Jenette

Chapter 5

He nudged his head towards to the right but it just made it seem like he was about to have a seizure.

"What are you doing?" I asked trying my hardest not to laugh when he saw I was confused.

"I was trying to point that there's a hole at that end of the room that leads to the east wing of the building but obviously that was an epic fail,"

"Just go," I pushed him towards the hole. At least he was talking to me.  He lifted the lid and slammed it on the roof.

"Why don't you slam it louder so everyone can hear? Q?" I whisper shouted as he sighed really loud. I followed afterwards closing the lid over my head. The house was really dark thanks to the gigantic red drapes that were on the 7 feet louvre windows. There was a short ladder leading down from the roof and stopping 4 feet above the ground. I had to find a way to jump without making a sound.  Q was already giving me the 'just get on with it' face while I was trying to be precise. I tensed my calves and relied on my cat reflexes and jumped not on the heel of my shoes but on the bridge.

"That wasn't so bad now was it," Q said.  I was pretty sure he was grinning but it was dark and I couldn't see it which I really appreciated.

"I don't hear anything," I said and added "Where would you go in this place,"

"I mean we don't stash gold in our dungeon basement if that's what you're asking," Q said, releasing the urge for me to just snap his neck off.

"Q focus, where is the most suspicious room here,"

"I mean we have a chivalry but I always feel sleepy when I'm there,"  I pressed my hand to my head and looked in Q's direction although I could only see his silhouette.

"Of course he's there, lead the way," I said grabbing his forearm.

"Ok sheesh," You would hope that you won't have to basically entrust your life with someone who had an empty skull. My sad life. We basically ran as I checked from time to time if we were followed. We made a sharp right into another wing I wasn't sure of as I tried not to fall off from the second floor as some parts of the banister had gotten rusty and had fallen off.  As we got closer I could hear some rambling. My stomach churned but I tried to stay calm. I knew Q didn't want to talk because we would startle the person but he squeezed his grip on my wrist which was far from assuring but I knew it meant we were close. I saw sun streaks from straight ahead cast on the floor, I guess the next turning to the right was the chivalry hallway because most definitely I saw a shadow as well.

          I reached into my coat to make sure my gun was in my pocket and my special gas fuser in case we needed the person for further interrogations. Speedily but carefully we reached the opening and lo and behold there it was in black. We stepped forward together as Q cleared his throat.

"You're on personal property?" Q said hands in Hugo Boss suit probably holding a gun.

"Aww you're being polite," I said and turned to the person sharply " Sadly that's not how I run things,"

I wasn't surprised that it lunged at me first, I guessed because I was the ruder one. I ducked just in time, I mean he's messing with the queen of reflexes. Making sure his mask was still on his head, he lunged at me as I ducked again making sure to give him a short and sharp jab at his ribcage.  I heard it gasp which was excellent. We needed a clue. I needed to find a way to remove the mask or release the gas so he could go unconscious but his nose was covered so that was a no-no. It pinned both my hands to the wall, taking advantage that I was thinking too much, I quickly used my forehead to hit his head sharply as he fell to the floor but rolled away quickly from my kick. I tried to look for the gas tube in my pocket but I couldn't find it. What in the world was Q doing? I was basically battling this guy by myself. He had managed to stand up and was now trying to battle Q and I simultaneously. I mean I could have shot this guy but I didn't want blood on my outfit. It's really hard to wash out and the glares I would get from the dry cleaners' isn't something to look forward to. I mean this figure had no boobs so I'm guessing it's a guy. Almost as immediately, the guy turned around before Q could hit him on the head unconscious, he ran from us, grabbed something from one of the glass cases and ran straight for the seven feet window. Was he actually going to- Yes he did, he ran through the glass on the second floor and actually landed through the sun roof of a waiting car and drove off.