|Partners In Spying
Author: Black Winged Detective PM
At Mi6 there's a new emplyee on the block. She may look a little young for the job but try tell that Q, they're the same age. The amount of damage these two could cause in a day in a day is unimaginable... This is their story in B's and Q's point of views.Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Crime - Q 1 - Chapters: 14 - Words: 18,600 - Reviews: 12 - Favs: 18 - Follows: 38 - Updated: 05-10-13 - Published: 11-17-12 - id: 8709870
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Changing My Persona
Slowly waking from my slumber I heard the creak of the room's door and a key twisting in the lock. My heart skipped to the next beat. Warning bells rang in my ears. My right eye opened slightly to see the intruder. I saw shockingly bright blue eyes and the younger face of the Inn's elderly manager. His son maybe. He must have been 50 years old at the most. He wore a zipped up grey fleece and black combat trousers with some heavy workman's boots. Gloves covered his hands stoping his finger prints from going on anything. His short black hair was cut in a I rolled quickly out of bed and stood up with my fists infront of my face trying to look as undisciplined in fighting as I could possible look. The man flashed an evil grin that turned my blood to stone. A gun came out of his back pocket and the barrel faced me at point blank range. I put my hands on my head in surrender.
He was used to guns. His hand did not shake nor did his eyes flicker any sign of fear. I was too far away to knock the gun from his grasp. "I...I...have a...a...a phone. I...I...can c...c...call the...the pol...police" I stammered on purpose. I took an attempt to show as much realistic fear as I could mimic at once. "Black Stag?" the man questioned. I looked blankly at him but kept the expression of fear of my skin. "Richard Gallows? Q? B?" He questioned again. The first two got me in the stomach and made it flip. But still I tried to look blankly. Damn me for always getting sent out in drama class at high school. Damn me for never paying attention to lessons I considered boring. "I don't know what your talking about! Just let me go. Take my bike, take my money, take my credit card. Just don't shot me please. I want to get into the next olympics not the next coffin please" I begged. Forcing a clear from my eye was just the icing on the cake, really.
He lowered his gun and came forward. His lips formed a sickening smile that could scare the living dead. "Your gonna do as your told, kid. Do you hear me? If not I'll put a few bullets threw your heart" He warned as he walked around the bed. His eyes were narrower and more suspicious. I nodded trying keep hold of my emotional mimic that I was using to look weak and scared. If I slip up now I'm as good as dead. "Good. How old are you?" He asked.
"Twenty four" Lie I'd just took off two years off my actual age. My voice was timid and quite but that was all part of the act. The right side of his lip raised making a dimple in his cheek. Right this guy is total freak! "Get your phone out" he ordered. I picked my mobile off the bed and held it in my hands. "Take the battery out"
I did as he said and dropped the two objects back onto the bed. "What's your name?" Wow this was guy was a bigger freak than I expected. I gulped then said my fake name like I had said it many times before. "Haley Mumford." I answered. He moved my phone and it's batteries onto the ground with a clatter. Surly Bond must have heard this confrontation by now. The man sat down the bed and patted the spot next to him. "No way! I ain't doing that." I stepped back losing my whole fake persona that I had been using since I had woken up. "Why do want to know my name first? It's err Gordy" The man who named himself Gordy sniggered.
I looked at the gun in fear. My mind set changed once again back into the mind set of Haley Mumford the biker hoping to get into the Olympics. "I tell you what. I'll place the gun in my pocket" Gordy slipped the gun into his back pocket then patted the space again. "Sit" He spoke sturnly. He was clearly losing patience which was good because impatient people always make mistakes. I didn't move. He stood up and pushed me to the floor. I let out a loud cry even though I felt no pain. Hopefully Bond would hear. "Do as your told you stupid b!tch!" He shouted at the top of his lungs. I stood up off the ground with the persona of Haley Mumford taking hold. Fake tears fell from my eyes like small steams of water. I wipped them away with a shaking hand. "I'd rather die" I mumbled. A punch hit me lip causing me to stumble to the side. A iron taste filled my mouth. I put my hand up to my lip to find a slippery surface. My fingers were covered in blood. I dropped my act for the last time and became my true self. "What the hell? Do you know how hard it is to get blood stains out of clothing!" I sneered at him. Gordy noticed the drastic change in my character. His hand went for the gun. But I was quicker. I hoped on my left foot then smashed my right into Gordy's side. The gun crashed to the ground. I smirked with blood trickling down from one side of my lip. Gordy stumbled sideways like a drunken homeless person falling off the curb. "That's what you get when you hit a girl" I said after I had picked up the gun. It was me in control know. My hand trembled but I would still hit him in the left lung if I missed his heart. I wasn't used to guns. It was clear to see; my hand trembled, my heart thumped behind my ribs and my blood flooded with epinephrine. "Kneel down and sing Twinkle Twinkle Little Star" I ordered. Gordy stayed were he was The door crashed open. I looked up quickly and pointed the gun at Bond who stood in the doorway holding a 9mm short Walther PPK/S. "Jesus Christ and you call be trigger happy" He commented just before I found myself being tackled to the ground by Gordy. I slid the gun under the bed then scrammbled away from the madman. Bond fired his Walther PPK/S 9mm short. The bullet passed straight threw Gordy's throat and lodge in the wall next to him. He laid there dead with his blood spilling on the floor. After saying some vulgar words under my breath I stood up and looked at the bullet that was lodged deeply in the wall. I removed a hair grip and picked out the bullet. "Why do that I only shot him it isn't a murder?"
"Well, it is and I'm removing evidence. Your gun is only used by Mi6 that bullet can only be shot by a Walther PPK/S." I stood up holding the bloody bullet in the palm of my hand.
I looked out of the window to see the sun slowly setting behind the heath. "Did they know it was you?" Bond asked quickly. I shrugged then thought about the last fine minutes. The odd questions asked. The delayed shooting. "No, I don't think they knew. He would have shot me quicker"
"So what now?"
"I dunno your the fecking field person." My voice was frustrated but quiet. I sat down on the bed i starred at the bullet holding it uo too the light. Then my stupid mind got to work. Thinking up old tales, new books, old tactics, new disasters and the natural biological way of thinking. "Right into the dragons den" I mumbled as my brain finally got the gist of it all. Bond only starred blankly. He had no clue. I suppose field agents don't need to think like the people working in Q branch. Field agents are more offence than agents at Q branch we think about defence and statics. "Pardon? Theo Paphitis is not here this is espionage not buisness talk." Bond told me as he counted the bullets in his Walther PPK/S 9mm short. I let out a frustrated huff filled with annoyance. "Your truly a dumd ass. I'm not thinking about Dragon's Den. It's a saying but its also a tactic used all the time." My mind was excited, I was excited. The chances of getting Q I mean Eddie away from Black Stag have just got greater and it's their fault.
"Oh please elaborate my trigger happy brain does not understand" Bond commented jokingly. I grabbed my rucksack off the ground and walked to the bathroom where I locked myself in. I got changed into some darker clean clothes that I would be needing if I didn't want to stand out like a sore thumb.
"Are you going to tell me?" Bond called from behind the door. I huffed then shoved my hair into a pony tail then I turned to the mirror. My lip had stopped bleeding but it still stung. I washed the blood off my face then unlocked the door and stepped out. Bond was unplugging my laptop so it stopped charging. "If you were Black Stag what would you think your enemy which is me would do?" I asked trying to get Bond the dumb ass to work what my idea was for himself. I took the laptop off him and stuffed it into my rucksack. "Well, I would expect you to stay in London and not find me"
"Exactly. We are gonna do the opposite we're going into their den to get Q back. Which is exactly what they won't be expecting..." I looked at Bond's suit then shrugged. He better get something darker on or I swear I'll get Q back on my own. "Wow, err... Ever thought suits are hard to run in? Or that white shirts are easy to spot in the dark?"
"Fine. Stay here"
"Well, no. I'm just gonna teleport out of here and climb The Houses Of Parliament" I said sarcastically. "I'll make it look like suicide shall I?" I said as I put my leather gloves on my hands. Bond didn't answer he just waltzed out of the room. I took a bullet from Gordy's gun and dipped it in his blood before placing it back in the gun and firing it at the bullsthole which Bond's gun had made. I put the gun in his most dominant hand then put his body in a position that would suggest suicide almost instantly.
There was a knocks at the door. It was morse code. "Yes?" I asked knowing it would be the usual thing to say. "You ready?" he said with a newly found scottish accent. I looked at the room seeing if I'd left anything to clue who I was. Nothing. Then opened to door. I was ready, beyond ready in fact. Only I couldn't help but think of my dad's death. Could it happen again? Who would come back injured or who would come back in a coffin covered by a Union Jack? Those questions stayed in my mind when I saw the dead body of the Inn's boss lying on the ground with a bullet threw his heart. Bond blocked my view from the gory scene. "Forget about it." He said as he ripped off our booking pages. "I've seen worse, you can trust me on that one"