Tomb Raider: The Quest for PEPPERMINT

DarkPhoenix-24
8. Chapter 8

Rated: T - English - Adventure - Reviews: 50 - Updated: 02-20-10 - Published: 01-01-09 - id:4762400

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Author's Notes: wow…. It has been a very long time! I have been reading all of your reviews and I am so grateful for everyone's patience. I've been busy in college and earning my degree in Music Education takes first priority. Thank you for staying with our stories and we hope to be able to update more this year, especially during the next few months.

Chapter 8

Mr. Valcroy spat out some blood after Bond knocked him around a bit, "you are wasting your time, Bond."

James smirked, "Valcroy, I have other ways of getting information out of you, especially from experiencing tortures myself."

"Is that supposed to scare me, Bond?"

James turned around for a second to see the very faint silhouette of M behind the glass of the interrogation room. As soon as the silhouette left, James breathed a sigh of relief. He hated when M had to watch him become someone else entirely.

James took off his jacket and laid it on a chair, then proceeded to take off his belt.

Mr. Valcroy swallowed, "Oh, let's not get informal here."

James just kept this apathetic look on his face as he walked behind Mr. Valcroy. Mr. Valcroy stared at the mirrored glass in front of him to see James staring down at him from behind. Before he could say anything, he felt James' belt take a vice grip around his throat…

Lara stared at the piece of slab that was called PEPPERMINT. "What the bloody hell are you used for?"

Her phone started buzzing, "Yes, Zip?"

"So I was doing some research on the ancient civilization in Russia and I realized that there was some ritualistic pattern that kept showing up. Apparently when many people were migrating towards the America's, there was a witch doctor who would chant Fire Earth Air and Water, Send the unworthy ones to the slaughter whenever a member of the tribe would do something bad."

"What constitutes bad?" Lara replied.

Zip thought for a moment, "I guess if someone tried to take off or start a domestic disturbance. I don't know what their laws were!"

"Right, well then, what does PEPPERMINT do?"

Lara could hear Zip typing away on his computers, "According to this, and Alister helped too, it controls the four elements of the earth. It is rumored that the biggest Ice Age was activated by this witch doctor who felt that the world was being damned by lost spirits of innocents."

"So if this object gets in the wrong hands, there is no limit to what he or she can do." Lara replied.

Zip whistled, "You got a hold of it right?"

"Yes, but I'm afraid we still do not know who Valcroy is working for."

Lara hung up and put the coffin shaped marble back into the secure box.

"Good Morning, M." Q shouted over some noise.

"Good Morning, Q. How are the experiments?"

Q walked over to M, "I think we are having a major breakthrough on designing clothes that can be used as weapons."

M looked around, "Lovely. Would you mind keeping Ms. Croft busy?"

"Is there a problem?"

"She has been getting outside help and I don't like it." M said curtly.

"Sure. Ah, Ms. Croft, it is good to see you!" Q replied.

Lara walked over as M went back to her office. Q led her over to his weapons cache'.

"I trust you will be able to handle yourself better than Bond."

Lara smiled, "I'm sure. What are all these?"

"These are grapples, my lady. A different fit depending on the situation. Over here, there is this pen."

Q held up a silver pen and Lara looked at it quizzically, "What does it do? Write in poison?"

Q laughed, "No, of course not! It's a class 4 grenade. Click it three times to arm the 4 second fuse and click another three times to disarm the fuse."

"I haven't used one of those in a decade." Bond chimed in.

Lara looked to see James in his slacks and a wife beater. "Charming…"

Bond smirked, "So Q is showing around?"

"Now, Bond, you shouldn't interrupt the lady from her browsing." Q chimed in.

Lara noticed red and purple markings on James' hands, "No its fine and I think I am going to retire to my bedroom anyway."

"I'll walk you there." Bond replied.

As they walked down the hallway, Lara stopped Bond, "I have to know if you trust me."

"What is this about?"

"We can't work together if we don't trust each other. I've been burned many times because of trust issues."

Bond looked into Lara's eyes, "I do trust you but you have to trust M as well."

Lara smiled, "I don't think she likes me and she knows I'm getting outside help from Zip and Alister."

Bond smirked, "She will get over that, but she does know what she is doing."

"I believe you."

Venice, Italy

"I have called this meeting to order to discuss a transaction of funds."

The meeting hall of the Illuminati was still the same, but the new leader was a tall, slender man with long red hair. Even though the triangle was destroyed, the group still felt like it was their duty to be keepers of time. They wanted to be a stable governing system for the world during times of great darkness.

"Lord Pimms, it seems that we have a visitor."

Mr. Pimms set aside his black notebook and stood up, "Send him in."

"You are not your stuttering self anymore, Pimms."

Mr. Pimms face went pale as he saw Mr. Powell come into view in the hall. He came closer as the Illuminati members started whispering. Mr. Powell closed his eyes and smiled at the echoes that ringed in his ears of fear as the whispers became more frantic.

"M-Mr. P-Powell?"

Mr. Powell opened his eyes, "There's the Pimms that I know."

Mr. Pimms just sat down in his chair as Powell turned to address the members, "I know what you are thinking, he came back from the dead. Let's cut the bull crap, shall we? I never died; I was rejuvenated in my purpose here on earth. I realized that the Illuminati was a prison. So I am here to set you all free."

Before anyone could respond, a mass army of mercenaries came pouring in the hall and shot every member dead. Mr. Powell walked towards a very scared and whimpering Pimms that was begging on his knees for Powell not to kill him.

Mr. Powell opened his arms, "My very loyal and trusted friend, I still have use for you yet. I will not forsake you like this organization did."

"B-but this organization is-s-sn't the same as it w-was in the p-p-past!"

Mr. Powell gave a signal to the mercenaries and they started cleaning the bodies and tearing down everything. "It's not the same anymore, now."

Mr. Powell smiled as he walked away. Mr. Pimms had a black hood put over his head and was dragged away.