Don't kill me! I know it's been a while since I updated, but my Muse decided she was gonna die so I was stuck pondering how I should continue this. We're almost done and the secret I mentioned a few chapters back will be revealed within the next one or two chapters. We have a few more chapters to go before the end, so thanks to all of you who have stuck with me through this! I don't own what isn't mine! On with the story...

I have to admit, getting into the building was child's play with Q directing me everywhere I needed to go and insane, yet, helpful equipment from the Branch.

First I inconspicuously went into the building next to Endroit Genant, both buildings labeled abandoned. Once inside I was able to hack all of the indoor surveillance cameras in the other building, freeze them on an image without a person, and loop it.

Then I oh-so originally climbed into the air ducts and crawled my way into the other building since their systems were connected. Crawling through the ducts, made me gain a couple of phobias—arachnophobia, claustrophobia, those types of things.

I quietly unscrewed the vent cover and pulled it out, pushing myself out of the vent and replacing the cover so it didn't draw any unwanted attention. "I'm in."

"Very well done, 007."

What he called me stopped me dead. "What did you say?"

"Sorry, I thought you know. Standard procedure here is that when someone is missing or, er, their next of kin takes their place. You're the new 007."

"'Missing or' what?"

His hesitation wasn't surprising, neither was the answer. I could form it in my mind regardless of his cooperation, but I wanted him to say it. "Missing or dead."

"I won't be 007 for long." Cold determination hardened in my voice. It would not come to that.

Trying to walk around in the shadows wearing a horrible leather suit that squeaked when you rubbed it the wrong way made me realize why Dad and other agents wore their customary suits. I made a mental note to change my attire for future missions.

"Q, do you have any idea where they'd be keeping him? There's four known levels and about a billion doors, not to mention the very likely possibility that there are sub-levels." I tried to keep the worry from my tone, but the way he replied—bold, strong—told me he knew it was there.

"Just keep searching, you'll find him."

I searched the whole floor, every nook and cranny. It did strike me how strange it was that I never came across anyone. Well, at least I wasn't kept wondering long.

"They're leaving the building." Q's voice came through the comm once more. "They're taking a black SUV; Bond's in the back. Get out of there fast."

I ran down the hall to an open window and climbed onto the ledge. The SUV swerved around the corner and came down the road. I had to jump.

I didn't have time to think or calculate whether or not I'd hit the pavement. I simply made a lunge.

The feeling of flying was incredible and exhilarating. The feeling of impact was painful and depleting. My mind spun and black spots danced across my vision as the car roughly turned another corner. They were headed through a bumpy and jerky course to try and shake me off, but I held on to the luggage rack so hard that my knuckles turned white.

Just my luck that some bright thug would pull himself halfway out the window and begin shooting at me.

I threw myself over the side, hanging on by a mere grip as the bullets through overhead.

The driver pointed his gun at me, though the gun was knocked out of his hands after the first shot was fired. I managed to move just in time to avoid hitting anything vital, but my forearm was grazed to the point where I could see a darker patch on the black leather.

Much to Q's expressed happiness, I refrained from cursing; though I'll ask you to mind the fact that I was hanging on the side of a car with people trying to kill me driving. My mind and mouth weren't exactly on cooperating terms.

I made a mad grab for the drivers' door and opened it. Someone on the inside pushed the unconscious driver out and I climbed in.

Dad was sitting in the passenger seat with a gun in his hand and a knocked-out man in the back. "Nice to see you again, Dad." I said as I took the wheel and drove through the dirt road onto a paved road that was headed towards a freeway.

"And you, Jackie."

We sat in silence until we reached the freeway and Dad found it appropriate to say, "I hope you realize we're being followed." I glanced in the mirror and sure enough found two SUVs coming up fast with no regard for British driving laws.

"Who'd we screw with?" I asked.

"Not entirely sure, though I have an idea. But whoever they are, they're persistent buggers."

One of the SUVs zoomed up beside me, but I wasn't about to let them take the lead. I crashed into the car, taking out my left mirror and pushing the car into a ditch.

"I hope you weren't using that." Dad muttered.

"I grinned and smashed the other mirror off on the median. "I wasn't using that one either." He chuckled and my spirit soared: I got my Dad back.