Agent K threw another frustrated kick at the foot of the dead man laying on her kitchen floor and holstered the Beretta M9 at her waist, pulling her flannel shirt carefully over the weapon. The man had apparently climbed in through one of the bedroom windows upstairs and intended to surprise her in the foyer after Alec left but he was clumsy and loud enough for her to discover him at the top of the stairs. She made her way into the study and rifled through her desk drawers for the cell phone that the service had issued her upon her resignation. Apparently they were worried about the welfare of the former agents enough to assign them to secure line phones for emergencies and intell. One never really got to leave the service after all, they simply declined active duty and their files remained the way that they left them. At this point she was thankful that the damn thing was charged, she had never had to use it, in normal life conversations were quite as sensitive as they were in the field, and she punched in the number that Alec left her a little harder than was required.

"I thought that it took women a long time to pack. You must be an exception." Alec said, picking up on the first ring and giving up on greetings all together. K fell into the chair behind the desk with an exasperated sigh, trying desperately to quell her anger. It didn't work.

"Are you a damn rookie?" She bit out. There was silence on the other end for a second.

"Excuse me?"

"I asked you if you were a rookie because the corpse on my kitchen floor says that you had a tail on you the whole time that you were here and you knew nothing about it!" She knew that she was yelling, and she knew that she needed to keep calm, but all of the frustration of the day was catching up with her. The adrenaline in her system kept her on edge, she was listening to Alec but she always had one ear on the creaking of the house, listening for any sign of a second adversary.

"I had one waiting for me too. Are you injured?" Alec asked, she heard the concern in his voice and it did nothing but annoy her.

"I think I broke my hand on his cheek bone. Bond owes me for this one." She spat out, trying to take the edge off of the conversation. Her right hand throbbed on the phone but the rush of combat was still keeping the pain at bay so far. After having hit nothing but heavy bags for the duration of her leave, she had forgotten how hard a human skull could be. She sat up straight, sure that she heard movement outside of her window. "Alec, I think I'm going to have to call you back."

"K wait! Did he say- " K cut the connection before Alec could finish his sentence and placed the phone back in the drawer slowly. Her hand went to the gun at her hip and she lifted herself out of the chair. Pinning her back against the wall next to the window she was braced when the figure came crashing through the panes and rolled onto the carpet in the middle of the room. She fired two shots at him but both missed him by inches, apparently her aim was a little off from years of no practice. The attacker shot at her but she rolled behind the desk milliseconds before the bullets buried themselves into the wall. Breathing deeply, she tapped into the combat skills that had been instilled into all agents at MI6 and lounged at him over the desk. K threw a right hook at the man beneath her and quickly reached for his gun hand, slamming it against the floor until he relinquished possession of the weapon.

"Who sent you?" She shrieked, grabbing the burly man by the front of his jacket, lifting him off of the ground and slamming him back down. His breath left him in a rush and she repeated the action. "Tell me who sent you!" She yelled, her anger all boiling up into the very moment. She threw an elbow, successfully tearing the skin on his cheek bone. Her attacker threw a punch that connected cleanly at her jaw, sending her backwards and allowing him to get to his knees but K was faster. She got to her feet and threw a kick to the groin leaving the man reeling and falling to his side in the fetal position. She recovered his firearm and pointed it at him.

"I will give you one more chance." She threatened, taking the safety off and standing over him. "Who sent you here?" The man caught her off guard by starting to laugh, it made the hair on the back of her neck stand on end, it was almost twisted.

"Ah but we've met before." Was all he said, his accent thick but unable to distinguish. K kicked him in the chest, hearing the air leave his lungs. Still he laughed, looking up at her with brown eyes. She knelt and searched for the suicide pill that, if his comrade was any example, he was hiding somewhere close to his hands. If she gave him that option she would get from him exactly what she got from his friend: nothing. She fired a shot inches from his head.

"Where's the pill?" She bellowed, another warning shot ringing out in the otherwise silent house. He looked up at her continuing to laugh. She heard a faint click and swore. She turned the man over and wrenched his mouth open, hoping that the pill would fall out of his mouth. She slammed his head against the hard wood and looked, but all that was there was his blood. His mouth began to foam and she knew that she had failed. "FUCK!" she yelled, hammering her fists in the dead man's back. How did everyone get their hands on cyanide pills anyway? Since when was that a big thing?

K walked back to the desk, feeling for the empty space in her own mouth where her kill pill had been implanted for years. Thankfully it was far enough back that she had never had to have a fake tooth put it. She hit redial and waited for Alec to answer the phone.

"Trevelyan."

"I got two! Why did they send two after me and one after you? Hardly seems fair." She muttered like a cross child. As much as he had fought the urge, Alec laughed into the receiver.

"Did either one of them say anything?" He inquired. She shook her head.

"The second one said that we had met before but he pilled out before I could get anything else out of him. The first one took the pill from his hand but this one had it implanted in his mouth. They're using MI6 tactics." She holstered the Beretta and made her way into the foyer, grabbing weapons from their hiding places as she went.

"I can only assume that they used to be MI6 tactics that have now gone mainstream but I'll look into it. I should check for rogue agents and those that were never recovered anyway, just to be on the safe side." Alec thought out loud as he was known to do. K didn't want to make this a lengthy conversation.

"Fine. I'm packing. We leave at 0200." She bit out, grabbing a suitcase out of her bedroom closet and opening it on the comfortable bed that she would miss more than anything. Her house had once been a peaceful haven but all of that had been ruined by James Bond and his mysterious actions.

"I'll send a clean up crew in the morning."

"Alec, if James Bond isn't dead, I'll fucking kill him." She cut the connection and threw the phone into the suitcase with her clothes.