Chapter Three - Close
M pulled forcibly against the restraints which kept her bound and in essence powerless as he towered over her, his identity remained obscured from her blurred vision as the effects of the sedative lingered in her system.
He secured her arm roughly and pushed the syringe into the blooded cannula which caused her to wince; she inhaled through clenched teeth. The clear contents of the syringe entered her vein with an immediate response as the syrup like liquid felt cool as it traveled up her arm and for a brief moment, panic flickered within her normally ice cold stare.
The momentary lapse and show of vulnerability did not go unnoticed and he carefully decided to dissect the inadvertent weakness, perhaps get into her head and mentally incapacitate her although this itself would be a challenge to which he readily accepted.
"It is a powerful substance," he indicated to the empty syringe which was now useless to him having served its single purpose and carelessly tossed it across the concrete floor, "Unfortunately, this is merely a sample of what is to come and it will not fasten your demise."
Her head felt incredibly heavy and increasingly difficult to move, her mouth suddenly dried and prevented the sound of her voice to form protest a sarcastic retort or an idle threat. Her vision swayed as if she was intoxicated but M continued to resist the effects of the drug and would not surrender willingly.
He observed his handiwork, genuinely surprised that the older woman was able to remain conscious and endure against the drug but regardless of her struggle, he smirked wickedly after all the time and expense he had spent to ensure that M would be alone, separated from her security and completely isolated especially after their last encounter, he wanted her to experience the similar situation only this time their roles were reversed.
His grip tightened on the brass handle of his cane and he muttered a barrage of curse words under his breath as he wanted to savoir the moment of a helpless M but instead he would have to depart for a brief moment.
M flinched with fright as he appeared suddenly from her peripheral vision that swirled in a colorful kaleidoscope of distorted images, his breath softly caressed her ear as the overwhelming scent of stale body odor and cigarettes assaulted her nostrils and she turned away from him.
"This is a taste of your own medicine, call it retribution...what you and your precious MI6 did to me."
M could feel herself falling into the hypnotic and lulling arms of the unknown substance, she weakly protested silently but the darkness beckoned her and like Alice in Wonderland, she tumbled into the ink blackness of the downward spiral as she finally succumbed, her eyes rolled rapidly beneath closed eyelids as her cracked lips parted and occasionally murmured.
His hand trembled violently as he struggled to open the prescription bottle one handed, desperate for the momentary realize from the continuous agony. The leg injury sustained from a botched interrogation, served as a permanent reminder and unresolved issue that somehow MI6 were able to deploy a double-00 agent to capture and haul him in for questioning along with breaching his human rights and his leg never completely recovered as he was now dependent to the strong medication and was disfigured due to the failed operations to repair the damage and the post-operative complications and infection of his wound.
The current sight of M was of little compensation to him after the length recovery and months of planning to ensure his revenge and justice was swift and satisfying.
Greedily, he swallowed three capsules and gulped hungrily at a glass of water to ease the smooth transition of his medication, he frowned that his pain was distracting him from the source of his ongoing misery. His jaw tensed, teeth grinding furiously at the very sight of the unconscious woman as she appeared helpless and frail although he knew from first hand experience just what she was truly capable of but without her trusted bodyguards and safety within the impressive MI6 fortress, she had been reduced to nothing.
His mobile phone vibrated from within his jacket pocket and momentarily distracted him from the absentminded daydream in which he fantasized about several scenarios which all commonly depicted M in pain and the reward of hearing her scream for mercy, something that she had not shown him.
"Now, is not a good time to interrupt!" He barked in response to answering the call
He pause briefly as he contemplated merely ending the phone call but a few choice words instantly caught his attention and he was intrigued by the offer. His facial feature relaxed and he forced himself through the pain, his foot shuffled across the rough cement ground and observed the once impervious woman who ran the security of the country from the shadows, the secret world of espionage and even key details where kept from the Prime Minister and lower ranks of those within MI6.
"Yes, you do indeed have my full attention...now," he paused, "Perhaps, I did not make myself clear...or would you think of me as a liar? In order to prove just how authentic my claim is, I can very easily demonstrate and then we can discuss my terms!"
The brief call ended and he painfully took a few labored steps before aiming his iPhone and pressed a button, the trademark click sounded loudly and he quickly forwarded the picture of the unconscious head of MI6 onto the caller.