' with no intentions to actually go back inside.

007

Bond made sure he took in every sight he saw as he was being led back into the cell the referred to as a room. Obviously there was a larger part of this place he was in just beyond a staircase in the main area. Bond took the elevator back down to the floor where his cell was and let the guards escort him all the way to the cell next to his before slamming his elbow into the escort on his left and spinning around slamming his fist into the other ones face. Both of the small men hit the ground like bricks Bond searched them for anything useful and found nothing on them. Bond quietly walked by his cell and down the hall keeping his back on the far wall. Ahead of him was a turn, he approached it quietly and looked around it. To his surprise there were two heavily armed men. They carried large guns and stalked around, however they weren't facing him, If he could get behind one of the men and get a gun…

Bond walked slowly and quietly behind one of the men and snuck up close to him before wrapping his arm around his neck and twisting. The twist did nothing and the man fought back in silence as Bond cut off his air, the struggle seemed to last forever as Bond tried to subdue the man, but then the man slammed his foot on the ground hard and very loud causing the other man to look. Bond twisted the man's arm around and threw him to the ground before the other man could point the gun, Bond attempted to start towards the other man but the first man kicked his legs from under him and knocked him on the floor. Besides the dizzying vibration that went off in Bond's head there was also a interesting sensation in his ear.

"Stop…!" The man on the floor yelled. "…Acosta wants him alive." The man said, the other man growled at Bond.

"Get up!" He yelled, Bond started up and when he was standing the men roughly searched him and then one of the men pushed Bond onto the wall. When bond hit the wall he saw something lying on the ground. It was his communicator which was the sensation he felt, the communicator falling out his ear. One of the men pulled out a walkie talkie, put it close to his face and just when he was about to talk the communicator made a small explosion. The little explosion surprised the men giving Bond the opportunity to kick the gun out of one of the men's hands and pushing the other down. Bond dived to the floor and picked up the gun which he instantly identified as aRPK-74, one of the men was trying to get up but he used the gun to smack the man hard across the head and knock him out. The other man was up and started to aim but Bond knew that if either of them discharged then that would blow his cover, so he tossed his gun as hard as he could and it collided roughly into the man's face and he fell hard on the ground. Bond looked around waiting for someone else to overhear the commotion and investigate but no one did. Bond made his way to the men and dragged them into a small niche, he inspected then and found they also were carrying AK-74s, both the guns were large but Bond took one of each and the ammo out of the other and placed it in his pocket, Bond was blind to wear he was going but at least he had a gun now.

007

Down the hall there was another elevator that revealed there was a floor below the floor Bond was on. Bond looked around and found a crow bar on a crate; Bond picked it up and walked back over to the elevator. He pressed the button and it started to come to the floor he was on, Bond hid next to the door where no one inside the elevator could see him, when the doors opened he waited but there was no one on it. Bond walked into the elevator and pressed a button that would lead to the floor directly below him. Bond walked out the elevator and waited to hear it go down. When he was sure it was off the floor he took the crow bar and wedged the door opened. Bond looked at the distance between him and the elevator top and jumped the distance. He landed on the elevator and waited as it stopped on the floor. To his surprise someone was getting on, quickly Bond opened the hatch on top and observed the man get in. The elevator started up again and Bond started to place himself to jump inside the elevator. He looked up and saw how close eh was to the next floor and threw himself inside feet first smacking the man on the side and onto the wall of the elevator, there wasn't much of a fight when Bond smacked the man over the face with the gun the man hit the floor like a ton of bricks.

Bond pressed himself onto the inside of the elevator as the door opened on the higher floor, Bond looked outside and there was no one there. Bond pressed the next floor and the door closed, he waited a little before pressing the emergency stop. Bond took the guns and placed them around his shoulders and jumped up to the opening and pulled his way up. On the top of the elevator Bond pulled himself on the thick wire that pulled the elevator. Bond climbed the rest of the way and when he reached the door for the next floor he balanced himself on the tiny ledge and placed his ear on the door to listen. He didn't hear anything so he opened the door with the crowbar. Bond was now back on the main floor where the dining hall was. He quickly made his way behind a flight of red velvet steps. He waited there a moment figuring what to do next, he looked around and saw nothing. So he ran towards the door he noticed before, it was extremely suspicious. The entire floor was draped in red velvet and gold, with the exception of the doors which were a dingy grey color. Bond could see through the small windows in the door that there were men inside the new space, Bond waited until they moved out of his range of vision assuming that he was out of theirs. He walked inside and the new area was a very different sight than the previous room. It was dark and a very ugly metallic color that set an eerie glow about it. Bond stalked in further keeping the men he saw in eyesight and staying just short of theirs, Bond crouched down and made his way to the far side of the room and kept his back on the wall. For ten feet the wall continued and then gave way to a railing that was over a different floor, Bond looked over the railing and on the new floor there was a series of long tables, the room below was the entire size of the floor. On the tables were sheets of papers, Bond couldn't see what they were from where he was but he could see a little further was a ladder leading down. A guard came around the corner directly across from Bond and Bond was forced to lie on the ground. The distance between them was considerable, but the guard could spot Bond if he was standing. Being on the ground Bond felt that the metallic floor was warm, usually there was a cold feel but the warmth gave him the inclination that there could be some kind of machine or furnace around. The guard went back around the corner and Bond stood up and ran to the ladder and slid down it. He hit the ground light and threw himself under one of the tables to avoid another guard, he watched the guard as he slowly walked around lazily taking glances and yawning, Bond got form under the table and got behind the guard and hit him over the head with the gun and caught him as he fell and dragged him under a table. Bond took the time to look over the papers and that's when he realized that they were blueprints. He couldn't really decipher what exactly it was but he could see that it was some kind of large building. Possibly something Acosta was building, he looked at the blueprints again and saw a date that was issued and noticed it was three years old, so possibly this thing had already been built.

Bond went to the other table and looked at the blueprints there. This one was different it sketched out something that, from what Bond could tell, used florescent lights and served somewhat as an incubator , the scale it was drawn on was larger than any incubator Bond had ever heard of before. A slight sound caught his attention and he ducked behind one of the tables, the guard was gone in a flash and from him appearing Bond noticed a large viewing wall with something illuminated on it. Bond carefully made his way over to it and looked at it, it was a replica of the first blueprint he saw, but the difference was that it was shown in more detail and on the side the words "NEW MEXICO" were illuminated, Bond took note of the octagonal design and looked at the dashboard and tried to make out what exactly what this thing was, but to no avail. However with him knowing the location and the large structures design Bond felt that was good enough to report. Bond looked around again, his sneaking around was almost through he just needed to make one more stop.

007

Bond doubted that Acosta would leave Paris inside a cell like his. Bond also made the assumption that since one of the floors was more glamorous than the others that she was being held somewhere near there. Bond made his way back to the different world of a room and noticed the large staircase that lead up to another floor. At the top of the staircase he couldn't see anything, it got very dark suddenly. Bond frowned, if Paris was up there, there was probably a lot of security to ensure that what had happened at the airport didn't happen again. It was time yet to make a scene until he could find Paris and clearly define a way out, maybe not in that order.

Instead of going up the steps Bond walked away, near the elevator was another door that lead down a different passage. The passage was a dark one and lead to a new door. Bond paused at the door and put his ear to it. On the other side he could hear a lot of commotion, but the commotion seemed far away as if some kind of work being done. Slowly Bond opened the door and peeked to see what was happening, like the other room he had entered this one was high up, Bond walked the rest of the way through and was standing on a platform over a large hanger like area. The floor below was a lot for different trucks and cars and just like Jamaica was filled with crates, but aside from crates there were huge barrels that were marked C17H19NO3 he recognized the chemical formula but couldn't place it with all the things going on in his mind. There were a lot of people on the floor below and it was obvious that all the shipping was done here. The trucks had to go out from somewhere so it must be somewhere near here or there must been some kind of path that lead to the outside. Unless Acosta was shipping his goods to another hide out of his the path must lead to a main road. Recalling what he could of his last escape attempt Bond frowned, this one would have to be more fluent and beneficial. There were large trucks Bond noticed. Not armored but they looked very powerful. At the front of the large floor was a colossal metal sheet that served as a gate, much like a common garage door. That was the way out Bond could feel it, but there had to be a way to open it. He inched closer on the platform to look around more and saw that on the far left wall there was a small box that was marked with the colors yellow and black. Whatever it was it did something and that was what mattered.

Bond didn't bother to waste any more time and went back through the hallway and into the beautiful room, there were men in the hall now and Bond didn't have the patience to wait for them to leave, he took out one of the cartridges from one of his guns and swiftly engaged the three men. All three went for there guns and Bond was quick to fight them hand to hand and using the cartridge to his two of the men over the head and knocking them out and kicking the last man in the stomach and punching him out of the fight. Bond jogged up the staircase quickly and entered the darkness. To his surprise the staircase lead to yet another door which he opened without thinking twice.

On the other side the lavishness of the previous continued, red and gold draped the new hallway, but it was obvious that this room was being used for a living space and not for some type of operation. Bond returned the cartridge back into the gun and walked on. Not before long he found a door which Bond was sure was Paris' room. The problem was that there was no security, even the few people Bond had come into contact with didn't reflect Acosta's resources, in all ways, to Bond, this was too easy. He knocked on the door and waited for a guard to answer but instead he heard something else.

"Go away!" Paris' voiced called out from the other side, Bond knocked again this time a little more forceful and on the other side of the door he could hear Paris shuffling from where she was and coming closer to the door. Two locks clicked before the door came open, before Paris could lash out with her sharp tongue Bond held her mouth and gave her a reassuring look.

"Good evening" Bond whispered, Paris was in shock to see him there.

"James!" She exclaimed, he smiled and before Bond could notice the two had engaged in a small kiss. The kiss, however small it was, was something different for Bond; all at once he felt it was protocol, odd and the right thing to do. For a moment he was he was taken aback but then he gained his edge again.

"I think I found a way out but you'll have to be careful if you want to get pass all the security." He explained.

"Most of the guards are helping with the shipments that are coming in and out today…" She explained. "... I over heard Julio saying this is the biggest shipment yet." She explained herself.

"I think I saw the shipping dock…" Bond said. "…It's the only way out I could find." Bond answered.

"That's where everyone is." Paris muttered.

"We'll be fine…" Bond said, Paris gave him a look obviously referring to his last rescue attempt. "…I'll be careful." Bond added.

The two of them snuck back into the large room, when they arrived they could hear the elevator going down, Bond was quick to worry. He handed Paris one of the guns and went to the elevator door and took out the crow bar and wedged it open.

"What are you doing?" Paris asked, Bond turned to her briefly.

"If someone came by this floor they would have seen those guards over there…" Bond pointed to the men he had defeated a little earlier. "…So I'm going to make a larger distraction." He signaled for her to pass him the gun and she did so. Bond leaned forward and pressed the gun onto the thick wire.

"James…" Paris called nervously. He looked at her with a smile.

"It's going to get a little chaotic…" Bond admitted. "…stay by me." He didn't take his eyes off of her and started to shoot, the wire snapped and the elevator started to plummet to the ground, and then there was a short pause followed by a monstrous crash that shook the entire ground and Bond ran over to Paris and grabbed her arm and ran her back to the platform.

007

The shipping dock was in chaos!

Acosta's men were running around trying to protect the assets and identify the cause of the crash. The elevator served as not only a distraction but also kept guards from counting to show up. Even though there were a lot of guards already it didn't mean that he needed more trouble. Before walking full out into the platform Bond looked at Paris and took out the hand gun.

"Do you know how to use one of these…?" he asked, Paris gave him a frightened look. Bond took the safety off and handed it to her. "…you see anyone you pull this, six shots then pull this and put one of these in. Got it?" He asked, she looked confused at the gun but then nodded.

"Where are you going!" She asked frightened. He started onto the platform.

"To get a car."

Bond raced on to the platform and took a few shots down below to excite the chaos, he found the ladder and tossed himself onto it and slid down to the floor. He hit the ground and spun the gun and smacked a guard to the ground before throwing himself to the ground while shooting some more into the crowd. Bond ran as fast as he could to the nearest truck with the back open. He threw himself into it and behind some of the metal containers that were also marked with the chemical formula C17H19NO3 took out the cartridge and put in a new one. He looked out and shot randomly, when he did he saw that the guards were now on to him and directing there fire towards him, the bullets were getting more precise, so Bond turned and gritted his teeth as he push the containers with his feet until some fell off the truck and rolled into his advancing aggressors, he took that opportunity to jump out the back and to the drivers seat, he slung the door open as hard as he could, he pointed the gun at the man trying to start the truck.

"Move over to the passenger seat…!" Bond demanded, the man threw his hands up and obeyed Bond jumped into the truck and turned it on. "…open that door!" He demanded some more, the man obeyed and Bond pushed him out and slammed the truck into reverse driving backwards. If Bond was hitting anyone he didn't care he drove chaotically back to the platform as bullets flew around him and on to the truck. With a hard crash the truck hit the platform and Bond shot out his window and fired to cover himself.

In a flash he was standing outside the truck shooting at every person he saw, he stole a glance above him and saw Paris waiting in fear.

"Come down!" Bond yelled over the many explosions, at first she looked shock but she quickly ran down the platform to the ladder and started to climb down. Bond offered as much cover fire as he could with the automatic he was carrying, Paris climbed down quickly and didn't take a shot when people ere shooting at her.

"James!" Paris exclaimed, James waved her over and took a shot behind her hitting a man in the arm.

"Get in the passengers seat!" Bond yelled, she ran past him and Bond fired a few more times before going back into the truck. As Paris got into the truck Bond started driving off, Paris gripped her seat and seat and put on her seatbelt. Ahead of them, where the giant gate was, a blockade was already being set up, there was no way to get pass the blockade and the gate without destroying the truck and having what happened last time.

"Hold on!" Bond ordered, he spun the well heinously and the truck lifted up on two wheels for a moment, and then turned around. On the opposite side of the platform there was another large gate but this one was lifted, and beyond that another gate that was down. There wasn't a barricade there and if it was an exit then he could crash through it and escape. Bond careened in the direction and didn't bother to worry about any of the people in the way. He looked at Paris, who was terrified, and felt a sinking feeling. There was something about her, not the situation, which was making him feel as if things were hopeless. Bond brought his focus back to the situation at hand. It was long before he passed under the gate, at the exact moment something seemed very off, an instinct of his went off and before he could place it an explosion rocked the entire truck and sent it careening on its side.

Before the truck hit the side Bond was ejected out of the door which was slammed opened. Bond slid across the ground for a moment and then he was standing up trying to piece together had happened. Paris was most likely fine the truck had fallen on the driver's side, Bond went towards the truck and then he stopped. There was an explosion, explosion didn't just happen. Bond quickly whipped out the hand gun and pointed ahead of him being cautious.

"Paris…!" Bond yelled. "...no matter what stay in the truck until I say so!" Bond walked on. Something flashed from the corner of his eyes, Bond quickly turned to see what it was.

Petrovski.

Without even thinking Bond ran towards him, catching Petrovski was important, Bond doubted that Petrovski would allow Bond and Paris to leave her, not alive at least. Before Bond could get to Petrovski a different explosion surprised Bond. The large gate fell down and blocked him from the other section of the floor where all the other guards were and the truck. Bond didn't worry about it, when the time came he'd figure out what to do with that. Bond stalked around for a moment and tried to place where Petrovski was. As far as he knew Petrovski wasn't a man of immense skill, all Bond had to do was find him and shoot him, simple and easy. That's his job, and as deranged as it seemed, he enjoyed it.

007

Petrovski hadn't killed him on the first shot. Petrovski had messed up something too simple. He cursed in his head, how could he not have killed Bond? Now he had to face him head on. If he stayed hidden maybe he could sneak up on him and shoot him. It didn't make any sense this was James, goddamn, Bond.

This had gone too far, Petrovski was being paid to make weapons for Acosta not baby sit this woman or fight James Bond, this would cost extra. This entire encounter would be tallied and added to the amount he was being paid. If Petrovski could get passed the K.G.B, who always played with as many dirty tricks as possible, then he could deal with a stiff British agent.

Petrovski could see Bond, he had a good vantage point to Bond's side, it was a matter of waiting for Bond to get into a position where he couldn't turn fast enough to counter Petrovski.

Petrovski had brought along the armband Ramos had made, that should be enough to take care of Bond, after all he was just one man. Petrovski watched Bond's movements carefully, from the way his feet were positioned to how he kept his gun ready. Everything about Bond screamed with recklessness, how he had become such a reputable pain in the ass. How was this man who had, more or less, brought about the end of S.P.E.C.T.R.E? From everything that had just happened, Bond's capture and failed escape attempt, he didn't seem highly competent.

As of now Petrovski was proving to be habitual in getting himself into trouble that he was not being paid for, James Bond was not a person he'd thought he'd meet, let alone confront, when he signed up to help Acosta. About a year ago, Petrovski remembered, someone asked him to go legit. They said that if he made a legal business in the United States that the U.S. would protect him from the soviets who were after him. Petrovski never believed that and now with the revelation that at least one American was working for the K.G.B. it seems even more unbelievable that the American's were capable of stopping the Russians.

It suddenly occurred to him that if there was anyone who could discourage the soviets from chasing him it was Bond. There was trend lately of the Soviet Union abandoning certain plans because it seemed as if the British Secret service was getting involved, it could only mean that they were planning something that they didn't want to risk having MI6 find out about and in turn ruin it. As for now though this could provide some cover, if Bond could be kept alive and the Soviets could be confused to think that Bond was after Petrovski then they might just abandon looking for him.

This was great! All of this was turning out in his favor, all he had to do was just lose Bond, even aide in his escape and then use Acosta's situation to create a fake investigation against himself and he could be home free. As he figured the American's and the British were only interested in getting Acosta and that the only reason they were bothering with Petrovski was because he was a direct link. He had to ensure that that link become broken, or even better useless, that way he could slip away unnoticed. If Bond knew exactly where Acosta was then he was no longer an essential a part of the investigation. From there Bond was Acosta's problem, he's always so calm in the first place, he'd probably be more than happy to see Bond show up in that little base of his in the states.

Petrovski stepped out of his hiding space a little and kept the arm band aimed at Bond. Petrovski stalked a little trying to figure out how to get Bond to escape and himself at the same time.

"Mr. Bond…" Petrovski said non-threateningly, Bond spun around with the gun directly at Petrovski. Petrovski kept his body ready to run but also try to give off the feeling that he meant no harm to Bond.

"Mr. Petrovski." Bond answered back; he didn't let the gun relax at all.

"I have a plan for us." Petrovski said, Bond raised an eyebrow and for a moment looked beyond Petrovski but then back to his gaze.

"I wasn't aware there was an 'us' but go on." Bond said, Petrovski let the armband fall a little to his side so Bond could see there was no hostility from Petrovski, Bond watched the arm go down but didn't relax his own arm.

"I don't want to get into an altercation with you…" Petrovski started. "…there's no reason for two grown men to get into a fight over something neither of us could care less about." Petrovski explained.

"I didn't get that impression when you blew up my truck." Bond answered, Petrovski made an expression that Bond couldn't really read.

"That was a rash decision…" Petrovski explained. "…I'm offering you the opportunity to walk out of here without any trouble." Petrovski offered.

"Go on." Bond simply answered.

"There's switch behind you that opens the gates, you'll come out with me and I'll walk you right out of here without incident." Petrovski announced; Bond gave a slight glare and turned slightly backwards to see the switch.

"What do you gain from all of this?" Bond asked.

"You leave I avoid any trouble, I'm not getting paid to kill you…" Petrovski explained. "…It would really be a waste of my time." Petrovski continued. Bond let his arm relax to his side.

"Fine." Bond answered. 'Yes!" Petrovski exclaimed in his head, he had done it!

"Good, the gate behind you has some trucks; we'll get in one of those and get out of here." Petrovski explained.

"What about Paris?" Bond asked, Petrovski frowned he had forgotten to factor her in. She didn't like him as it was but if he could give her what she wanted she may be compelled to put that behind her.

"We'll get her she can do and go wherever she pleases." Petrovski said. Bond nodded and started towards the switch.

Petrovski couldn't believe that this was happening, it was working all he had to do was get out of here. Petrovski turned to the gate and was prepared to keep the guards at bay; he suddenly remembered that he hadn't differentiated the different switches.

"Bond…" Petrovski said turning back to face him, but as he said it he realized Bond was gone. Petrovski looked around in complete fear, somehow he had disappeared. Petrovski put up the armband again if this was some type of trick Petrovski wasn't going to let it work. He ran towards the switch and when he reached it, it seemed as if it hadn't been disrupted at all. He turned to look for Bond but he was staring down the barrel of a gun.

"I think I changed my mind." Bond muttered sarcastically; for once in a long time Petrovski had become completely enraged.

"What are you doing?" Petrovski asked.

"I'm getting out of here and getting you out of my hair." Bond explained; Petrovski glared at Bond.

"So you're just going to kill me?" Petrovski asked; Bond didn't think about his answer.

"No, I'm going to leave you here to deal with Acosta…" He pointed the gun down at Petrovski's foot but before he could shoot Petrovski swung his arm and hit Bond in the face with the arm band. Bond's body hit the ground and slid across the floor his gun landed not to far from him. Petrovski went to open the gate but Bond had grabbed his gun and made a sloppy shot at Petrovski's hand. Despite the fact that he missed Petrovski jumped back and pointed the armband at Bond. Before Bond could take another shot something shot out of the armband, for a moment Bond thought as if he was shot but the thing that shot out landed near Bond. The small round metallic ball spun around quickly, for some reason Bond got a bad feeling about the little thing and jumped up quickly. As Bond made it to his feet he saw Petrovski touch a panel on his armband and a moment later an explosion erupted behind him, Bond's body flew through the air and landed harshly back on to the ground. Again he dropped his gun and it landed directly in front him, as he grabbed for it Petrovski kicked it away and kicked him in the face.

"Damn it!" Petrovski cursed in his mind, everything was going well at first and now this, Bond was so stupid! He had everything put in front of him on a platter and now he had ruined the whole thing. Petrovski attempted to shoot at Bond again but Bond kicked his hand away and the bomb went astray. Bond kicked the legs from under Petrovski and he hit the floor. Bond was up in a flash and he pointed the gun at Petrovski but he kicked Bond in the stomach and also got up. The two of them engaged in a hand to hand fight for a moment and somehow Bond managed to rip the armband off of Petrovski's arm, distracted by the armband coming off Bond examined the armband for a moment giving Petrovski the chance to kick him away. Using this new opportunity Petrovski ran towards the gate, Bond at first went to chase but saw there was a switch Bond was afraid that if Petrovski managed to open the gate guards might flood in. He had to stop him, but how?

Petrovski ran to the gate, he had to get out of here, this entire plan had worked out the very opposite of how he intended it to. But he'd be damned if he wouldn't get the hell out of here before Bond pulled one of his famous: blow everything to smithereens and then ask questions. Acosta had left him here with Bond; he was sometimes such an asshole. If Acosta wanted Bond detained he should have left Wolffe here to deal with this type of mess! Petrovski threw himself to the wall and onto the switch; he looked back and saw Bond grappling with the armband. For one moment it didn't seem threatening, even if he managed to shoot something out Petrovski was far enough to get away. Then something snapped in his mind, he was brought back a couple of moments earlier. Bond had kicked his arm away sending one of the bombs flying towards the gate, where he was now. Petrovski looked down and indeed not far from him there was a tiny little metal sphere looking up at him with a metallic glaze kept Petrovski's gaze. Moment from Bond snapped him out of the bomb's glare. Petrovski looked at Bond's movements and saw him push a familiar button on the armband.

007

The explosion rocked Bond and Petrovski's body was lifted clean into the air and engulfed in hellish flames. Bond fell back on his behind and sat and watched as the flames scattered and started to die down. Bond stood up and brushed himself off. He threw the armband to the floor.

"That was a blast." He sarcastically mumbled. Bond jogged to the switches behind him and opened the gate to the other trucks that Petrovski had mentioned. Despite what Bond thought Petrovski wasn't lying there were a few trucks and a little station, Bond walked into the little station and pulled out the keys to the truck labeled four.

Bond went back to the other gate, which now had a hole in it, went through the hole and back to the damaged truck. To his surprise the other gate fell that separated the damaged truck to the main hall where the guards roamed.

"Paris…" Bond called; he yanked open the passenger seat door and Paris jumped out.

"I'm fine…" Paris said with her familiar attitude; she looked around and noticed Bond's lip was bleeding a little. "…What happened?" She asked pointing to his lip; Bond touched his lip and observed the blood that remained on his finger.

"I had an explosive run in with Petrovski..." Bond answered. "…There are some trucks over here." Bond explained.

"Have you got a plan?" Paris asked Bond; Bond thought for a moment and realized his plan wasn't really put together. As of now it consisted only of escaping, which wasn't very detailed.

"Yes." Bond lied; Paris got into the jeep and Bond went over to the switch again.

"Is that going to open the gate?" She asked.

"Yes, but when I open the gate we'll have to be fast in getting out and find a main road…" Bond explained. "…I'm going to need your help in order to get out of here." Bond concluded.

"Fine." She tersely answered; Bond put his hand against the switch and thought for a moment. This was going to be the end; they were going to get out of this alive. Bond flipped the switch and ran to the truck, slammed the door and pushed the key into the ignition and floored the acceleration.

The truck stalled for a moment and then trusted forward much faster than Bond thought it would, the gates raised up slowly but the truck careened past it into the main area.

The entire area was block off Bond maneuvered as best as he could around the barriers. The bullets started up again, but this time Bond was focus, the sun from the open gate was giving him the anxiousness he needed to get there. Bond crashed through a barricade and the sound ofthe collision was only overshadowed by the sound of the gate starting to come down.

"Get me that gun!" Bond ordered; Paris went behind his seat and picked up an automatic and handed it to Bond. Bond show out his side window and pointed the gun outside and starting shooting ahead of the truck. The truck swerved chaotically as Bond steered with one hand, Paris held on as hard as she could as the car began to straighten and crash through everything, the gate was coming down quickly and Bond was heading right towards it. Paris tried to estimate if they were going to make it or not, but it seemed as if the gate was going to be too low to get the truck under.

Bond pushed the truck as fast as it could, no longer where the bullets and the barricades any worry to him what was most important was getting outside. His entire focus was on getting outside, trucks were strong, it would last as long as they got out. The truck made a hard bump and was trusted right into the outside. Bond felt like taking a breath of relief but as he got the truck out there were other cars coming after them.

The truck sped on the road and the trees went by in a blur, the greens flurry mixed in with the dull grey of the road created a scene that was almost not of this world. Bond looked around to see if he could spot any other cars on the road and determine if there was a main road that led into the city. Something where he could use traffic as cover to get away; as of now though he saw nothing, Bond stole a glance into the rearview mirror and saw two cars and two motorcycles coming his way. Bond steered the truck further to the right to let one of the motorcycles pass. The roar of the motorcycle passing got stronger and Bond looked at it as it passed. Bond suddenly jerked the wheel to the left and the truck hit the side of the bike, the driver jumped off and grabbed onto the space where Bond's mirror would be and started to climb into the truck. Bond calmly brought back the automatic gun and pointed it to the driver's head when it came pass the door's frame.

"Good afternoon…" Bond jested; from the visor of the helmet the driver's eyes widen. "…I'll see you out." Bond kicked the door open and the man flew off of it, Bond leaned forward and pulled the closed. Bond pulled the truck closer to the left and looked into the rearview mirror and saw men sticking they're bodies out the windows with the same automatic weapons.

"James, up ahead!" Paris warned, Bond saw that the road went up and he couldn't see what was coming next.

"Go into the back and undo some of those canisters…" Bond ordered. "…We might as well give them a hard time." Bond muttered. The truck started upward and Bond tried to keep the truck as steady as possible, he could hear Paris undoing the straps on the canisters; shortly thereafter she reappeared.

"Ok." She said when she came back, Bond looked at her quickly.

"Do you think you can drive for a moment?" Bond asked, Paris gave him a look of uncertainty but then it dissolved.

"Yes I can." She answered, Bond nodded and she put her hands on the wheel as he got up and went into the back. Bond looked around and found the four canisters she set loose, he moved over to the doors and kicked them open, wind screamed inside and the bullets started to him. Bond ducked down and got himself behind one of the canisters. As hard as he could he pushed the heavy object it moved a little but Bond had to stop, the canister was too heavy. Bond positioned himself and with all his might kicked the canister and it flew out the doors of the truck. The canister hit the road and bounced up a little and hit the front of one of the cars. The car swerved for a moment and then went off the road and crashed somewhere below. Bond positioned himself again to kick another canister but a bullet came too close and he fell back. When he hit the floor the entire truck jerked violently and his body was thrown out of the doors, Bond grabbed the edge of the truck and pushed upwards. His feet were inches away from the ground that sped along under him.

"Paris!" Bond screamed but the sound of the wind, truck and bullets rushing by consumed his words. Bond's body flailed around only staying on the truck because he was now grasping a canister of the mystery mixture. Bond pulled as hard as he could, helpless to avoid the bullets which rained around him. Not before long his body was on the truck and he crept to the door as the truck roughly swerved around on the road.

When the door opened Paris was taken a little by surprised, but it dawned on her that it couldn't really have been anyone else but Bond. Bond grabbed her arm to signal she didn't have to drive anymore. Quickly they switched roles and Bond was back to driving.

"I saw something while you were back there." She started; the explosions of bullets had slowed but probably only meant that the men were reloading.

"What was it?" Bond asked stealing a glance into the rear view mirror He could see the car and motorcycle had backed off a lot more than made sense for capturing him. He took a mental note and looked back at the road.

"It was a truck…" Paris pointed to a large cluster of trees to the left and ahead of where they were. "…it wasn't one of Acosta's though." She finished; Bond put the statement into context and subsequently got the relevance of her mentioning it.

"Main road." He said she nodded; it had been what he was looking for, if could lose them on a main road and make it into a town he could disappear without much problem. Bond assumed that that meant there was a merging road up ahead, if Bond was lucky there'd be traffic, but not heavily. This truck wasn't the ideal vehicle to be driving and maneuvering around in, regardless of the fact though he'd rather take the chance with traffic than an open road.

Again he looked at he rearview mirror, the car and motorcycle had fallen back far. 'Too far'. Bond looked around quickly and suspiciously, his eyes darted back and forward. 'It had to be around here.' He thought, he looked into the side view mirror and then went back to looking around.

"What is it?" Paris asked distressed by his actions. At first Bond didn't acknowledge her but after a moment or two he looked at her.

"Something isn't…" His voice trailed off and his eyes began to look away from Paris, staring behind her, before she could look back to see what Bond was looking at, he grabbed her by the neck and pushed her down simultaneously turning the car into a hard left turn.

Bullets invaded the truck from Paris' side; another group of cars had come up from a lower road. One car hit the side of the truck hard enough to lift it off the ground for a moment. Bond, however, was more concerned with being on the main road now rather than the new group of cars. The cars weren't normal though, they were very small, so small in fact that they could only fit two people in them, they had to have been specially made. It couldn't have been made in the place he'd just escape from, making cars took a lot of space and there was no proof. It only meant that somewhere, possibly in this large plant he had either built or was building in New Mexico, there was an even larger base of operations.

The road made a sharp right turn which Bond obeyed causing the truck to screech loudly among the roaring cars. Bond quickly realized that the small cars didn't only differ in size but also were superiorly faster than the average car. Not before long the small cars had managed to wedge themselves on either side of the truck and didn't fall off the road. To Bond's surprise the car on his side opened its doors and someone jumped out; a small thud accompanied there after. Bond wasn't exactly sure what was happening but the cars didn't directly engage the truck at all. Up ahead there was a smaller truck and from what Bond could see it was carrying a large flower bed in the back. As of now it was in the way, there was no way Bond could get past it, but ahead of that truck the road seemed to widen. The truck ahead almost guaranteed a town up ahead, unless it was delivering to a funeral home or something of that nature. That was good, all he to do was follow the flower truck and then get into town, after that he could-

"James!" Paris yelled a moment later her window was smashed in and a hand came in and grabbed Paris, perplexed for only a moment Bond did nothing. The entire body of the man appeared and tried to grab Paris out of the car, Bond leaned over but his body was suddenly grabbed and pulled back.

Bond found himself punched in the face before he could even piece together that this man was the one who jumped out of the car. On both of the men's arms there were large suction devices that obviously were used to hold on to the side of the truck. Bond grappled with the man who had a unusually sound grip, the man's body was almost completely inside the truck, Bond grabbed the man by the neck and tried to suppress him. One of the man's hand struggled with Bond, but what Bond didn't notice was that the other hand was reaching for something. Before Bond could stop the man from reaching the gun it was alright out. The gun was of the same surprise as the cars, it was a miniature shotgun. The size of the gun made it look laughable, but Bond already knew that it was far beyond that. He tried to keep the gun facing somewhere non threatening but between that, driving the truck, and trying to keep an eye on Paris that task was getting to be almost next to impossible. Somehow, in the immense chaos, the gun managed to get wedged between the man and the steering wheel. The only way the man could pull the gun out was to retreat back out the window. Bond elbowed the man in the face as hard as he could, only to be counter attacked with a very hard punch that sent his neck all the way to the right. While his face was in that direction he could see Paris was more or less holding her own against the man she was fighting with. This gave him a mild peace in his mind; at least he didn't have to immediately worry about Paris. The man grabbed Bond and pulled him towards the window, as if he was going to pull Bond out. The two men weren't fighting much because their hands were so intertwined, in this bodily confusion somehow, someone managed to pull the trigger of the gun and a loud violent explosion ripped through the truck. In the scare Bond was able to push the man back out the window and he gave a loud scream before he hit the ground. Bond went to grip the steering wheel but to his dismay the entire thing had been blown off, Bond grabbed the gun and pushed it roughly into the face of the man who was harassing Paris and that man suffered the same fate as the first.

Paris exhaled a sigh of relief; Bond did the same, Paris looked at the steering wheel and her eyes went wide.

"What are we going to do?" She asked; Bond was visibly upset, he looked down at the guns.

"We're going to have to stop and deal with them." Bond truthfully answered; Paris' face seemed morbid but there was something with the way Bond was carrying himself in the last few moments that assured her that he was going to get them out of here. Suddenly she could feel a drive in this man that she hadn't seen in him or any other man before. His power was alluring, the way his anger became a confident fury was so enticing.

"I trust you." She added; to Bond that was more than three words, when she said that she gave Bond all the ammunition he needed to get them out of here alive. Bond had a license to kill and now was the time to use it.

"First I've got to stop this truck." Bond said; he moved his foot to step on the brake, but to his surprise his foot went through a hole. Bond quickly pulled his foot out of the hole and glared at the hole.

"God damn it!" Paris hissed; Bond grimaced and looked around, the flower truck was still ahead of them, there were a lot of flowers.

Suddenly he had a plan, but the acceleration would have to work to implement it. With a bit of a prayer Bond pushed down harder on the pedal and the truck sped up a little. "Good" he thought. He pressed down hard on it and the burst of speed was obvious.

"I have a plan…" Bond said. "…I still need your help however" Bond went on; Paris nodded.

"Whatever you need." Paris offered; Bond gestured at the guns and looked at her.

"Pass me one of those guns and then undo strap another canister in the back." Bond dictated; Paris got up and obeyed, Bond took the gun and looked into her eyes for a moment. In that everything stopped, for that moment they were connected and safe. They both knew this was it and then it passed she was out of his sight. Bond turned to the broken window and started shooting at the car; he attacked the car with as many bullets as he could, the car swerved and fell back, part one was done. Paris returned and put her hand on his shoulder.

"Good girl" Bond said and he got up and gestured for her to take the wheel for a moment. Bond got up and went into the back and struggled to lift one of the canisters. After a loud and laborious sigh Bond returned with the canister, Paris got up to help him but he made a face the insisted that she just move out his way. Gruffly Bond landed the canister on the accelerator and the Truck sped up.

"You're going to have to jump off the truck…" Bond blandly stated, Paris seemed to protest in her face but there was no other idea she could come up with, "…The truck is going to come up to that flower truck and we're going to jump in unnoticed." Bond explained; Paris wrinkled her face thinking how dangerous it seemed.

"Where are we going to jump from?" She asked.

"The driver's seat door…" Bond went on. "…it'll have to be quick because the truck is going to go off a cliff in a moment." Bond finished; Pairs was surprised by his calm demeanor, every word that came from Bond's mouth was without much expression, in fact the aloofness to the current situation registered to Paris as anger.

Bond kicked open the door and looked back to see if the car was coming back around but as he had hoped the rain of bullets had prompted the drivers to try and stop the truck rather than stop Bond. The truck was catching up with the smaller shabbier truck, which sometimes sputtered and was inconsistent in its own speed. The jump would have to be precise, the turn was coming up and the truck would need to catch up to the other before the turn because after the turn Bond had no doubt that the road would widen and the cars would be back on his side again. This way they could escape unnoticed, if there was one thing that Bond had learned it was that being the only thing that was worse than dying was being alive and hunted, and that the only thing that was better than being alive was being mistaken for dead. That was exactly what he intended to do; if Acosta thought Bond was dead it would be easier to get in and out of his affairs. The safety line was thin however, if the truck didn't reach the truck before the turn then the plan was finished, plus if anyone of the people saw Bond and Paris jump on the back of the truck Bond would have to find another plan to get them out of that mess.

Before he knew it it was time to jump. Bond picked up the guns and gave it to Paris.

"When you jump take these with you." He explained; she nodded and took the guns. Paris didn't see but Bond frowned, this was going was going to be close. The back of the flower truck was at the fender of Bond's truck.

"What about the door?" Paris asked; but Bond was ahead of her he had the mini shotgun and blasted the door off the truck, the lines of the road were speeding by and it made Paris a bit nauseous for a moment but she looked away and as the back of the flower trucks got closer, she readied herself to jump. Bond touched her arm for a moment.

"Don't be scared." He said; she smiled and nodded.

When she jumped she hit the flowers like a soft bed, her bodied bounced a little but other than that she was fine, Bond was relieved and leaned forward to jump and when he tossed his body the entire truck jerked.

His entire jump was interrupted when the truck swerved a little, What Bond couldn't see was that one of the men had shot the back tire of the truck and it was starting to careen out of control. Bond's body landed an inch off of target and he found himself hanging off the end of the truck. Paris leaned over the truck and tried to pull him up, but the truck they had been occupying careened into the flower truck and his body flailed about and she almost was tossed out.

"Go hide..!" Bond demanded. "…get under the flowers and hide!" Bond demanded as the flower truck was roughly pummeled by the larger truck, Bond's feet touched the ground with a horrid screech, reflexively he pulled them up and tried to gain a grip on something, but the flowers were so silky and every time he rested his arms on something the flowers ensured that he slipped back.

The truck stalled for a moment and Bond thought he may have been thrown off the truck but instead his body was thrown into the mound of flowers. With that he put the rest of his body into the flowers and clutched Paris' body under the flowers.

Not a moment later there was a terrible groaning and then a loud crashing that shook the ground under the truck, Bond sighed and rested for a moment.

The truck stopped and Bond could feel it turn around, the driver got out and had a small conversation with the men who were in the cars. The men were extremely dismissive but the flower truck driver was there equal, if not superior, in being nosey.

"Was there anyone in there?" Bond heard the man ask; there was a long pause that Bond could sense was to dismiss the man from getting or wanting an answer but to his surprise after a long while one of the men answered.

"Yes but however it was they're dead now." The man answered; this gave Bond a good feeling and he relaxed.

"You'd be wise not to mention this to anyone…" a new man started. "…We have to tell the authorities and make a report." The man finished; Bond could hear the truck driver grumble but also agree and not before long they were moving again.

007

Bond and Paris were let out in a small village, When they emerged from the flowers the driver had quite a scare but Bond reassured the man that everything was fine and that he and his lady friend were just trying to find a hotel after being lost in the woods for days. The man then smiled when he saw Paris and shrugged off the situation.

Bond and Paris walked around and eventually found a suitable spot to find a dress and suit. After shopping for a bit they found a nice hotel a couple of miles west of the town. Bond was doing all he could to ease Paris' nerves. She wasn't a British agent or of any denomination of that sort and she had been through one hell of a ride. So for the rest of the day he didn't mention Acosta or any of the preceding events until dinner. They were sitting down, each of the drinking their respective drinks, Bond with his usual Vodka martini and Paris with a Tequila straight up, when Paris voiced an opinion.

"It won't be long until Acosta sends for that Wolffe character to find me…" She said. "…or worse Acosta comes personally" Paris said calmly, her words betrayed her feelings, despite the fact that she was expressing her fear she was very calm and almost stoic.

"I have my doubts about that…" Bond said as he sipped his drink, he looked her in the eyes. "…they think you and I are dead, and I'm sure his men would rather report us dead rather than admit to Acosta that they lost the two of us." Bond said; Paris shrugged she genuinely seemed uninterested in the subject now.

"He'll be more wary of you now that you killed Petrovski." Paris said after a long moment. Bond sat back and thought for a moment to answer the question.

"Whatever connection Petrovski gave him is now lost…" Bond answered. "…It would have been helpful if I knew what it was." Bond said; Paris nodded.

"Well it's over now." She said.

"Indeed it is." Bond said.

Despite all they had been through, that was the extent of the dinner, there was no further bonding, however it was simply because each was waiting for the other to make a move, this was out of character for both the man and the woman but they had managed to do it to one another. When they reached the hotel the sudden decision came from Paris to share a room and Bond followed easily.

The two of them were not too long involved in a fest of sexual crescendo, they were passionate and they were reckless. The world spun, there was too much involved in this sex for Bond, it hadn't been like this with the others. He cared for them, sure, but he most certainly didn't love them. Paris offered something that only one woman had done before. When they had finished and she had fallen asleep Bond laid up most of the night wondering what had happened, she had gotten close, and she had seen Bond in a way that no one had seen him before. Worse than pain, worse than fear, but love it was the only thing a gun was powerless against. His heart pounded loudly and he closed his eyes to calm it afraid that Paris would hear and not before long he was asleep.

The sound of the phone ringing persistently woke him, in a groggy daze he reached over to find out what the hell the people downstairs could possibly want from him in this hour of the morning. His arm fished around and he was forced to sit up and look with his eyes. Bond picked up the phone ready to give whoever decided to interrupt his sleeping an earful of anger. Roughly and hurting his ear a bit Bond placed the phone to his ear.

"Bond…" He answered, he was ready to start his barrage of attacks but the voice on the other end stifled him.

"Come back immediately 007." M's voiced said stern and terse. From the sound of M's voice something had happened, he seemed apprehensive, and thus closed this portion of the investigation.

"Yes sir" Bond answered and hung the phone up. It didn't take him long to dress and do all the necessary procedures for departure. When he was ready to leave he looked back and the sleeping woman in the bed. He then went to leave, when the door opened the bed rustled.

"Where are you going?" Paris asked, Bond turned to her and in her drowsiness she couldn't see the remorse in his eyes as he said:

"I'll be right back."