Edited by Penulis
Entering the parliament gates became an inconvenience for Nemo. Instead of being asked for ID and let through he now stood with guns aimed at him by two guards and others body searching his service man that he'd brought up against the exterior old brick walls.
Through the bars of the gate Nemo could see the colossal sized man named Champion walking through the door and exhaling cigarette smoke into the cold air. Two men dressed in normal suites and bowler hats were there also, their breathing creating a foggy atmosphere around them due to the cold weather.
"Champion Bond what is the reasoning of this?" Nemo barks as if commanding one of his men on his ship. Bond tosses the cigarette to the side and stares at Nemo through the bars gap with a stern look of a man not to be intimidated.
"You are accused of the murder of Major Steed." Bond nods his head to cue one of the guards to place cuffs on Nemo's wrist. "Captain you are on my territory and I place you under arrest."
Mary hurries down the stairs as her maid opens the door to a young guard standing in attention, "Miss I have delivery here for-"
"-I got it thank you," Mary steps in and pardons her young maid who walks back through the double doors to the parlor and closes them.
"Ma'am we have the bodies for autopsy." The guard keeps his position still and takes his breaths in a pattern of a count, indicating to Mary that he was just out of training.
"Right, please leave them in the lecture hall thank you," she turns to go back up the stairs as the door closes but it is pushed back open by the young man. Taken by the strange action she keeps her place on the steps but turns to face him.
"I am also to deliver the message that the doctor that was to be sent to assist you is wanted for arrest and questioning so will not be able to assist you. It is that the autopsies are to be completed by you alone, preferably in a secretive manner," the young man was sweating during his verbal delivery, clear he was hoping he did not miss a word.
"Oh my," Mary gasps to herself, "Thank You."
With that the guard gave a stomp of his feet and a bow before leaving by the open doorway.
Mary comes back down and closes the door as the double doors behind her open to a floating suit, "I guess we're in a sticky spot again."
Mary looks at Skinner with a questioning look as he continues, "that doctor that is supposed to be here is, well, already here."
"That is the third time in the last ten minutes you have checked and adjusted that mirror," Mina points out as aside from her attention to the map in her lap her preverbal vision catches Tom's hand on the rear view mirror.
"Yes it is," he says, his mind heavy in concentration, "have you ever had that feeling when a cloud overcasts you on a clear summer day?"
"Mina looks up from the map at him with her eyebrow arched, "yes." She looks out the passenger window and sees nothing but winter lands surrounding the barley visible road that they are traveling on.
"Yeah well I really have that right now and I was wondering where that cloud is." Tom adjusts the mirror again in time to catch a furry winged creature quickly fly in and out of the mirror frame.
"Aye look," one of Nemo's men grabs the attention of the group of three standing out in the cold in front of the open cargo doors, their guns strapped to their sides. Their comrade came back from a shop not far from the bay holding up three cigars with one in his mouth already lit.
A man nearby, unseen from his spot behind a few lobster crates was watching and listening carefully to the Indian accents of the men distracting themselves by sniffing the cigars before lighting them up. He uses this moment to his advantage and like a leopard about to pounce on its prey he quietly but swiftly goes through the cargo doors. He weaves carefully through the narrow passages and the stored items while checking back to the men smoking and socializing instead of doing their jobs, "Nemo must really sack those buggers, this is much easier than it should be." He mutters to himself in his Scottish accent as he comes to his goal.
There among Mina Harker's storage area is a drape covered, portrait sized square. As he pulls the drape off the sounds of the men mentioning the smoothness of the Cuban Cigars indicates that he has more time to play with than expected.
Nemo sits alone with his arms folded against his unarmored captain's garb as he stares at the bare walls of the cold small room, a single gas lamp hanging over his head is the only source of light. The sound of the heavy metal door opening and loud boot steps carrying the heavy weight of the man wearing the shoes grabs his attention. All he does is stare at Bond, his upper lip curling under his long beard.
"I must ask you questions Captain," Bond begins to walk small circles around him as he continues, "I will be asking the same ones to your companions when they also will be put under my custody."
"May I start with a question?" Nemo asks, saying something he is sure will be his advantage to control the situation, "why are we to be arrested when just yester evening we were hired as the country's saviors?"