Intrigue at Warfield | By : oldwolf Category: +G through L > James Bond Jr. Views: 3138 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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The teens make the trip tndonndon and the address provided by 007 without incident
Disclaimer: See chapter 1.
Warnings: None.
The teens make the trip to London and the address provided by 007 without incident. James is amazed that Tracy sleeps through most of the trip with her head resting on his shoulder.
To their pleasant surprise, they find out 007 slightly mislead them. The teens were expecting a decent sized apartment, what they find is a two-story house.
At first James is sure he mixed up the address of the flat with the address of the house of ill repute. However, he still tries the key and the door opens.
James goes upstairs to explore the bedrooms, he also claims the master bed; Gordo makes for the kitchen; the girls check out the living room; and Iq investigates the basement.
Tracy and Phoebe spend the day watching television; Iq of course spends his day in his new lab; Gordo demonstrates a new skill, it would seem that the man is quite a good cook; James sets up an end table and chair across from the door to the outside, gets a deck of cards, places the Walter on the table and plays solitaire all day.
One by one the teens slip off to bed as midnight approaches, until only James is left awake. Gordo and Iq are rooming together, and Tracy and Phoebe are also sharing a room.
It’s about ten minutes after the last of the crew has slipped off to bed when James goes over to the liquor cabinet and mixes a vodka martini, shaken, not stirred.
He’s just finishing up when he hears the door open.
“Been waiting outside long Uncle,” James says as he turns and gives the drink to 007.
Chuckling the spy sa“Onl“Only about an hour and a half.”
The two Bond men take seats opposite each other.
“So Nephew, care to tell me what happened? I caught all kinds of flack for the clean up yesterday.”
James gives his uncle a full rundown of the events, leaving out nothing.
With his rage barely concealed, 007 says, “I’m pretty sure I know the answer to this question already, but I feel the need to ask it anyways. Do any of you want out?”
“What do you mean uncle?”
“James this is the first time you have crossed sabers with S.C.U.M. with serious consequences. If you want, I can spin the needed stories to get the lot of you out of this entire mess. This is the only chance you’re going to get, the first time you drew blood against S.C.U.M. was a fluke, after this, it’s going to be open warfare.”
James nods and says, “Thanks for the offer Uncle, and I’ll be sure to pass it along. However, I doubt anyone’ll take it.”
“Why do you say that nephew?”
“Gordo wants blood for what happened to Tracy, incidentally, so do I. I suspect Tracy wants blood more then the two of us together. Iq will stand by me and Gordo through thick and thin; and wheregoesgoes, Phoebe goes.”
Bond Sr. smiles, “That’s exactly the logic I followed. As a result, I pulled some strings.” He reaches into his jacket and pulls out a manila envelope that he hands to James.
Opening the envelope, James finds a permit to carry a concealed weapon issued to James Bond Junior.
James stammers a thanks to his uncle.
“Keep looking.”
James looks at the other papers in the envelope and finds copies of the permit issued to Gordo Lighter, Horace Buthroide, Tracy Milbanks, and Phoebe Pharagan.
James is almost in shock as he says, “I’m not sure if it’s wise for Iq and Phoebe.”
007 simply smiles at his nephew and says, “You might be surprised. I probably shouldn’t tell you this, but I’ve been assigned to dismantling S.C.U.M. I can’t give you too much open support, but if you just happen find a S.C.U.M. hideout, and you happen to give me a call after you get there, I won’t be able to do much except get the strike team there as soon as I can.”
The two spies are grinning at each other when James gives a big yawn.
“I’d better get going James.”
They stand and shake hands, “I’ll talk to you later Uncle.”
After James shows 007 out, he goes up to his room, puts the Walter under his pillow, strips down to his boxers, and falls asleep.
At about three James is awoken by someone entering his room. His hand darts to under his pillow and grabs the gun as he rolls off the bed and turns towards the door.
Standing in the door, in a nightshirt, is Tracy. James lowers the gun and asks, “What can I do for you Tracy?”
In a voice barely above a whisper Tracy says, “I couldn’t sleep. Could I sleep in your bed?”
James crawls back onto the bed, replaces the gun, and pats the spot on the bed next to him, “Sure.”
Tracy hesitantly walks over to the bed and lays down with her back to James.
James can feel that she’s stiff as a board. As he puts an arm around her waist, he can feel her shiver, and then relax. In less then a minute, Tracy’s breathing has settled into a deep, regular pattern.
Concluding Tracy’s asleep, James allows himself to be carried off to the land of dreams.
A/N: Short chapter I know, but it seemed a good place to break. Expect some rather interesting turns in the next chapter. Until next time.
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