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"W--What?"
James eyes shriveled a bit, incapable to open his eyes fully, reviving from a deep sleep. His senses were awoken enough to find himself, sitting in the shower. Feeling each ice brisk water pellet rebound off his blonde hair, having his face and clothes drenched to a soak. His eyes opened wide, investigating his surroundings, challenging to use his mind to obliterate the bitter coldness that was wrapped around each skin exposed area. The glass was see through, sitting on a dull white tiled floor.
"It's like the blood is on my fingers." A voice then distorted, he then felt a slight nibble on his white shirt. He looked to his right, feeling the blood drained out from his body, his arms grew limp, maybe that's why he couldn't seem to swing them off the shoulders of Vesper.
"I can't get it off ... " She continued in a whisper, her voice flat and all.
James wasn't brain dead ... He knew this has already happened, he knew his mind was bluffing him. Every night, ever since those concluding moments with her .. These dreams. Kept repeating themselves, kept coming back. It made him think if he still loved her or not.
"I do." his conscious told him.
He had to put an end to this. No matter the agony, no matter this sacrifice, it was over. She's gone.
James got up, peeling himself off a desperate and consumed 'Vesper'. Her hair slicked to her shoulders, with her eyeliner and mascara bringing out those pain covered eyes with it's artly formed black lines. She looked up at him, in hurt. James bit his bottom lip frowning at this impostor.
"Ja ... James?" she then whimpered.
"Don't .. Say that." James uttered. "Don't .. Say that!"
He then viewed how ravishing, but broken Vesper looked in that same purple dress he had proposed her, with that sparkly sliver lining rearing attention to her breasts. This was going to be the last time he would look at this marvel ...
"Goodbye." James said.
He swung the door of the shower stall, slamming it shut. 'Vesper' screamed at the top of her lungs, pouring out her betrayal and grief. Every thumping step James took, it was like peeling off a glob of flesh without ease.
Le Chiffre continued to sit on the chair, feeling a sudden jolting pain on his wrists from being tied up for more than twenty four hours. He only got a couple hours of sleep, but of course, not as luxurious as James Bond. He watched as James tumbled in bed. As the rays of the sun highlighted the glimmer of sweat all over him.
"VESPER!" James yelled, sitting straight up, confirming Le Chiffre's assumptions.
Bond's chest pounded with each breath, feeling his wetness in reality realising that it was nothing but humanly sweat. He cleared this throat, aiming his eyes at what seemed to be a serene man across from him. James then galloped off the bed, heading into the washroom.
He walked out, dressed in a white dress shirt tucked into black dress pants, nearly mirroring Le Chiffre's attire. James headed towards the phone, dialing the number for room service.
"I would like to have your breakfast special." He then paused, "For two please. Oh, and while your at it. Bring up a bottle of whiskey." Another pause. "Yes, whiskey."
James put the phone down, walking up to his suitcase of things, rummaging around.
"How'd you sleep?" He asked aloud.
Le Chiffre didn't answer, but only visualized that Le Chiffre wasn't looking at the back of his head in such a civil way. James spun around to face him, holding his puffer in hand. He approached Le Chiffre who arched the right side of his mouth in an abhorred way, having his lips in a slight opening that it looked as if he were to bite James. He then stuck the puffer in between his lips, pressing down on the button, listening to Le Chiffre take in that fresh gasp of air. James paced back, placing it on the table. He went back through his rummage, bringing out his sleek black gun, loading it with ammo, sliding it in the gap between his belt buckle and his waist.
There was a knock at the door as James quickly obliged, walking through the attractive suite, who's golden furniture shun in the vivid clear sun. He came back in sight, reeling in a trolley with two plates stuffed with Sicilian sausage, honey cured bacon, vine ripened tomatoes, sautéed potatoes, scrambled eggs and berry pancakes served with maple syrup and cream, along with two glasses of orange juice, and Bond's requested whiskey with an extra glass.
Le Chiffre almost felt himself drooling, haven't eaten a thing for the past day or so. But he wouldn't show his vulnerability that easily. Unfortunately, his eye didn't comprehend the same, as a quick blot of blood revealed it's self. James detected it, as he pulled a white cloth from his clutter of stuff, wiping it off for Le Chiffre.
James pushed the trolley to the end of his bed, as he swung his legs over the edge, quickly digging in.
He chewed his food around in his mouth, looking up at Le Chiffre who's hunger wasn't as oblivious as he destined it would be. James reached over his plate, cutting up Le Chiffre's food items with his fork and knife, stabbing it hastily raising it to the front of Le Chiffre's face.
Le Chiffre just glared at the food, then back up at James.
"Come on now." James said, giving the fork and food a bit of a rattle.
Le Chiffre gave in to his hunger, opening his mouth, indulging himself in the blast of flavours.
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James took his last bite of his breakfast, also feeding off Le Chiffre's last bit, there was an impetuous tone coming from his unfolded laptop. He bounced off the bed, running his finger on the mouse control. He then quickly reached for his cellphone, speed dialing M.
"Hello?" M chirped.
"M, I got your message."
"Good, so it's confirmed?"
"Is this my replacement?"
"No." M said sturnly, "It's your help."
"I want out."
"James, this person has worked with us for years. I know it's hard for you to regain your trust, but please treat this with serious consideration!" M pleaded.
The corners of James' lips were pulled down, putting one hand on his hip as he slowly walked out to the balcony, soon being quite moved by the scenic grasps of nature.
"Why is it I was put with this? But not this ... 'Maxwell' person?" James demanded, "I bet Maxwell could do just as a better job to babysit."
"You've dealt with Le Chiffre long enough to know how he functions. Please Bond, we've been through this already!"
James walked back in, quickly walking to the trolley, pouring himself a drink of some whiskey, but in a moderate amount of course.
"Now, go meet Maxwell, and sort everything out. From there, I want you to report back to me right after. Is that understood James?"
"Yes."
"And while your out there, I want you to keep a keen eye on Le Chiffre. I want you to be mindful of your surroundings, because an assaination is bound to be planned, if not executed." M said with conern, "I also want you to be prudent too. You are now considered a target in this barbaric bloodbath 007."