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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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James awakes in the morning with Tracy still in his arms

Disclaimers: I don’t own James and crew, and I’m not making any money off them, I’m just doing this because I enjoy it so don’t sue.
#2: The Raven belongs to Edgar Allen Poe; I’m just borrowing a line from it. If you can’t spot the line in the story, I’ll point it out at the end.
James awakes in the morning with Tracy still in his arms. He smiles at her when he sees she’s awake. The two share a quick kiss before getting dressed.
At breakfast, James announces his intention to go to the club with Tracy. The rest of the team declines the offer to join them, citing other responsibilities.
James and Tracy take his car to the ‘country club.’
A short time later, the two are on the firing range. James is helping Tracy iron out any small imperfections in her shooting style. It’s near lunchtime and the range master is getting ready to leave when James decides to break for lunch.
As James leans in to tell Tracy to take a break, he can faintly hear her talking to herself. Leaning in further he can make out what she’s saying.
“‘Quote the Raven,’,” bam, the pistol in Tracy’s hand discharges, “‘“Never more.”’” Bam, “never, ” bam, “ever,” bam, “EVER,” bam, “more.” Bam, click, click, click.
Tracy keeps pulling the trigger on the now empty gun until James lays a gentle hand on her wrist. Tracy lowers the handgun and turns towards James. She then pushes herself into James’ chest and breaks out crying.
The range master starts to head their way to investigate, until he sees the look James is giving him over Tracy’s head. He blanches and mouths the words, “I’ll lock the door. Take your time.”
James smiles and nods his head.
Tracy is still crying full tilt as James looks down the alley and pales at what he sees.
The target silhouette has seventeen holes in it, the entire clip of the Glock she’s using, all of them in the head.
James holds Tracy until she stops crying.
Tracy smiles her thanks to James as they part.
James clears hihroahroat and says, “I was going to tell you that I think it’s time to take a lunch break, but I think you’ve already reached that conclusion.”
“That sounds like an excellent suggestion James.”
Tracy replaces the borrowed pistol and the pair leave the range. The range master is waiting for them just outside the door to the range.
“May I speak with you a moment young man?”
“Sure, Tracy head to the cafeteria, I’ll be along in a moment.”
“Sure James,” Tracy says and then heads down the hall.
Addressing himself to the man James asks, “How can I help you?”
“What happened to that young woman? I thinu cau called her ‘Tracy’?”
The man shivers when he sees the look in James eyes as he remembers the incident. In a tight voice, James says, “Something you need not concern yourself with.”
With that, James heads to the dinning room.
A short time later the two head back to the house.
The afternoon passes uneventfully, until there’s a knock at the door. Once more, the boys’ guns magically appear in their hands.
James and Gordo head for the door.
Once more James checks to see who’s at the door. James finds someone who looks like his uncle waiting in front of the door. He’s about let him in when he sees that the man has a guest, a shorter, older lady, who looks almost as mean as Jaws.
“Gordo, step around the corner and get ready for a t.” t.”
“What’s up?”
“Someone who looks like my uncle with someone I don’t know.”
“Got it.”
James slips the gun into his pocket as Gordo steps out of sight.
James opens the door and says, “Hello Uncle.”
James puts his arm around his uncles’ shoulders as he leads him into the house.
They hear the sound of a hammer being drawn back behind them. As 007 starts to turn to look, he feels the barrel of a gun press into his ribs.
The older man looks at James and says, “What’s going on here Nephew?”
James is scowling as he says, “Who are you?”
“What do you mean, I’m your uncle.”
The two look towards the door and see Gordo with his gun to the woman’s head.
“I seriously doubt that. In the first place, I didn’t receive any notification of a visit; and second, my uncle wouldn’t bring an unknown person here without warning.”
Comprehension quickly dawns on the mans face and he says, “I never thought of that James. You’re right to be paranoid. Is there any way I can prove to you I’m really your uncle.”
James thinks for a moment and says, “What was the last question you asked me during you last visit?”
The man smiles and says, “I asked you if you and Gordo here had come to the door with your guns already drawn.”
James nods and holsters his piece.
The young spy asks, “Who’s the floozy?”
The woman flushes with rage as 007 visibly fights to suppress his laughter.
Chuckling 007 says, “James, allow me to introduce you to M, my boss.”
“Oh dear. Gordo, put it in leather.”
Gordo grins at M and James as he holsters his gun.
James says, “I do apologize for the reception ma’am. I hope you can understand the paranoia given what can be done as far as masks go.”
M draws herself up to her full height, not very intimidating as she only come up to the young mans chin, and says, “I can tell you’ve been trained by 007, I’m not sure if this is a good thing or not.”
“Would you like something to drink,” James asks as a peace offering.
“A bon ion if you please.”
“This way,” James says, and leads to the sitting room.
James passes out the drinks to everyone, a bourbon for M, of course a dry martini for his uncle, Gordo grabs a beer, and James pours himself a glass of cognac.
The rest of the team filters in slowly through out the conversation.
After everyone’s seated, James starts the conversation. “So for what do we owe the visit uncle?”
The elder Bond says, “I’m afraid that M here, found out about our little arrangement nephew. She’s insisting, that I pull the plug on you and your friends.”
James laughs and asks, “Have you explained to her the consequences of withdrawing your support uncle?”
“I’ve tried to, but she refuse to believe me.”
M angrily states, “I am right here you know.”
“Is she always this touchy uncle?”
“Not quite, just where I’m concerned.”
M’s face is red with indignation when James addresses her.
“What has my uncle told you about our involvement?”
Still looking indignant, M says, “He’s told me that he’s already misappropriated MI6 resources to assist you in a manner not conducive to his assignment.”
“You mean the farm house?”
“Yes I do.”
“In that case ma’am, the use of the resources was well within the spectrum of his assignment to dismantle S.C.U.M. My friends and myself were there for a brief period of time for a rescue mission. We did not take anything else. The was immense potential to gather useful intelligence from the location.”
M looks shocked at the young m sta statement, but continues. “007 has also informed me that you and your friends will continue your work even if we withdraw support.”
“That, ma’am, is the absolute truth. I’d been fighting S.C.U.M. for several years before I went to Warfield and have continued fighting them since. We’ll invite ourselves to the party if you refuse to invite us.”
At this, Goand and Tracy go and stand shoulder to shoulder behind the chair James is sitting in. Phoebe goes to stand next to Tracy, while Iq takes up position next to Gordo.
M fixes the young man with the glare she normally reserves for agents who’ve earned her wrath. This glare has successfully intimidated every agent she’s ever dealt with, that is until she met James Bond. The glare was wasted in 007 and, like uncle, like nephew.
James fixes the older woman with a calm stare and simply waits.
M looks away first.
She looks back to the teens and says, “I can see you mean what you say. Damn it.” She suddenly reaches her right hand into her jacket.
M freezes when she suddenly finds herself looking down a pair of pistol barrels.
M blanches when she realizes that any wrong move could get her killed. She slowly reaches her left hand up, and pulls away her jacket. Still moving very slowly, M reaches to an inside pocket and pulls out a cell phone.
The three armed men in the room visibly relax when the see what M was reaching for. James and Gordo holster their weapons.
“A little on edge are we, Mr. Bond?”
“A little ma’am, a little.”
M punches in the speed dial and waits for the connection to be made.
“Hello, Ms. Moneypenny. I’ve decided to authorize the independent team that 007 requested. Please have the paperwork ready when I arrive. Yes, I do believe she is, why? Very well, I shall. Have a good evening. Ms. Paragon, Moneypenny requested that I tell you hello from her. Would you mind telling me how you know my assistant?”
Phoebe blushes and the rest of the team laughs as she says, “Elise Moneypenny is my godmother.”
“Interesting. Very well then I’ll be on my way. Feel free to stick around Bond. I’m sure you have a lot of explaining to do.”
The senior Bond nod his head and says, “Have a good evening M.”
Gordo escorts the woman to the door and the rest of the team heads to other places around the house, leaving the Bonds alone.
“Well uncle, that was certainly enlightening.”
“That it was nephew, that it was.”
The Bond men sip their drinks in companionable silence for a few minutes before 007ks aks at his watch.
“I’ll give her a few more minutes to clear out before I head out for the evening.”
“Looking to avoid your boss?”
Chuckling, 007 says, “M is learning to give me the space I need to do my job properly. However, she is still somewhat overbearing for my tastes.”
Laughing outright the men lift their glasses in silent salute.
“Well nephew, I’ll wish you a pleasant evening.”
The two men stand and head to the front door.
“I plan to stop by again either tomorrow or the day after James.”
“Better make it the day after then uncle. I plan on taking everyone to the club tomorrow.”
007 thinks for a second before saying, “How about we meet there for lunch then?”
“That should work out well. Shall we say about noon?”
“Excellent nephew, excellent.”
With that the older spy walks out the door and disappears in the foggy London street.
James laughs as he closes the door and goes to find the others.
(Scene change.)
As the team spreads out, Tracy grabs Phoebe.
“Hey Pheebs, could I get those disks back, please?”
“Sure Tracy.”
The ladies go to Phoebe’s room where she goes to the dresser, opens one of the doors, pulls out the case, and hands it to Tracy.
“Ready to deal with whatever’s on there?”
“Not really, but I have no choice. I have to deal with it sooner or later, and I’d rather it be sooner.”
Phoebe nods, but doesn’t say a word as Tracy leaves the room.
Tracy waits patiently for the Bond’s to finish their talk, and for James to show his uncle out before she grabs him.
“James, can we talk somewhere private?”
“Of course Tracy.”
James goes to their room, with Tracy becoming more and more anxious by the moment.
Once in the room with the door closed and locked, James says, “What’s wrong Tracy?”
Tracy’s voice is barely above a whisper as she says, “I know something James. I know something and I’m afraid of what it could mean if I tell you. I’m scared that when you find out you’ll be disgusted with me; that you won’t want anything to do with me.”
James lifts his hand up and lightly tilts Tracy’s face up till she’s looking him in the eye. “Tracy, there is nothing you could tell me that could cause me to abandon you. Now, please tell me.”
Her voice barely audible, Tracy says, “I know who the spy in Warfield is.”
James’ voice is calm and soothing, as he says, “Who’s the spy?”
Tracy starts to cry openly and buries her face in James’ chest and manages to choke out the word, “Daddy,” between the sobs.
James gently wraps his arms around the sobbing woman and just holds her.
After Tracy quite crying, James asks her, “You mean the spy is Mr. Milbanks?”
Tracy’s voice is strong with anger as she backs away from James and says, “Not only is that bastard the spy, but the motherfucker is also Scum Lord.”
James’ face registers pure shock as he says, “You mean it was your own father that…” James can’t even bring himself to finish the sentence.
“Yes, it was my own father that raped and sodomized me.”
James sits down on the bed, hard.
“James, I want you to promise me something.”
“If I can, sure.”
“I don’t want you to kill daddy if you can avoid it.”
“Of course Tracy.”
Tracy grips James’ shoulder and indicates that she wants him to get up and follow her.
James silently follows Tracy as she heads first to the telly room and sees Phoebe there.
Tracy says, “Hey Pheebs, is Iq down in his lab?”
“Yes he is, why?”
“I just needed to talk to him, that’s all.”
Tracy heads to the basement, with James still following her.
They find the basement in a jumbled disarray of parts, pieces, and other objects that defy classification.
After looking around for a second Tracy spots Iq and goes over to speak to him.
“Iq, I need you to look over some information for me.”
Iq looks up in surprise, as he didn’t hear the two enter and says, “I’d be glad to help you.”
Tracy hands Iq the disks and says, “I got these files from the person I think is the spy at Warfield.”
Iq takes the disks and says, “Who…”
Iq doesn’t get any farther before he’s silenced by the twin looks from James and Tracy.
Iq turns to his computer and says, “I’ll get on this immediately.”
James and Tracy take their leave of the lab. The two spend the remainder of the time just sitting on the couch. Well, James is sitting while Tracy takes a nap, using James’ shoulder for a pillow.
At dinner the whole team enjoys the fruits of Gordo’s labor.
After everyone is done eating, drinks are once more passed around and James stands up to make a small speech.
“Ok ladies and gentlemen, may I have your attention for a second. Today, I came into possession of some critical intelligence courtesy of Tracy. We think we have the needed information, not only to take out the spy at Warfield, but completely dismantle S.C.U.M.” James gives a deep sigh and prays that Tracy will forgive what he’s about to do. “The spy at Warfield is none other then Scum Lord himself. The name he’s using, is Mr. Milbanks.”
James looks at Tracy, expecting anger, only to find a look of calm serenity.
The others are in a state of shock, trying to integrate the thought of the stern, uncompromising school headmaster with the head of an evil organization.
Finally, Gordo speaks up, “How sure are you the it’s Mr. Milbanks?”
Tracy says, “I’m absolutely positive.”
That seems to settle the matter for everyone.
James picks up his glass and says, “We have the name of the traitor in out midst, and we have the element of surprise on our side. Look out Scum Lord, here we come.”
With that everyone lifts their glass before taking a sip.
A/N: The line from The Raven is “Quote the Raven, ‘Never more.’” Next chapter, the teens return to Warfield and begin their campaign against Scum Lord. Also, there will be some intercourse come the next chapter. Until next time.
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