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[Athena007]

Funny you should suggest that... I have a lovely blue dress with black lace over it... I do hope you'll like it. See you tomorrow night, Bryce.

[Bryce (003)]

*Bryce finishes checking Brioni Tux*

Should be grand.

*Bryce calls florist and request one dozen Royal Blue tulips to be delivered to Moneypenny Friday morning*

The card?

"Looking forward to making beautiful music together."

[Joyce Carrington]

Xen, I DO have Seth's number... It's just that I... well...
*009 starts blushing* I'm afraid to... oh well, is this ANY of your business?
What did he call you about?

[Xenobia]

Hmm...something about wanting to see you. I didn't catch the name of the hotel he was in...but how many hotels could there be in London.

I'm sure you can find him with a little leg work, if you are up for it this morning.

-- Xenobia

[Joyce Carrington]

As I told you before Xen, I'm crazy but not stupid. And where is Matt with the photos?

[Bryce (003)]

004 will be crushed...

How was your date at his place 009?

[Joyce Carrington]

He didn't show up. Ah well, there's always champagne.

[Xenobia]

No one said you were stupid Joyce, or sober for that matter. Don't worry 004 likes collecting photos. He's probably got them up on his hidden wall.

-- Xenobia

[Joyce Carrington]

Hidden wall? And that is located... where?

[Bryce (003)]

Oh... In the study behind the bust of....

ooops....

[Joyce Carrington]

Thanks Bryce, I think I know enough. And don't worry, I won't tell 004 I heard it from you. Then again, I might.

[Xenobia]

Then again, she might get bust-ed.

Sorry, it was there, I had to do it.

-- Xenobia

[Joyce Carrington]

I won't get busted. I'll have Molly do it. Again.

[Bryce (003)]

He does like the sexy lingerie....ask of any of the strippers....er Dancers...he's paid for.

Oh...That kind of bust...

Perhaps I've said too much...Nahhhhhhh.

[Xenobia]

Leave Molly alone. What did she ever do to you? Did she turn you down or something?

And as for you 003, the second you inhale to start speaking, you have already said too much.

-- Xenobia

[Joyce Carrington]

009: "Molly's just the perfect way to get through a boring day at the office."

*009 sniggers*
*Turns around and looks right into M's face*

009: "Good morning... You must be looking for 003... 004? Moneypenny? G? Xen? DLib? Molly?"

*M shakes head*

009: "Ah. It's about the grenade isn't it?"

*M nods*

[Matt O'S oo4]

Mission Report.

Continued approach by unknown hostiles. 8:30 PM.


I have been followed returning to my flat in hopes of meeting up with 009.

Hm.

Who am I kidding. Were both what we are. Feelings don't matter. They're not part of the game. There just tools of the trade.

Nothing more.

Had to drive past my flat. Couldn't get a camera lock on them. Bastards. Who the hell....

Dammed sneaky SOB's.

I think we need to make in a basic guideline - destroy black BMW's on sight.....no...too easy.

Damn.

004 pulls his Lagonda to the side of the road for a moment and reaches inside his jacket pocket and reassures himself that his Beretta is where is should be. All the while, keeping his eyes on his mirrors and heads up displays.

Clips. Uh, huh.

Blades. Ditto.

Back up piece. Good.

004 pops open his glove compartment and removes what looks like a pair of ordinary reading glasses.

Slipping them on, 004 activates the touch panel and attempts to increase his night vision sensitivity.

Better.

Two in one vehicle.

Three in the other.

Damn.

Time to go.

004 pulls out and heads out of town, driving at a steady clip.

Can't be in a position to decimate any additional civilians. We do enough of that at the Russian Tea House.

They must know.

They must know I can see them and know they are there.

Damn.

The hell with it.

004 opens up his Aston-Martin. Time to stir the kettle.

One car is caught off guard and fall behind quickly, but not the second. 004 switches to VOX.

This is Matthew O'Shawnassey of Her Majesties Secret Service initiating full systems voice recognition code: Omega Delta Chi.

The vehicles computer talks back...."retina eye scan....initiating...."

A small light seems to brush by 004's left eye momentarily and switches off.

"Confirmed. All systems on voice registery. Good evening Matthew. How may I be of assistance."

"Autodrive."

"Confirmed. Autodrive activated," the cold female voice announced.

004 begins to remove all his weapons from their holsters and place thme into swift and each reach, except his 92F when he leaves in his Martin-Triple draw holster under his left arm. One Walter PPK. One Browning High Power, his Beretta 92F and his fathers 41 magnum kept in the glove compartment.

Hmmm. Five men against one. Doesn't seem fair. Hell with it. Its their funeral.

"Self drive," the computer pipes up: "Confirmed."

004 puts the pedal to the floor and the Lagonda moves away like a wild animal. The Second BMW is attempting to stay with him. The first one had been slowly gaining but now seemed to be falling back as Matt let his car open completely up.

004 looked back in surprise. Flashes of light sparkle from the front of the BMW and lead hails off the rear deck of his car.

Reading the road ahead a bit with his heads-up display, 004 notes a curve up ahead.

"Activate smoke screen." "Active...," barked the computer, "...standing by for cutoff command."

004 watches the following vehicles as he holds his car on the road at over 190 KPH. He grimly watches the vehicle behing him pull back, then suddenly begin to close in...

"Initiante oil slick" "Active...," repeated the computer, "...standing by for cutoff command."

Once again the car behind him seemed to slow, then gain on 004. This is BS.

"Arm taillight mines. On my mark, drop mines and cancel oil slick and smoke screen."

004 waited for the curve to reach it apex and spouted, "MARK!" As he did so, 004 accellerated even more and looked back.

As he expected, a very gratifying explosion rocked behind him and the force buffeted his Lagonda slightly.

That should take care of that.

004, seeing no one one in pursuit, reduces his speed to just under 120 KPH.

"Computer.....reload taillight mines..."

"Commencing....90 seconds to comletion."

Taken completely by surprise, 004 is shocked as his vehicle is slammed into from the side. Looking to his right...he barely can make out what appears to be the outline of another car.

Time to get out of this. I been meaning to give the brakes a complete test.

"Computer....emergency stop....NOW!!"

"Confirmee," and the Aston-Martin Lagona moves from 120 KPH to 0 in two point three seconds.

"Damned retros..."

004 throws the car into reverse, perfomes a near perfect J-turn and doubles-back, driving the way he came.

"Activate forward systems. Arm stingers. Activate machine guns."

A moment later - "Active."

Come on you bloody -- DAMN!!

Activate UV on HSD...NOW.

Suddenly the outline of a dark vehicle appear....DEAD AHEAD.

004 stomps the brakes and hauls hard over on the wheel...his car careens off the road into a marshy meadow.

"I hate four wheeling....."

"Activate all exteral defenses," yells 004 as he tries to right his car, turning it and driving it sluggishly in the soft grass back to the road.

"Active," coos the computer.

At once, a bright white flash of light and a massive explosion erupts behind the turning Lagonda - spins the car out.

004 fights for consciousness. BS! Not today.

"Autodrive....Command priority ONE.....RETURN."

"Confirmed. Return to home base. Commencing."

No, no, not to....not to.....004 sees black.

11:44 PM

004 feels himself in darkness. His face is moist. His body feels dazed, even shocked.

"I'd rather have a hangover....aaaahhhhh.....," he thinks. No, really.

Slowly and with great effort, he opens his eyes.

Blackness.

Think.

Surroundings.

Focus.

FOCUS!

Car...still in Lagonda.....?

I think.

004 whispers. "Complete?" "The computer is silent....then "Confirmed"

"Stealth mode - Systems Diagnosis."

"Complete loss of communciations, SAT NAV systems, tracking and homing electronics...head-up display...offline...main vehicle electrical systems...at approximately 35%...remain-ing weapons stores 59%....partial computer con...con-trol still poss-ss-sible. report folloooowszzzz......"

"Is vehicle driveable?"

"82%"

"Hurah. Computer...turn the bloody hell off."

004 feels his face.

Bloody.

Not too bad.

Seen worse at the pub. 004 smiles because he knows its true.

Reachng gingerly down and removing his left shoe, he opens the heel. "Time for a booster shot."

Pulling a small syringe from his medi-kit, 004 jabs the needle home. In a few moments, 004 begins to feel really pissed off.

That just means it's working.

Good.

Real good.

That's better. He pulls a kerchief from his right pocket and wipes his face.

Who cares.

004's instincts kick into overdrive. There still out there.
The one BMW....the other car...it has to be.....

Sorry 009...I guess I'll be seeing you around. Kick'em hard for me John.

Piss off, Matt. The drug is not at full intensity...not...just yet.

004 takes a slow look around. Very dark.....no movement. That means nothing. Hang on a minute.....

004 reaches under the passenger seat to remove a pair of night finder gogles.

"Ahh, the good ones, too." Slipping them on, 004 switches them to infra-red - heat sensing....and begins to scan the area.

Nothing, yet. Lots of cover. Rrrrr....cripes!

"GET OUT!!" 004's inner voice screams.

004 with weapons in hand, rolls out of the car as it is pepperd in machine gun fire. Its actually penitrating the glass...what the.....

Move....MOVE....

Evading the initial onslaught, 004 quietly takes what cover he can find and re-scans the area, this time switching over to UV.

Suddenly, three men flash into view. CLEARLY.

Those mother-......they've got....those suits are.....

Okay, its three against one.

I like that.

004 raises his beretta and takes a bead, noting the location of the other two.

Its party time.

[Joyce Carrington]

009: "Matt! Matt! MATT!"

*004 moans groggily*

009: "Wake up, darling. You fell asleep again."

*004 blinks and notices where he is. His flat. The sofa in his flat actually.*

004: "What happened?"

*009 points at bottle of Scotch in 004's right hand*

009: "Thanks for the photos, dear. I'd better run along, I don't want to miss my date."

*009 quickly exits the building*
*004 smells his breath*

004: "Doesn't smell like... hang on..."

[Bryce (003)]

Note to self :

No more blended scotch for 004.

[Matt O'S oo4]

The first slugs take moron number one off of his feet and 004 manages to get one round off at number two, but that only seemed to piss him off.

Meanwhile, number three had the opportunity to take cover.

Trained goons......i hate trained goons.

Moving quietly as possible, 004 tries to outflank the two remaining stooges. "What kind of camo am I looking at. No heat traces. Damn. Matt thinks to himself...."this certainly is one way to keep busy. God, I love this kind of human interaction. It could be worse."

Matt imagines what sort of mischief he might have experienced if he'd made his eight meeting....

Originally posted by JoyceCarrington
009: "Matt! Matt! MATT!"
*004 moans groggily*
009: "Wake up, darling. You fell asleep again."
*004 blinks and notices where he is. His flat. The sofa in his flat actually.*
004: "What happened?"
*009 points at bottle of Scotch in 004's right hand*
009: "Thanks for the photos, dear. I'd better run along, I don't want to miss my date."
*004 smells his breath*
004: "Doesn't smell like... hang on..."

Who needs that BS. Besides, all my photos are keep in a locked down digital archive. They'll never get at them without.....

To 004's right butthead #3 seems to have caught on to Matt's movements. "Damn. I hate these guys."

Pulling a throwing knife from his right sleeve with his left hand, 004 tries to get a lock on #3 local and if #2 still lurking about.

"#3 at 12 o'clock, if I were them #2 would be....."

Scanning the areas quickly, a hint of #2 flickers off to his left.

Okay, if you insist.....004 on a hunch....drops a timed flashbang at his feet, 004 pitches his blade in the vicinity of where he believes #2 seems to thinks he's hidden.....and very quickly MOVES back.

Dufas #2 gives away his position with a small gasp and #3 moves in to the happily awaiting flashbang, closly followed by bonehead #2.

Need to be at least 25 feet back, go....GO!!

3....2....NOW.

Matt covers his eyes and Laurel and Hardy step into place as the flashbang goes off practically at thier feet.

"You can wear nightfinders and look at the sun...," Matt thinks to himself, smiling.

Completely blinded, dumb and dumber stumble, stunned for at least five seconds. Plenty of time.

Standing up....Matt takes a quick bead and puts two rounds silently between the eyes of asswipe #3's.

As 004 levels his beretta on #2 and just manages to get off one round, #2 fires a round in a desperation move....stricking 004 in his left shoulder.

Stumbling back....slightly dazed, but never taking his eyes off #2.

Pain. That's whats been missing. Oh, goody. One hell of a lot of pain.

Now I'm PISSED OFF.

Taking a deep breath, he takes aim and puts two rounds into each of #2's legs, dropping him with a yelp to the ground.

Let me think...to kill or not to kill....who gives....I've got a license....

Matt puts an additional round into dufas's gun arm shoulder, knocking him flat.

Moving in quickly, 004 stomps on Mr. soon-to-be living-out the rest-of-his-short-***-life-in-excruciating-pain...moron's gun hand and puts his beretta point blank.

"Now, then, my friend," says 004, softly, adressing Mr. Wizard, while pulling the hammer back on his beretta,

"What shall we talk about...?"

[Bryce (003)]

You have had an interesting night.

*Bryce walks in through Q Branch, nods towards G who is cursing out a tech who is black faced with smoke rising from his head*

Morning.

*Heads up to office, notices tulips have arrived on Moneypenny's desk, checks card and then pauses as he hears M ranting behind door. Bill Tanner exits cringing, M continues in background*

M: VO - ....WILL NOT STAND FOR THIS!

*Door closes cutting off rant*

TANNER: 009.....

003: The grenade incident?

*Tanner nods*

003: I remember my first "no grenades in the office" cursing out.

TANNER: That was back in Sir Miles' day.

003: Yes. He made 004 & I scrub all the marble at Quarterdeck with our toothbrushes. Took three weeks.

*two techs emerge from 006's office carrying him on toilet which he is still stuck to.*

TANNER: Did you....I don't want to know.

003: Don't ask.

TANNER: Don't tell.

003: (towards 006) Don't flush!

*Goes into office, pours coffee*

[Joyce Carrington]

Note to all: I will not be available for the next few hours since M has got me cleaning all the toilets in the building - including the one 006 is stuck to.

-- Joyce

[Bryce (003)]

*Bryce checks toilet in his office's private bath*

You can skip mine if that helps.

Next time you're called on the carpet, blame 006....We all do.

[zencat]

The door suddenly rips off its hinges in an explosion of fire and smoke! A swarm of jack-booted thugs rush the room, automatic weapons raised. The room falls quiet. Drinks drop to the carpet. Arms shoot skyward.

A grinning thug says into his shoulder mic: "We

[Matt O'S oo4]

"Co'mon, young man, and maybe you'll get to be an old - er man."

"Stop with the insults and get it over with. You kill me or they will. So what."

Matt fires.

Just to the right of his ear.

"Yes, I'm sorry, I didn't hear that. Once again, please? Perhaps we can start with something simple that you wont have to study for a written...your NAME, for example. Please do share it with us."

Silence.

"If that's the way you want it."

Matt firmly stomps on #2's head, rendering him unconscious. After checking to make sure #'s 1 and 3 have left the party, 004 very professionally ties up #2, then goes back to his car and opens the trunk. Should be room enough.

Two hours later, 004 returns to MI6 with a trunkload of fun.

Leaving his car to be "serviced" Matt makes his way to the showers and a change of clothing.

*Yawn* I hate having to work overtime. Thank God for the bennies.

Matt types out a brief e-mail message to Tanner and files the report which includes the statement, "We'll need someone the clean the ****** out of my trunk. There's three big pieces in there And I think Q-branch will me most interested in their gear. Their camo's work on the same principle as the Vanquish's invisiblility system. It out there. Someone else has it."

Matt sends the message and BCC's it to 003.

The games afoot.

[Bryce (003)]

Welcome aboard the crazy thread MI6 & You...YOU!! Zencat...I was wondering when you'd show up.

Nice....*eyes babes in catsuits* um....assistants....

Coffee?

[zencat]

zencat surveys the room.

[Bryce (003)]

*Bryce fills mug with Jamaican Blue Mountain roast*

Here you go.

*Bryce can't help but take in the two catsuited babes. Furrows brow. Looks at both individually, but tries not to leer*

(lowers voice)

Did I hear you address one as "Eliza" and the other as "Angie"?

*looks again*

The resemblance is remarkable but...

*Zencat offers a smug knowing grin*

(hopefully)Will they be wearing those...er..outfits all the time?

[Matt O'S oo4]

004 receives a response to his initial e-mail.

From Tanner.

004's face turns stone cold grim as he stares at the screen.

Matt pulls out one of three pints he'd been saving since the first day he'd been a 00 and cracks it open. Taking a very generous swallow and replaces the cork.

Looks at the screen again. Shaking his head, ever so slightly.

Matt pulls his company issued Walter PPK and Browning High Power out and tosses them on his desk, grabs his jacket and repliles to Tammer's e-mail with a two word response and leaves.

Have a good night.

Bastards.

[Bryce (003)]

*Raises coffee mug to Zencat and ladies*

Welcome to the fun.

*Goes back to his office still wondering about the two babes in catsuits*

Nah.....Couldn't be....Then again...nah.

*notices email from 004*

Dear lord....adaptive camo suits?....and they're NOT ours....

*checks that message was cc'd to G, heads out of office and notices 009 with bucket and toilet brush*

Remember, you can skip mine. Sorry luv.

*heads down to Q branch, stops in Moneypenny's door*

See you tonight *winks*

*Heads for elevators*