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Intrigue at Warfield	By : oldwolf Category: +G through L > James Bond Jr. Views: 3138 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: See chapter one.

A/N: I'm trying a new formatting style, I hope you like it.

As the drive up to the student parking lot Tracy whispers to James, "James, will you keep quite about what happened?"

James gives her a strange look out of the corner of his eye, and solemnly nods his head.

As it's after curfew, James and Tracy expect to be met by Mr. Milbanks at the door, however to their surprise, it's Mitchell who meets them.

The black man looks cross as he greets the two teens, "Where has everyone been? Iq, Gordo, and Phoebe just got here a few minutes ago."

James gives the older man a dark look and says, "It's nothing that can't wait till morning."

As James and Tracy walk past Mitchell, he grabs James by the left bicep. He lets go immediatelyn hen he feels something hard resting in James' armpit.

Mitchell's eyes grow wide as he meets James' gaze and notices the haunted and dangerous look already in the boys' eyes, the look of a veteran agent. He draws several right conclusions, first that something terrible has happened, and second, that he's not going to get anything useful tonight.

Mitchell tells the two, "I'd like to know what happened today. We'll talk in the morning."

James says, "By the way, where's Mr. Milbanks?"

"He was called away on some emergency business this morning."

James nods and leads Tracy to her room. "We'll need to talk in the morning before we meet with Mitchell."

Tracy nods and goes into the room she share's with Phoebe.

James then returns to his own room to find Iq waiting eagerly for him.

Iq starts by saying, "Well, are you going to tell me what the dickens happened? Mr. Mitchell was quite upset you know, and Gordo isn't saying a word."

James merely takes off his jacket, and he also takes his holster off with the jacket, hanging it on the coat rack, and says, "Iq, please remember our talk earlier."

With that James takes off his shirt and goes into the bathroom, where he promptly throws up into the toilet.

Iq takes in the entire scene and determines that James will talk to him in his own time, and not a second before.

After about five minutes of praying to the porcelain god, James manages to drag himself out of the bathroom long enough to ask Iq for the use of his cell phone.

James turns on the shower before calling the number he gave Iq earlier.

"Hello," James hears on the other end.

"Hello Uncle."

With surprise evident in his voice 007 says, "James, what's wrong? You know to only use this number in case of an emergency."

"I'm afraid there's been an emergency of sorts. I hate to ask, but are you on assignment?"

"No I'm not Nephew, what do you need?"

"You know that old abandoned farmhouse outside the village near Warfield?"

"Yes I do, why?"

"You might want to send a clean up team there post-haste."

"I'll get on it immediately. James what happened?"

"The condensed version is Tracy was kidnapped, Gordo Lighter and I went and rescued her."

The MI6 operative asks the pointed question, "Did you have to kill?"

"Yes, Gordo and I each killed two."

"Have you thrown up yet?"

Humiliation evident in his voice James says, "Yes."

"Don't feel bad James. Almost everyone pukes after their first kill, even I did."

Surprised the young spy says, "Really?"

Laughing, Bond Sr. says, "Really. Truth to tell, I spent about half an hour puking my guts out."

James joins his uncles' laughter at the mental image of the legendary spy heaving his guts out.

"I hate to cut this short Uncle, but I have to go."

"Sleep well James, and expect nightmares for a few days. I'll dispatch the clean-up team as soon as we hang up."

"Good night Uncle."

"Good night James."

The two generations of spies terminate the line at the same time.

James turns off the shower and leaves the bath feeling remarkably better.

Iq has the million-mile-stare-of-deep-thought as James places the phone on his desk.

Knowing his friend is effectively dead to the world, James takes off his shoes, walks over to his bed, and collapses. He's asleep before he hits the bed.

The next morning, James awakes refreshed, and amazed that he wasn't bothered by nightmares at all.

He looks over at Iq's desk and sees the young super genius hard at work.

James doesn't say a word as he dresses. He thinks to himself, "I need to talk with Tracy before my confrontation with Mr. Mitchell."

In very short order James finds himself outside Phoebe and Tracy's room.

James knocks on the door, which is promptly answered by Phoebe.

The small blonde looks like she wants to rip someone into shreds.

"Tracy told me what happened."

James nods his head and says, "I need to talk with Tracy."

Phoebe nods and lets him into the room. He easily spots Tracy and notes that she looks
a mess.

Tracy's sitting at her desk, with her back to the door. Her hair is disheveled, what skin he can see is unnatuy pay pale, and her posture isn't too good either.

James silently walks over to Tracy and gently lays a hand on her shoulder.

Tracy almost jumps through the roof with surprise. As she turns towards him, James gets a better look at her face. Tracy has dark circles under her eyes, and not the type that come from being in a fight.

"Oh James, I didn't hear you. What can I do for you?"

"Have you slept at all Tracy?"

The young woman actually shudders beneath the y spy spy's touch, "No, I haven't. Every time I close my eyes I see Scum Lord and I start to relive the attack again."

James nods his head and says, "I have to talk with Mr. Mitchell about what happened. How much do you want him to know?"

Tracy's nervousness is blatantly apparent in her eyes as she says, "I'll trust you to be as discreet as you can be."

James nods his head and prepares to take his leave of the ladies, Phoebe catches James' arm and leads him out of the room.

"Alright boy, give."

"What do you mean Phoebe?"

"I know Tracy was kidnapped and attacked, but that's all she'll tell me."

"Phoebe, I'll give you the full story later. For now though, don't let her be alone. Do either one of you have naked razor blades?"

"No, why?"

"Good. Now, I'm going to speak to Mr. Mitchell. Keep an eye on her Phoebe. Don't let her be alone, make sure she eats properly, and what ever you do, don't press her for details. She'll talk when she's ready. If you try and press you might do irreparable harm."

Phoebe's eyes grow wide as she begins to comprehend the severity of the situation.

Tracy's looking a lot better as Phoebe comes back into the room.

Tracy stands up and says, "I'm going to see Iq. I'll be back in a little while."

As Tracy heads for the door Phoebe says, "I'll come with you."

There's suspicion evident on Tracy's face as she asks, "Why?"

Phoebe considers all the possible answers she could give her best friend, and then settles on the simplest one, "Because I promised James I wouldn't let you be alone."

Tracy thinks to herself, "He thinks I might do something stupid. I guess he's within his rights to be paranoid."

With a nod of her head, Tracy heads to James' room with Phoebe in tow.

Tracy walks into the room and without preamble says, "Iq I need a favor."

The young genius says, "What can I do for you?"

"There are some files on my computer that I password protected. Now, it's been a long time since I accessed the files and I've forgotten the passwords. Do you have a program I could borrow to crack the passwords?"

Despite the fact that he knows Tracy's lying ugh ugh her teeth, Iq says, "Of course." Iq goes over to his desk and rummages around for a minute before pulling out a CD. As he hands her the CD, Iq says, "Just try to open the protected file and when it prompts you for the password, run the program on the disk."

Tracy takes the CD and says, "Thanks, by the way, could I borrow some floppy disks?"

"Sure," and he hands over several blank disks.

"Thanks Iq, I owe you."

"Anything for a friend."

Tracy nods her head and takes her leave of the young man.

As soon as the door closes Tracy tells Phoebe, "I need to do some snooping around Phoebe. I know you made a promise to James, but I need to do this alone. I swear I won't do anything stupid."

With trepidation evident on her face, Phoebe consents, "Ok, just hurry please. If anything happens to you, James will kill me."

With a smile and a nod, the two girls part company, one for heading for the room they share and the other walking towards a date with destiny.

Tracy heads straight for her fathers office.

She walks in bold as brass, after all she is the headmasters daughter. Seeing the room empty, Tracy goes over to her fathers' computer and begins shuffling through all the files that her father keeps.

After about five minutes Tracy has to use the disk she borrowed from Iq to open a secured folder.

After the program has done its work, Tracy starts to examine the files in the folder and her worst fears are confirmed.

Tracy quickly copies everything to the floppies she borrowed and shuts everything down.

Tracy then heads back to her room; feelings of hatred, anger, rage, betrayal, and affirmation warring within her.

(Change of scene.)

James heads to the gym, where Mr. Mitchell keeps his office.

Mitchell sees James walk in the door and is immediately taken back by the seriousness
on James' face.

"Hiya James. I want to talk to you about last night. But I think it can wait, what's wrong?"

James looks around and says, "Not here, do you have someplace private and clean?"

Now Mitchell istingting truly concerned. "Yeah, I just swept my office this morning."

Mitchell leads James to his office. After locking the door he asks James, "Alright, what the hell is going on around here?"

James gives Mitchell the full rundown, only omitting the more… sensitive details.

"I'm glad you and Gordo got there before anything could happen." He sees something ugly shift behind the young mans eyes, "Or did something happen?"

James stares at a point on the wall behind Mitchell.

"Oh God. James, was she…"

A slight and solemn nod is the only answer he receives, but it's enough.

Mitchell is growing more and more agitated by the minute, "How many others know?"

"Know, only Gordo, myself, you and Tracy. Suspect, add Iq and Phoebe to that list."

"What about the dead agents?"

"I called my uncle last night, he said he'd take care of things."

"James thank you for trusting me. Mr. Milbanks has made me the Honorary Headmaster while he's away. James I want all five of you to take a trip, I don't care where you go, just so long as it's far away from Warfield. Can you do that?"

James nods his head; "My uncle gave me the key to a place he keeps in Surry. He told me I could use it any time. I guess we could go there."

"Alright, all five of you are excused from all work and exams until further notice. Take as much time as you need to, to get Tracy healed."

"Thank you Mr. Mitchell."

"One other thing James; when we're alone, please call me Mike."

"Ok, Mr. … Mike."

Without further ado, James goes in search of his friends. His first stop is Gordo's room.

When Gordo answers the door, James concludes there's no two ways to put it, Gordo, looks like Hell. He looks like he hasn't had any sleep, and has been alternating between, throwing up and bashing his head against the wall.

"I'd ask how you're doing Gordo, but I don't think I want to know."

The big man waves James in, "What can I do for ya, ma man?"

"I'm holding a small meeting in my room to discuss certain matters."

Nodding in understanding, "I'll be there."

James nods and heads to collect the ladies.

Neither one of them questions James when he leads him to his room.

They find Gordo and Iq already waiting for them.

After everyone's seated James begins to give them a run down of what's happened, "As all of you know yesterday Tracy was kidnapped and assaulted. I've just come form talking with Mr. Mitchell, and he has dismissed all of us from all wand and exams. My uncle has given me free reign of a flat and I have instructions from Mr. Mitchell that all five of us are to clear out of Warfield immediately."

Tracy quietly says, "James?"

James replies in a very soothing voice, "Yes?"

In the same voice, "How much did you tell Mitchell?"

"I told him only the broad events, but he guessed the particulars."

By now the rest of the crew, except Gordo, are gg thg the two very strange looks.

James gives Tracy a questioning look. When he gets a small nod in response, he says, "What's said here must go no further, understood?"

He gets an affirmative of one form or another from all parties before saying, "When Tracy was kidnapped she was assaulted, but she wasn't beaten."

Comprehension followed by rage crosses Iq and Phoebe's faces.

"Now you know why this must never be repeated?"

Again he gets nods all around, "Good, then go get packed. I want to leave before lunch. Also, make sure you make arrangements to be gone for a month or more. I'm planning on taking my car and Gordo's van. Any questions? No? Ok, get to it."

With that, Gordo and the girls quickly leave.

James and Iq get packed with few words exchanged between them; both are too focused on containing their rage to think about conversation.

James only packs several changes of cloths; he's wearing his uncles' gift.

Iq on the other hand, packs everything short of the bathroom sink, and only then because he can't think of a way to conveniently take it with them.

James first takes his duffle bag down to Gordo's van and then helps Iq with the several boxes of electric eccentricities.

As James and Iq are finishing up packing, Gordo and the girls arrive with their few bags.

James once more assumes command of the situation. "Tracy will ride with me. The rest of you can ride in the van."

None of the teens argue with him as they pile into the vehicles and start their trip.

A/N: Coming up next chapter we get a surprise visitor and a few metaphorical bombs get dropped. Can you guess who it was that assaulted Tracy?
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