Bad Liar

Chapter four: Shaken, not stirred

"I want a drink." James stated.

"You always want a drink." You pointed out.

"I know, but can we please go to a bar and at least get one drink?" James pleaded. "Please?" The please did it. You sighed.

"Fine" James cheered and pumped the air. "But only one drink." You said. James' face dimed. "And no refills." James looked even sadder. "But you get to drive." You said. James' smile returned. "But not on the way back." James sighed.

"Fine, let's go." You, and Nomi followed him to his Aston Martin. You let Nomi take a shotgun and slide into the back. James and Nomi didn't bring guns but you did. There was one hidden in your pocket and one on your belt. James had asked why you had brought guns to the bar and you had told him to mind his own business. In truth you were hoping no one who worked your father was there. James parked outside the bar and the moment you smelled the inside you told them you'd stay outside. But James dragged you inside and you dealt with the stench. Nomi and James both ordered something but you decided to stay sober.

"Get something, y/n!" nomi said. "Just one drink! Specters gone! Their men who had the scientist won't find us!" She doesn't know.

"I'll stay sober, thanks." You said. Nomi rolled her eyes and took a sip of her chosen alcohol. James was ordering.

"I'd like a vodka martini, shaken not stirred." The bartender nodded and began to make James' drink.

"You should talk to Blofeld." You suggested to James. "You could get some information about Heracles." James nodded, taking a sip of his drink.

"He only talks to one person." Nomi said.

"And who's that?" James asked. Nomi gave a worried glance at him and sipped her drink.

"Madeleine Swann" James' face tensed. You recognized the name. The lights went out. Someone screamed. Someone pulled you back off the chair and you felt a sharp pain in your head. You passed out.

When you woke up you were zip-tied to a chair. You tried to break free.

"It won't work." Someone said. You looked over to see Primo.

"What do you want, cyclops?" You asked. Most people at MI6 called him that. Primo grimaced at the name and you grinned. "I'll ask you one more time, cyclops, what do you want?"

"It's not what I want, it's what he wants." Primo said and you knew what he ment. Your father wants something.

"What does he want?" You hissed, bad memories bubbling up.

"He wants the world to evolve." Primo said. You rolled your eyes.

"And how am I supposed to help with that?" You asked.

"Keep Bond away." Primo ordered. 

"You know I can't do that." You said. "Bond has a mind of his own. I can't stop him. He'll push me down before I can finish my sentence." Primo didn't say anything. You saw your child self echoing in his eye, the other, stared blankly at you. The zip tie holding your hands together broke and you rubbed the zip tie around your legs against the leg of the chair. Thankfully Primo didn't say anything. He just stared, mulling over the last thing you said.

The zip tie was almost broken when he finally spoke.

"You will make sure he doesn't find out about the poison garden." Primo said.

"He'll find out eventually!" The zip tie snapped. "And if there's someone who has something bad to say about Safin who MI6 knows about, he'll find them and he'll find out."

"Keep him away from Madeleine Swann."

"I can't." You said. "He'll see her soon. He'll see her when he talks to Blofeld. She's the only psychiatrist he'll talk to." Primo's mouth thinned. You eyed the room. It was just you and Primo. But there were probably guards waiting outside the door. Primo's eyes followed yours to the door. You lunged at him. It took him by surprise and you were able to rest the gun out of his grip. You kicked him against the wall and smashed the butt of the gun into his face. He slumped to the ground, out. You knocked on the door and slid to the door. A guard opened the door and walked into the room. You shot him. There was another one but you shot him also. You picked up another gun from one of the guards loosened grip and ran out of the room. You weren't in the poison garden. Oh, thank god. You ran towards the door leading towards the outside. Five guards turned the corner and pointed their guns at you and started firing. You hid behind a wall and occasionally fired out at them. The guards creeped towards the wall you were hiding behind and parts of the wall next to you started flying off. You shot the brains out of the first guard that came around the corner and shot the rest of the guards. You ran out the door and broke the window of the nearest car. You got into the car and slammed the door closed. You turned the ignition on and rolled out of the parking space and onto the street. You recognized where you were. Fortunately you were near MI6. You made a mental note of where this place was before driving towards MI6.

"What does he want?"

"He wants the world to evolve."

"And how am I supposed to help with that?"

"Keep Bond away."

"You know I can't do that. Bond has a mind of his own. I can't stop him. He'll push me down before I can finish my sentence."

"You will make sure he doesn't find out about the poison garden."

"He'll find out eventually! And if there's someone who has something bad to say about Safin who MI6 knows about, he'll find them and he'll find out."

"Keep him away from Madeleine Swann."

You can see MI6 in the distance, slowly getting closer. You wonder how James and Nomi were. You hoped they were at MI6. You hoped they weren't hurt. Then again, hope is a fragile thing. It's easy to break and easy to create. But sometimes it's hard to get hope back. Especially when you stopped hoping a long time ago.

You finally feel the pain. You looked down at your body and saw you'd been shot in the leg. You looked back up to see MI6 murteling up. You turned into the parking lot and got out of the car. You were relieved when you saw James' Aston Martin a few spaces away. You walked into the building, trying hard not to show a limp. James and Nomi saw you first.