London, England

The silence was unbearable. And quite frankly it was pissing Kay off. The cell she was in was an unnatural shade of white with a small bed in one corner and a toilet in another. There was a two sided mirror on the wall opposite the bed.

Kay Gunn was becoming agitated. Her left hand was handcuffed to the bed post and she couldn't move. Kay had decided hours ago it was pointless to try and get loose. She had almost dozed off when the door opened. She looked up and was quite surprised to see a familiar face.

"M! Still alive and kicking I see." Kay spat sarcastically.

"I could say the same to you." M shot back.

"Would you mind taking the cuffs off?" Kay waved her hand.

M ignored the question, "How much do you know about a man name Gerard Williams?"

"He's the son of Mark Williams; one of the only nine members my parents could identify. But you could never find enough to convict-," Kay stopped," You want me to finish what my parents started."

"No, the thieving ring your parents were in no longer exists. Eight of the members have all mysteriously died or disappeared. All of them left their "companies" to Mark who has also mysteriously died, leaving his entire estate to his son." M said in her usual monotone voice.

"Well that's great. Definitely something fishy, shame I don't care." Kay lay her head back down on the pillow and stared at the ceiling.

"We suspect Gerard had been selling weapons to third world countries. An informant told us that he is planning to break into a large store of weapons located in Russia. To confirm our suspicions he's been assembling a team of professionals. We need you to infiltrate the team." M drawled on.

"And I want to help you because?"

"A half a million and your records erased."

Kay thought about it, "Make it three quarters of a million and we have a deal."

Now it was M's turn to think," Fine."

"Cool, when do I start?" Kay grinned.

"I never said you were going alone. We don't trust you that much.007 will be there to keep an eye on you. "M smiled.

"A double-0, you have got to be kidding me?"

"I don't joke Miss Gunn." M said as she walked out.

"What's your favorite….color?" Jack asked.

James glared at Jack. For the last five hours Jack had been asking question like that, trying to provoke conversation. Jack was about to open his mouth again when his phone rang. James sighed with relief and walked outside. Seconds late Jack followed.

"That was M; the car is just down there." Jack pointed toward a black company car.

The trunk of the car popped open and James tossed his bag into the back. He slammed the trunk shut and slid into the car. Jack was sitting behind the driver seat and M was sitting in the passenger seat.

"Hello James." M greeted rather monotone.

"M, always a pleasure to see you." James said with a hint of sarcasm.

"This is your soon to be partner, Kay Gunn." M said handing a folder to him.

James opened the folder to a mug shot of a young woman.

"Kay Gunn, the name sounds familiar." James said.

"It should, she's wanted in at least eight other countries. She broke into the Louvre when she was 15." M replied.

James skimmed the file; the girl was wanted for practically every crime possible. The crimes ranged from petty theft to outright murder.

"Kay Gunn, twenty eight years old, born in New York City. Parents were part of a large thieving ring. When she was thirteen, her parents were arrested by us. We convinced them to go undercover. They were supposed to get information to arrest the nine leaders of the thieving ring. Sadly before they could give any information, they were discovered and killed. Kay blames us for her parents' death. Kay was put in a foster home, where she ran away. She followed in her parents footsteps unfortunately and took the life of a thief. We'd been keeping an eye on her, but four years ago she disappeared off the map. Yesterday, Bennett found her." M briefed James.

James was about to speak up when the car stopped. He looked out and saw they were at headquarters. The three got out and M walked briskly into the building. James and Jack trailed behind.

"This doesn't have anything to do with the string of jewelry store robberies, does it?" James questioned.

"Actually that's what led us to her," Jack answered." All the robberies had her signature. A single bullet, taped to the wall with the initial KG." Jack smiled.

"So if she blames MI6 for her parents' death, what makes you think she'd be so willing to help us?" James said with his usual calm voice.

"She won't have a choice." M said in a dry voice, "With the right amount of persuasion, her acquaintances were eager to give up her location. She was arrested this morning. We've convinced her to work for us. "