Chapter 18
Edited by Penulis
Champion Bond reaches inside his jacket and pulls out what Nemo makes out to be a dagger in the dim light until he brings it closer to his face where can see minor detail to the familiar weapon.
"Mrs. Harker's" escapes Nemo's lips.
Bond tosses the dagger up and catches it by its tip before placing it back in his jacket pocket. "Thank You. That was my first question." He begins to walk in a circle around Nemo again, "It was found along side the blood drained body of Steed's in his office this morning."
Nemo closes his eyes in mental agony at the possibility that he might have just given away to Bond Mina's weapon on choice for retaliation to a murder. Bond clearly read the expression on Nemo's face,
"Yes captain, we both know of only one person capable in doing that!"
"Madelia love," the mysterious man holds the familiar rifle in his hands as he stands in Agent Sawyer's cabin throwing a glance here and there over his shoulder.
Taking the heavy rifle, he throws it across his back, strapped on by his old leather belt he once used during a lion hunt when there was nothing else than what was on your body. The memory of his old emits the very first smile on his lips since he had come back.
As Bond stops his circulation over Nemo he leans over the captain from behind and places his lips mere inches away from his ear, "Where is she captain?"
Nemo keeps his cool in the situation and stares at the brick wall as if he is meditating with his eyes open.
"Murdering a personal friend is more of an intimate crime than any other-" Bond began to bark into Nemo's ear when the door opens, his secretary coming inside the room.
"Champion there was a package found in Lieutenant Colonel Steed's office."
Bond just looks up at her in annoyance, "yes, and?"
The woman puts on the best smile to mask the effect of his attitude; he was always assuming she lacked any intelligence,
"Well, it was not there when the body was found, and it's addressed to you."
With the painting under arm and the rifle strap to his back he slowly walked out of the cargo door behind the back of the baked men without a sound. He notes they're laughing and chatting, clearly their stone minds find something amusing.
His pace quickens as he continues down the harbor, hiding behind objects, for the next half a mile stretch until he reaches the Gray manor.
Bond opens the package on his office desk to find a filmstrip tight on its spindle, "Miss. Rigg?" His sectary stands to attention at his next command, "bring me a projector."
"He's a handsome devil," an unseen figure with a distinct Irish accent comments on the portrait his companion has just placed upon a chair in the library.
"Closer to the devil than anyone you will ever meet," he takes the gun off over his shoulder, holds it in his hands and looks at it in pride.
"What's with the old artillery?" he observes in an ignorant manner.
"Just an old friend Mac." He replies. He places it down and leans up against the cobbled wall, his attentions back to the painting. "Mac McSteed I would like to introduce you to the new player in our game, Dorian Gray."
Champion comes rushing back into the small room containing Nemo, "how long have they been lovers?"
Nemo raises his brow, "I am curious of these lovers you speak of. Do they have names? Romeo and Juliet perhaps?" His face twists in a little smile thinking that Bond was really taking a different angle, one far from the murder he was being integrated about.
"Agent Sawyer and Wilhelmina Harker!" He says sternly. Nemo's face turns pale, reflecting his inward shock but mentally he tries to find a way to control the situation in civilised manner, "I do not think that is the type of relationship my comrades have-"
"Would you like to see the film I just watched? It really is not one for ladies or moral men."