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[Xenobia]

*Xenobia flashes G a very dirty look*

X: We were on a mission.

G: Quite a position to be in.

*Xen scowls*

X: I think I will just shut up now so I don't fall into any more puns.

G: Oh come on, I like the sound of your voice, and besides every time you think you got one right, I wind up getting one better.

*Xenobia smiles, very sure of herself. She activates her cell by voice command and calls a contact in the Spanish Secret Service.*

X: Hola Carlos, como estas? Bien, donde esta los hombres locos? Mis dios! No, este programa es Ingelesia solamente. Bien. Adios.

*G nods impressed*

G: Most of us took French.

X: That's why I have a job. And guess who else has a job here?

G: 003 and 004.

X: Heading for Seville.

G: So this is definately a trap.

X: Yup.

G: So what do we do?

X: My orders are to see no harm comes to 003 and 004. How I get that done is a matter of improv, and I am open to suggestions.

-- Xenobia

[Matt O'S oo4]

As G and 002 drive on their way to Seville, they pass some of the local color.

A small villiage, vendors selling their wares at various fruit and vegetable stands, a lady selling different types of colorful cloth and various other hand made goods, a cantena or two, a bordello, a colorful establishment called: Juan and Pepe's Shaved Ice Stand, a little mission where a wedding had just taken place, children playing with small hoops and sticks....and so on....

As they drive by, two men in traditional garb and very large sombreros looks up and watch them drive by on their way through the villiage and out of the little town.

One peon looks at the other...and whispers...

You were right.

Uhh, huh. There they go.

How much dinero did you make today?

The looks passes from one man to another.

They get up to leave. As they do so, they each take their earnings and give the money to some children passing by.

They walk around the building out of sight.

[Bryce (003)]

*Bryce shrugs off sombraro and gaucho reveaing a tailored cream Bernini suit with a pale blue Dunhill shirt*

I saved enough to buy the first round.

*Both enter MANIANA CANTINA in Seville*

003: Two shots of Almadarva Silver tequila - the 25 year old.

*bartender brings two chilled shots with fresh lime wedges*

Where is 009 staying...or being kept?

*raises shot*

[Xenobia]

G: Turn back.

X: Why?

G: Because I feel like talking to the Juan Valdez twins.

X: Juan Valdez? That's South America, not Spain.

G: Exactly, so why would two guys in somberos be here and not there unless...

*Xenobia ponders*

X: Son of a....

G: Fret not my dear. The battle is not yet over. We need to figure out where they went.

X: It's 003 and 004, they went to a cantina.

G: OK, if you are so sure of yourself, tell me which one.

X: That's easy enough. *takes out cell and calls friend* Carlos? Que Pasa! Necessito informacion por favor. Querere beber Scotch, donde va? Y tequilla tambien? Esta bien. Gracias. *rings off* Manina Cantina it is.

*G and Xenobia arrive. Xen makes G wait behind the door, as she makes contact with a waitress and lures her outside.

X: Senorita por favor...donde estan dos gringos?

*Waitress points*

W: Esta.

X: Bien. Por favor, para los dos hombres, una porci

[Genrewriter]

*G checks his watch as a commotion is heard inside. Footsteps are heard and the door slams open as 003 and 004 exit.*

G: Hey, guys.

*They turn and 002 smiles sweetly.*

003: The goose was a low blow, 002.

*G walks up to 004 and slugs him in the jaw.*

004: Hey man, what was that for?

G: That was for earlier, now we're even. We can start fresh.

003: We can handle this.

X: And 009 can handle you. 004 teel you7 about her little outburst this morning, Bryce?

*004 looks down at the ground sheepishly.*

004: I was going to after the scotch.

*G notices a few dangerous looking men glancing over at them.*

G: Let's get out of here, crowds make me nervous.

*G glances over slightly and 002 nods slightly.*

X: Your car nearby?

003: Yeah, just around the corner.

G: Go get it and follow us. I think somebody is beginning to take an interest in us.

*003 glances over and sees a few men approaching.*

[Joyce Carrington]

One of the men rips a mask off his head and... turns out to be a woman.

002, 003, 004 and G: JOYCE!

009: Hello there.

*puts gun to 004's head while the rest of her men aim their guns at the others*

009: This is going to be fun.

[Bryce (003)]

*Bryce slowly raises hands and moves slowly about looking at the various goons*

003: Easy peasy lemon squeezy....Let's all be nice and calm.....(looks to one of 009's goons nearest him) Let's be fair about this....No kicking in the nuts, Agreed?

*Bryce immediately kicks goon in the nuts and grabs 009's gun arm pointing the pistol in the air.*

003: Little help here....

[Joyce Carrington]

*009 kicks Bryce in the nuts and pulls 004 off his chair, putting the gun to his head again*

003: OOOOOWWWW!!!!

*009, looking at the goon who was kicked by 003*

009: I know I should've brought other people.

[Bryce (003)]

*Bryce recovers thankfull that 009 wasn't more...on target..still*

003: (gesturing to 009) safety's on *grin*

*009 glances at her pistol and, in fact, old 003 has pulled a fast one and managed to flip the safety on. Before she can correct this, a small dart hits her shoulder. G stands holding a fountain pen with small drift of smoke wafting from the end*

G: Sorry.....

*002 brings her elbow up and back into the wind-pipe of goon closest to her. He grunts, stumbles and collapses. 004 tumbles from his chair and grabs 009 from behind*

[Joyce Carrington]

009: Darn... sleeping drug...

*yawns*

*aims gun at 004*

[Bryce (003)]

*003 & 002 draw guns, 004 holds up one hand towards both as he watches the "fog" creep into 009's eyes*

[Joyce Carrington]

*falls asleep and starts snoring*

*002, 003 and G frown*

003: "You're sure this is her?"

[Bryce (003)]

*002 & 003 approach remaining two goons*

003: I say...Shoot 'em both...a lot.

002: (shrugs) A simple pistol-whipping is fine by me.

*both goons are wide eyed with fear. G silently moves behind both. a crackling noise is heard and both twitch and drop. G puts a away his cell phone*

G: (humming jingle) Reach out, reach out and touch someone. Reach out, reach out and just say "Die"....

*004 cradles sleeping 009*

009: (dreamy) No more for me...I'm...driving....(singing) "All you need is love..." - *SNORE* goes limp.

[Matt O'S oo4]

Originally posted by JoyceCarrington
*falls asleep and starts snoring*
"You're sure this is her?"

Looks up at them....

Nodding....Oh, yes. Yes it is.

Kisses her.

I alwayys did like the Beatles.

Damn them

[Joyce Carrington]

*wakes up*

009: Voice?

*realises she's in the back of 003's car, tied up*

009: HEY!

003: Sorry luv, but you've gone a bit... cuckoo. And until we figure out how we can get some sense into you...

[Matt O'S oo4]

Didn't I tell you she was CRAZY about me???

sigh

Lady, MUST I give you a boot to the head.

*004 looks at her*

When did all this begin??

What is the last thing you remeber??

[Joyce Carrington]

*009 tries to wriggle loose*

009: I'll kill you, you sick *****! I'll kill all of you!

*Bryce kicks her in the head*

*009 drops unconscious*

004: HEY! That's OUR move! Not yours!

003: Sorry, old boy... but it appears she is still under the influence of this... Voice character. We'll get her back to MI6 and try to brainwash her back to normal. *eyes begin to sparkle* We could even make her less crazy than she already was...

[Xenobia]

X: There's no amount of pyschology that could pull that off. I'd be much more inclined to have Joyce, once she is returned to normal listen to some voice recordings from our friends in Blofeld's organization, and see if she recognizes any of them.

*G whisks out his phone*

G: I'll get that set up. When do you think we will back at HQ?

B: When the goons following us go away.

-- Xenobia

[Genrewriter]

*G looks back and sees the goons he electrocuted standing groggily.*

003: You didn't set it for kill?

G: I thought it was.

*002 and 004 drag 009 off to the car as 003 and G stare down the goons.*

G: Hang on, guys.

*G picks up a piece of rock.*

G: How about a little Bangkok Rules?

003: Um, G?

G: Trust me. Nobody fires until this hits the ground. Ready?

*The goons rush and 003 shoots two of them. G smashes the third man in the face with the roxck and drives his head into the sidewalk.*

003: You gotta stop watching Kurt Russel films before coming to work.

G: I'll take it under advisement.

*G and 003 get in the Lagonda as 004 brings it around with 009 in the front seat. G looks at 002.*

002: He wouldn't put her in the boot.

G: Put her in the boot, Matt.

004: She's out cold!

G: Boot, Joyce, in, now.

*004 sighs and helps G get 009 in the trunk.*

*On the road, G calls MI6.*

G: Q, get Dr. Warmflash to mix up a little de-brainwashing regiment. We'll be there soon.

[Matt O'S oo4]

Originally posted by JoyceCarrington
*eyes begin to sparkle* We could even make her less crazy than  
she already was...

Aww, no. No. No.

Wait.

If you do that, then she'll be just like everyone else.

It might become a policy at MI6.

What would it be like if they made everyone sane. Regular hours, paperwork completed in trilicate, files place in the proper place, no drinking on the job....

003 screams......"Awwwwgggghhhhh" The car swerves wilding al over the road...."They're NOT talking away mu SHAVING CREAM....OH, NO....Awwwwgggghhhhh....they look at each other...
a moment of silence....then.....Awwwwgggghhhhh.

Calms down and is suddenly absoultely normal.

003: Nevermind!

004: Right.

[Joyce Carrington]

*in trunk*

009: Voice?

Voice: Yes?

009: Can you get me out of here?

Voice: For the last time, I AM YOU. I'm tied up as well.

009: GREAT.

[Bryce (003)]

*Bryce takes out flask*

Sane operatives at MI6....Lord no!

*takes swig, passes it to 004*

Next thing I'll be hearing is that Jaguars can't be green.

*002 reaches up and clips 003 across the head*

002: That's just my opinion.

003: ....and it's still a lousy one.

*The Lagonda shoots down the highway headed back for the coast*

[Matt O'S oo4]

You know, it AMAZING how the coast of Spain looks NOTHING like souther California.

They all slowly look at 004.

Then slowly look at the scenery.

A moment.

They all look at 004

003 calmly takes the flash away from 004

[Xenobia]

002: At least I am willing now to concede that Jaguars can be blue. Next you will be telling me that I should up and admit my age on a regular basis.

*003 opens his mouth to speak*

002: Oh wait, you already do that.

G: Not that I don't find this conversation asthetically stimulating but it appears as if we have a problem.

*the three double-ohs answer together)

00: Which is?

G: I am getting pounded in the back which tells me Joyce is up, and she's trying to get out of the trunk.

-- Xenobia

[Joyce Carrington]

OW! OW! OW!

*stops kicking*

That was just stupid... OW!

[DLibrasnow]

**001 sits in his office cleaning his gun as chaos erupts all around him**

[Xenobia]

*silence in the car*

002: She stopped kicking.

004: I know.

G: Should we check on her?

002: No, that's what she wants us to do, so she gets the trunk open. But now might be a good time to tell us 004 if she can in fact kick her way from the trunk to the back seat, or if she can force the trunk open from the inside.

-- Xen

[Bryce (003)]

*003 reaches for center console*

003: Matt & I had this problem before with a guest in the back.

*presses switch. panel flips into place with a dozen or so clearly labled buttons*

003: Ahhh.

*presses switch marked "Halothane: Boot"*

003: Nighty night luv.

*The Lagonda's boot fills with a spray of the sleeping gas*

003: She'll be out for at least most of the trip. Maybe we should have a chopper waiting in Dover to get her back. Does anyone know if the Blayden safe house still has medical facilities?

[Xenobia]

*G jumps in his seat as 002 starts speaking*

002: Even if they did, they'd never been equipped to handle this. It's better to get back to HQ where we can treat her AND contain her.

G: That's if we have an Headquarters left. I just got texted from Molly. It seems as if the Cat is striking again, as we speak.

002: DAMN! I knew we should have taken Joyce's Bemer!

-- Xenobia

[DLibrasnow]

Doo be doo

*001 wonders where all the other agents are**