It all rushed back to him, the betrayal, the lust, the money, the power...Vesper.

He drove his silver Aston Martin DB5 opening a brown manila folder with his right hand which layed on the passanger seat. Looking back and forth to the road and the folder, he dug his hand inside. Pulling out two pieces of paper that were stapled, continuing his rummage, finding Le Chiffre's silver puffer.

"Hmph." James said aloud.

He then slipped the puffer in his suit jacket, maintaining his way down the road. Being told that he was to meet strictly at Hotel Splendide for further orders.

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He stepped out his vehicle, wearing a navy blue polo shirt, which was tucked into fitted blue jeans, also styling off his Armani sunglasses.

He walked inside the hotel, approaching the same lady from the last time he came, at the front desk. She looked up with a smile from behind her flawless straight black hair, with bangs dancing right above her eyebrows.

"Mr.Bond." she chirped.

"Yes. I assume you've got something for me?" he said bluntly, resting his forearms on the marbled counter.

"Yes."

She turned around, pulling out yet another manila sealed package, slipping it adjacent to his arms. He nodded at her, taking the package.

He pushed the button to go up on the elevator, releasing yet another sheet of paper, running his eyes on it. The faint chime of the elevator was heard, marching out onto the 5th floor on the beautiful Algerian styled ruby red rug. He slid his key card on door 429, discreetly opening the door.

The room was frigid, with an almost sinister feel. The lights were off, and all that was perceptible, was the light coming from a window to the right. James closed the door behind him, beginning to walk forward, inching to grab his gun.

Spinning hastily to the shadowed figure on his left, relived to see that it was only Le Chiffre, surley not looking too well. He was sitting in a golden chair, hands tied behind his back. He wore but a simple white polo shirt tucked into black Brioni pants. His eyes were puffed, looking as if he were in the process of crying, or feasibly just exhausted. His hair was all over the place, not in that mere comb-over that shaped his face. But he still had that same scar, over his left eye.

They glared at eachother with an empty feeling and silence, only to remember what they had both been through together. 'Pissed Off' was more of an appropriate term to explore James' true thoughts.

He looked to the right, recognizing one CIA member drowning in a pool of his own blood. Walking closer to examine a more desirable look, James took note of what a warm welcoming it was, having only to witness this rotting corpse lay lifelessly on the bed.

"Is it in the nature of a Double O to have his guests repugant, before meeting in flesh??" Le Chiffre asked aloud.

James slowly turned his head to look at him, frowning at him with his bleak blue eyes, immediately studying at his forehead, seeing that he was subsequently healed up. He roamed his eyes to level off Le Chiffre's, seeing that stupid look plastered on his face tilting his head to the right a bit, knowing he was studying Bond as hard as he could. James just looked away, taking his cellphone out of his pocket pressing a button, bringing it to his ear.

"M, we have a problem."

"As does the whole world." she cooed.

"The official is dead, bullet wound to the head. No evidence was left behind, only..."

Bond was quickly cut off, being grabbed by the neck from behind him. He dropped his phone, hearing M's desperate cries, "Hello!!? HELLO?! BOND?! Are you there Bond?!" James rolled the intruder off his back, making him flop on the bed, right on top of the dead CIA. James whipped out his gun, shooting the intruder right in between the eyes. Yet, falling flat like a pancake, having relentlessly another, 'Warm Welcoming' on his bed. He checked over at Le Chiffre, seeing him just watch mercylessly, alarming him that he showed no emotion in his face, but yet he was grossly entertained.

James bent down to pick up his phone, bringing it to his ear once more.

"Bond?? Bond?! What just happened?!" M cried.

"Send somebody to get these bodies cleaned up." James confirmed, shoving his gun in between his waist and belt line. "Just an intruder, something I'll be expecting I presume."

"Keep on your toes Bond, losing Le Chiffre is last on our agenda."

"Hmm, really? Seems to be the only thing I want to do."

"Does he know anything about it?" M questioned.

"I'll ask him later. That reminds me, his. ... Puffer --"

"Read the dosage." M replied, cutting him off.

"Is it required to give him it??" Bond said coldly looking over at a quite frustrated looking Le Chiffre. Just saying that so he would at least know that Le Chiffre had emotions, or was still even human.

"We want him alive Bond, not back here with a machine breathing for him."

"Just double checking. Mistakes do happen."

"They frequently do with you!" M replied enthusiastically.

James smiled to himself, "I'll talk to you soon M."