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Intrigue at Warfield	By : oldwolf Category: +G through L > James Bond Jr. Views: 3138 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own James Bond Jr., nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Disclaimer: Don’t own them, wish I did cause they’d be having a lot more fun.
As James slowly comes to the next morning, he tries to convince himself that the interlude he had with Tracy was merely a dream. He might have succeeded is not for the slightly pleasurable throbbing emanating from his crotch.
Iq’s bed is long empty. So, since it’s a Saturday and there are no classes, James takes a long and hot shower. Throughout the whole affair, James tries to figure out how he can look Tracy in the face without blushing again and how he’s going to keep from taking very pointed action concerning Mr. Milbanks treatment of his daughter. Whenever he follows that line of thought, he always thinks of the mahogany box from his uncle.
James finally makes it to the commissary at about noon, just in time for lunch. To his extreme relief neither of the Milbanks are there.
As he sits down with his food, James is joined by Iq and Gordo Lighter.
“Hello,” Iq starts. “Where were you last night? You weren’t back by curfew and I was concerned.”
James thinks to himself, “What do I tell him. That I was busy banging the Headmasters daughter while she gave her father a blow job, I think not.” Instead he says, “I got wrapped up exploring the cave, sorry bout that old man.”
Iq beams with pride at the compliment the young spy gave him, exactly the reaction James was hoping for, “Quite all right.”
“Hey James,” says Gordo.
James looks at the big, blonde man, “Yes?”
To say Gordo appears nervous is an understatement. “Could I talk to you in private?”
“Of course. I hope you don’t mind Iq.”
“Not at all, my friend.”
Once in the hall outside the lunchroom, James asks, “What can I do for you?”
Gordo looks around and says, “Not here, in my room.”
Without another word, James follows Gordo to his room.
James first thought upon entering the room is that he thought his and Iq’s room was bad, compared to this, it’s spotless.
“So Gordo, what can I do for you?”
“I got a package from my dad yesterday. A box along with a note to talk to you before opening it.”
Gordo reaches into his footlocker and pulls out a mahogany box almost exactly like the one James received, the only difference is, that James’ had the MI6 crest and Gordo’s has the C.I.A. seal.
James, remembering the last of his uncles’ message, says, “Not here, follow me. Bring the box but please keep it hidden.”
James heads first to his own room to collect his uncles gifts and then strait for Mr. Milbanks office, he has no idea how to explain it if he gets caught there, the only thoughts in his head are his uncles’ warning about things not being what they seem and his guess at what’s in the mahogany box.
James check to make sure the office is empty, then he walks straight over to the mirror the conceals the secret passage out of the school and quickly opens the passage.
He ushers Gordo in, and following himself, closes the door.
James shows Gordo the secret hiding place and says, “Gordo, open the box.”
The insides of the box are almost an exact duplicate of the one that James received. Only the model of the pistol inside is different.
James looks at the pistol; it’s a bit larger then the PPK is uncle sent him. “I don’t suppose you know the make of the gun?”
Gordo can identify the gun with a glance, it’s the same type his dad uses, “Yeah, it’s a Colt 1911, forty-five caliber. It’s also military issue.”
Now James is getting concerned, the two most thoroughly trained in the art of espionage in Warfield’s ‘Rouge’s Gallery’ have received weapons, supposedly from their guardians.
“Gordo, what’s said here, must go no further, am I understood.”
The Californian wannabe is unusually sober as he nods his head.
“Yesterday I received a package from my uncle. Inside was a DVD and player, which I’ll show you later and a box that is almost exactly like the one you received, only mine had a Walter PPK, the same type of gun my uncle uses.”
“James buddy, my dad gave me a combat knife a few years ago. We were living in Southern California and that’s considered light self-defense for a lone white guy. I’d packed it away when I came to Warfield, I think I’d better start wearing it again.”
James’ face becomes even more serious, “I’m sorry to say you’re probably right, just be very careful. Warfield has a zero-tolerance policy concerning weapons, especially unregistered, concealed weapons,” at this he nod at the boxes.
Gordo is truly somber as he nods his head.
James says, “Let’s get back, I want to show you that DVD.”
As they walk back to Mr. Milbanks office James’ curiosity gets the better of him, “Gordo, I don’t mean to pry, and you can refuse to answer this question, but did you ever have to use that knife your father gave you?”
Gordo smiles at James and says, “I had to use it a few times, but only to scare the gangbangers away. Most of those idiots were cowards to begin with, so as soon as they saw I was willing to fight to the death, they split.”
James nods his head, he’s not sure if he’s relieved or not.
After making sure that Mr. Milbanks’ office is empty, James and Gordo slip out of the passage and the office.
James and Gordo enter James’ room to find Iq in the middle of one of his experiments.
“How do Iq?”
The slight, blonde genius looks up from his experiment at precisely the wrong second. The concoction he’s working on immediately fizzles, covering the boy in soot.
“Hello James,” Iq deadpans.
“I’m sorry Iq,” James says apologetically
Iq laughs and snorts and says, “It’s quite all right; this solution shouldn’t need monitoring during this phase of development, and so you see, inadvertently helped me out quite a bit. What can I do for you?”
James laughs at his friends attempt to take the blame off James. “Iq, I hate to ask this of you, especially after I just ruined your experiment, but could you clear out for a few?”
Iq, who is not as dense as he appears, noticed this morning that something wasn’t right with his friend and as such, doesn’t take exception to the request, “No problem, I need to visit the library after all, I need to see if there’s any information on this. Oh, and before I forget, Mr. Mitchell was looking for you earlier, you missed mail call. He asked me to give this to you.” This, as it turns out, is what appears to be a CD in a paper case.
Iq grabs a notebook, his bag, and leaves without further ado.
James locks the door after Iq leaves. Then he set’s up the DVD player and shows Gordo the DVD from his uncle.
Gordo’s only response is a laughing request for the second address.
James laughs and puts in the CD that came today.
Once again 007’s face appears on the screen, completely sober this time. “James, I presume Mr. Lighter is there with you. I’d suggest you pour both of you a drink from the bottle I sent you.” Amazed, James pauses the DVD, and pours both of them a drink, before stashing the bottle away again. “Good, now that you both have a drink, let me start by saying, I think you are going to nee it. James, Gordo, I don’t know how to put this gently so I’ll say it straight out, for several months there have been rumors that S.C.U.M. has a spy in Warfield. We finally tracked these rumors down and, unfortunately, we confirmed that they are true.” Gordo slams his drink at this point. “Neither the C.I.A., MI5, or MI6, can confirm who the spy is, only that we know that there is one. This is a very deep cover agent as everyone who works at Warfield undergoes a very through background check before they start. Boys, we in the intelligence community know almost knowing about the spy, we can tell you if it’s a teacher or a student. Hell, we can even tell you if it’s guy or a girl. James, Gordo, I know neither one of you is the spy. Use discretion when passing out this information, anyone at that school could be the traitor, so be paranoid. Also, you are both well aware that S.C.U.M. has always played nice, no killing when it could possibly be avoided, but now it appears that things have changed at the top. S.C.U.M. operatives are getting more and more violent. They haven’t reached the level of S.P.E.C.T.E.R. but they are close. When it comes time boys, shoot straight.” Once more, there the MI6 crest and the screen goes blank.
A/N: I know, kind of a mild chapter, no violence, or sex, but I’m laying the groundwork so please stick with me.
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