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CHAPTER 5

That night, once again, Angelle decided to wear that special dress which she had gotten from her deceased parents and join down for dinner. It was a pretty fancy hotel she was staying. She knew if if she wear that dress, she'll blow her cover and the men who followed her, would catch sight of her. But she had to, it was the only way to find that man again.

His face was familiar in some way and the feeling she got, that she could trust him, no matter what. Maybe it was the person she searched after. The mysterious "friend" of her father, 007. But she knew she couldn't guess all the time and in fact, she trusted logic more than fate. Hence her intelligence, which also was proof she was too "clever" for her age.

It was an understatement, in her father's words. Angelle didn't go in any school, she was taught at her home. Her father always used to employ a tutor, so she'll be educated in a old-fashioned, but effective way. The reason was simple; in her younger days, it appeared that she was a sick child.

Angelle shook off the memories, there were no time for this! She must use her head clearly. Physical strength have never been in her favor, which would class her as weak. But she trusted her head, using it more than children usually does. Which is also a reason why she's still unbeatable in the honorary chess games. The more she learned, the more she could use different, but useful strategies.

She sighed. Why does trouble keeps find her? "Blimey, I'm in a bigger mess than usual. How does I get out of this?!" she thought and searched through her mind to find a resolution of this. Then she realized, it was no other way out. She must blow her cover and show herself visible, it's a self-sacrifice she must do.

She must finish what her father started and make it worth his own sacrifice.

Elderly, wealthy men and women at the casino games, but also at dinner. This scenario reminded her of the last night of the ship to Portugal. The difference was there were another atmosphere and this took place at a hotel, where she was staying.

Angelle, yet again, were uncomfortable of the stares she got. She swallowed nervously and kept her head straight, she must keep her pride. She walked past some other guests and once she passed the casino tables, she caught a glimpse of someone. It was the handsome and charming man at that dinner last night. Was her imagination playing a trick on her or did he gave her a soft smile?

She wouldn't possibly send any signals of knowing him, there were many people around and they could get suspicious if a man like him and a young and foolish girl like her were knowing each other. No, that was too riskable here.

Angelle came to sit down alone by a dinner table, she soon forgot the surroundings. She was too nervous to calm down, the heart kept beating fast and furiously. Why did it felt like everyone could hear her own heartbeating?

Suddenly she saw someone sitting in the chair across and eyed her amused and curiously. Angelle found herself looking into a pair of blue eyes and felt stuck. Like someone cast a spell over her and just like that, she was bewitched!

"Oh, Lord have mercy!" she thought and panic settled down into her stomach.

"Good evening, miss. Forgive my curiousness, but I wonder why a lovely girl like you is sitting all by herself?" he smiled in a charming way, that Angelle couldn't resist to smile. However, this seemed to calm her down.

"I don't know so many, I see no intension of just makes some friends because of my loneliness and besides, I'm not a very talkative person." she responded quickly, in case he would get bored with her silence. She didn't mind to talk, but it was true that she never been a social person.

"I see. Where in England do you come from?" he asked and that was enough to surprise her enough to almost drop her jaw, but she prevented it in the last second. How?!

"H-how did you know...?" she stuttered, earning a very charming smirk from the older man. Something was off with him, but in the same way her father was. They must have something in common, but she couldn't get a logical solution after searching her mind, like a little calculator.

"You accent, miss. You talk with a British accent, so obviously you must come from a place in England. How about I guess then, to make you less uncomfortable then?"

Angelle couldn't turn down that suggestion and nodded, now this became interesting. She never met someone like that, let alone a man older than her. The man sank in a deep thought and then he smiled. "How extraordinary! It only took him a mere minute and he already knows. I would raise my hat for him, that if I had any hat." the thought in her mind ran.

"Let see. My guess is you're born in a small town in the middle of the country, but you're raised in London, correct?"

"You're quite right, sir. But how could you guess that in a mere minute. That's logically impossible!" she exclaimed and forgot where she was, then she blushed in embarrassment and hoped no one except them heard her.

"No need to call me 'sir', miss..."

"Angelle Hughes." she interrupted, as she decided to reveal her name since now she knew she could trust him. However, the man didn't act like he was interrupted and just continued to smile.

"Ah, miss Hughes. My name is Bond. James Bond." he responded and Angelle smiled, thinking that his name sounded very fitting to a true gentleman, in which he was due to his talking and interactions.

"What brings you to Portugal, mr. Bond?" Angelle innocently asked, she knew at once it was the same man she had seen twice. One time on the ship yesterday, when she caught him staring at her and the dinner last night, that ended in disaster.

"In fact, I'm on a nice vacation with my new-wedded wife. She'll be here in sometime." Bond said and looked around the surroundings carefully, just in case someone uninvited guest would show up. That would be most unpleasant.

"Oh. I suppose congratulations is in order then?" she answered, bringing another smiles to each one of them. Angelle thought he's really nice and on top of that, british too.

"Thank you, miss Hughes. Now then, may I ask what could bring you to this place then?"

Angelle stiffened of the oblivious question, more of pure instinct. Her hands went cold and the worst was Bond noticed this. He knew he must hit a bad nerve of the girl.

"I'm looking for someone, a "friend" I was told to find. But the world is huge and I trying my best." she answered rigid, it was the best answer she could come with and without sounding suspiciously.

Just in that moment, Bond turned on his head just to see a wonderous beautiful woman, and smiled delighted. "Oh my...that must the fairest and most lovely woman I ever seen in my life. Bond must be a lucky man to marry her then, judging his reactions and expressions."

"Tracy." Bond greeted and she gave him a kiss on his cheek. For a mere second, he almost forgot about his new friend and once he returned to the land of living after been in heaven, he decided to introduce her to his wife. "Tracy, this is a new friend I made. Miss Angelle Hughes. Miss Hughes, this is my lovely wife, Tracy."

Angelle shook hands with Tracy and bow her head, showing her respect as she been taught. "It's a pleasure to meet you, but I suppose your name is short for a longer name?"

"I'm more known as Tracy, but my name is Teresa, a name of a saint, which certainly doesn't fit me." Tracy remarked, Angelle nodded in understanding. There obviously people who doesn't liked their given names and therefore usually goes by nicknames.

Bond, however, caught sight of a group of men in black suits. Angelle's eyes widen in worry and fear once she saw them, they were here again! Oh, Lord have mercy on her! What have she done to deserve this?!

"Mind if we'll go for a walk, miss Hughes? Since it's terribly tedious here." Bond stated and before Angelle could say something more, Bond had led them out from the dinner halls, away from those men, who never noticed Angelle in her new company.

The beach looked very admirable at the night, the sea was almost glowing of the pearl white light from the reflection of the full moon. Angelle, however wouldn't calm down. She just sat on the sand and ripped a random, but yet useless paper in pieces. She was about to lose her mind, she felt followed, scared and she would check everything around her to make sure she's safe.

Bond knew she was on the limit of paranoia and if he didn't say anything soon, she'll break down. Well, possibly. But he wouldn't want a repeat of another depression phase, hence his first meeting with Tracy.

Bond watched her all the time, the small girl. Sometimes, she sat down and ripped useless papers in pieces and sometimes, she walked around the beach. All she did was walking in circles, stopped a while and stared at the moon, then she would yell a furious and panicked scream and kicked the sand. Then she should get down and rip papers again.

Miss Hughes was actually a very amusing and interesting character. But she locked her feelings, he knew that. He couldn't blame her because they have barely known each other long enough to trust.

But he was still surprised of her. She was so young, but yet very pretty for her age. Almost like a flower had bloomed too early for the year, but was troubled because of a chilly wind or something like that. It was almost like miss Hughes was in an emotional pain herself, probably left alone and is frightened for the cold and cruel world...

"Lord in Heaven, since when did I get so sentimental for?!" James thought, surprised of his own thoughts. Really, since when did he get interested in emotions? It was actually very out of his character. He used to be cold, ruthless and he could be alone like no one else.

Actually, he knew that he must changed his mind about feelings. Ever since he met Tracy. In fact, it was on this very beach he met and saved her. He rose up, glancing at his armwrist clock, which told him that it was far past two in the morning. Those men who followed her, must give up the search by now.

"Miss Hughes, should we head back? You must be cold by now." he approached the young girl, who stared back at him with her blue eyes. James forced himself to not wince every time he saw those eyes, reminding him of Brian.

"Yes, sir. I think so too..." she responded, glancing at the sea one last time before joining James on his walk to his grey Aston Martin, in which Tracy waited patiently.

James knew that it was the daughter of Brian he finally found, now wasn't the right time to ask her about either her father, Blofeld, SPECTRE or even something else that mattered. First off, he must make sure that she doesn't disappear again. Blofeld was going to do everything to get the girl. James didn't know what all this was about and why Blofeld wanted miss Hughes, but he made a vow to himself to not let the girl out of his sight.

Tracy seemed of a similar mind, once they were on their way back to the hotel and the girl nodded off into sleep in the backseat. She must been really exhausted. Tracy agreed with James that they couldn't stay at either the hotel or Portugal no longer, but if they stayed, that would make each one of them to a couple of living targets for Blofeld's men.

Once they came back to the hotel, James parked his car without any sights in a long abandoned shack. Tracy offered to stay and keep an eye on the girl while James got to their hotel rooms and got their belongings. Earlier, before they arrived, James had slightly shaken Angelle awake, but she just stirred and dug in her pocket after the key of her hotel room. Then she drifted off into sleep again.

"Darling, what took you so long?" Tracy asked when James arrived with their suitcases, loaded them in the truck and then started the car and drove away from Lissabon into a country road.

"They were still there. The men who follows the girl, waited outside her room. I had to disguise myself." James answered shortly while Tracy nodded understanding.

Tracy found herself staring though the window, into the pitch dark sky. She wondered why Blofeld would want a small girl for. Tracy turned around to watch the girl, when something caught her eyes. Something glistening, a golden medallion with the motive as a flower. Tracy observed the small girl more. She was thin, pale, looking delicate and her clothes haven't been changed in more than three days it seemed. The skirt edges of her red plaid dress was slightly ripped, she wore thick dark grey stockings and brown, old-fashioned boots that looked they would fall into leather pieces soon.

"What is your thoughts about the girl, James?" Tracy asked, she didn't want to take farewell to the young girl soon. They had just met and it would be too sad if they would apart already.

"Blofeld is hunting her, no doubt. I don't want to see a young and innocent life being taken in cold blood. I can only hope M sympathize to protect her. That is the reason why we must get to London so fast as possible." he responded and actually almost disgusted by the thought of Blofeld torturing and killing a child.

Tracy blinked. "I understand. But I wouldn't mind to protect her, especially since she's so young."

James got another thought. If Brian was killed and his daughter, Angelle, was here. That could only mean that Angelle couldn't go anywhere, she had no place to stay. Oh, for heaven's sake. Not only the facts that miss Hughes was in trouble and orphan, she was also homeless. Honestly, why does bad thing keeps happening to a twelve-year old girl?

Angelle didn't know how long she was "knocked out", but when she woke again, she found herself laying in a bed in an unknown bedroom she never seen before. It wasn't her hotel room, even though her suitcase was standing on the floor. The sun shone through the window and Angelle stared outside from her bed so much she could from this distance, only to see a crystal blue sky with some tiny clouds. But no trace of those palm trees that was by the hotel.

Exactly, where was she? How did she got changed into nightgown? Where was Mr Bond and...

Just in that moment, a door opened and Angelle turned her attention to the door, only to see Tracy, who smiled softly and was dressed in a long cream- colored dress. Of a pure instinct, her hand moved under the sheets and gripped a gun she had for her safety's sake. How does she know that she could trust these people?

Tracy walked past calmed and pulled back the curtains, Angelle grew suspiciously. This wasn't a normal behavior, it didn't make either sense and it wasn't realistic or logical at all. Then Tracy turned around, with a frown.

"Hands off that gun, young miss. We're not enemies, especially not with a 12-year-old girl on the run."

"I'm not on the run! I'm looking for someone!" Angelle snapped back, losing control of her temper. Keeping her cool was one of the few things she couldn't do along with socialize with people, which explained much her snowed and denied attitude.

The younger slowly let go of the gun, still eying Tracy superstitiously. Not a surprising reaction from her, considering she's been on the run in almost five days. Just in that moment, she began to feel how hungry she actually was. Not eating a proper meal in days and she never got to eat any dinner last night, it felt like she would die of her starving.

Tracy wore a blank expression, but yet with her intensive eyes. Then she smiled, she knew that she had gained a bit of the girl's trust and walked to a wardrobe, only to find and bring out a small, but fancy dress for the girl, which she earlier purchased. Tracy knew that the girl couldn't walk around in that torned-up plaid dress, people recognize her too easily then.

"We're waiting for you downstairs, at the lobby. Surely you must be hungry since it's almost lunchtime by now and my husband would be pleased by your...company." Tracy remarked and left the bedroom, leaving Angelle sitting in the bed with the new dress in her arms. She was so confused of people around her, it wasn't logical at all.

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