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[Joyce Carrington]

*attempts to run off to find the Scotch, but 002 grabs her by her collar*

002: Joyce...

009: Oh, uh... right. I don't know. He didn't say.

*runs off*

[Bryce (003)]

*from bedroom*

There's two bottles of Glenmorangie Port finish 12 year old in my gear bag by the TV.

[Joyce Carrington]

*runs back into bedroom and hugs him*

Marry me.

*frowns*

No... wait, that doesn't sound right.

*runs back to find Scotch*

[Genrewriter]

*008 gets back to the hotel and heads upstairs. He heads for Bryce's room with his gun drawn. He enters as 009 stands up.*

009: God, where have you-

008: Shut up and close the door, we need to talk.

*003 and 004 walk forward.*

003: Have you gone mad?

008: No, you made any progress?

003: Not yet.

008: Well, might as well sit down. I've got some news.

*008 holsters his gun and begins to tell the others what he found out.*

[Matt O'S oo4]

What the hell is this?

Benny Hill?

What's up, 008?

[Genrewriter]

*008 stands by the window as the others listen.*

008: So it looks like there's a mole inside MI6, and the only person who has any idea of who it is is agent 111.

009: We need to find him.

003: Right. We stick together on this one, no exceptions. Agreed?

*003 looks pointedly at 008. 008 smiles tiredly.*

008: Yeah, agreed.

*008 looks down as his phone rings. He checks the caller ID and sees DR. MOLLY WARMFLASH come up.*

008: Hang on guys, I've got Molly.

*008 snaps the phone open.*

008: Molly?

*008's face registers alarm as a harsh male voice comes on the line.*

Male Voice: Pay very close attention, Agent Sykes. I have possible information on the mole inside MI6. I will speak only with you and you will follow my demands to the very letter. Noncompliance will result in my naming you and your friends in the hotel as likely suspects. Do you understand?

008: Yes.

*008 mouths the phrase "check for bugs" to 002. she nods and begins to casually inspect the room. 004 and 003 follow her lead as 009 watches. 008 motiuons her forward and angles the phone so she can hear the man's voice*

MV: Good. Now listen carefully, I want you to go downstairs and wait in the parking garage. Come in ten minutes, alone or I don't show up. Are we clear?

008: Yeah, we're clear.

MV: Good.

*The line goes dead and 008 sighs.*

009: What the hell is going on here?

008: I don't know. Xen, you find anything?

002: Room is clean.

008: Alright, we know he can't have cameras or microphones the place is clean as whistle.

003: I'll handle this.

008: No, he knows my voice and my cell phone number. Must have some sort of ID scrambler. 004, you and Bryce keep me covered.

004: Got it.

008: Alright. Joyce, I want you and Xen to fit me with a makeshift wire. Think you can manage?

002: Sure, I've seen MacGyver.

*008 smiles and begins to take his shirt off.*

*In the parking garage, a dark figure sits in a BMW, smoking.*

[Joyce Carrington]

*002 and 009 stare at 008's bare chest*

003: Uh... ladies..?

009: (still staring) Uh... yeah... right... wire...

*004 kicks her in the head*

009: OUCH! Ooh, thanks.

004: No problem.

[Genrewriter]

*008 gets fitted with the wire.*

002: Remember not to talk too loudly or my ears are likely to explode.

009: Just do the 24 thing.

008: Pump up the velvet?

002: Yeah, that's it.

*002 and 009 pause for a moment.

003: Uh, ladies?

*008 shakes his head and puts the shirt back on. He grabs his gun and tosses it to 004.*

008: Be ready just in case. Xen, Joyce, stay up here. If we need backup Bryce or Matt will signal you. Head down five minutes after I leave.

004: Got it.

002: Be careful.

*008 nods and smiles cockily at 002 as he heads out.*

[Joyce Carrington]

After 008 has left the room, 009 and 002 put both put on a pair of headphones. 004 and 003 load their guns.

003: Scotch first?

004: Naturally.

002: Keep the noise down, boys.

[Xenobia]

*Xenobia hears the elevator doors open and close for a second time*

002: Show time gang, he's in the basement. (pauses) OK....we might have a problem.

003: Why?

002: The elevators doors just opened and closed again. It could be a trap, or it could be civilians....

004: Which would be worse.

002: Someone go play tour guide please.

-- Xenobia

[Genrewriter]

*008 puts a subvocal in his ear as it crackles with 002's voice as he looks around the basement.*

002: 008, we just heard the elevator doors open and close. Keep ytour eyes open.

008: Got it. Where are 003 and 004?

002: They should be heading for the basement.

008: Got it. I'm heading for the parking lot.

*008 takes a deep breath and heads for the garage. He goes through the door and looks around. He stops as a voice with a German accent calls out to him.*

V: Mr. Sykes? Is that you? If it is, come into the shadows on the far left side of the garage, now.

*008 whispers into the subvocal.*

008: 002, did you copy that?

002: Copy. Passing info to 3 and 4.

*008 heads for the shadows until he comes to a tall, thin man smoking in front of a black BMW.*

Man: You are alone?

008: Alone enough.

Man: Good, I can tell from your attire that you are unarmed, that is also very good. My associates do not like guns, nor do I.

*Two large henchmen step out of the car, dressed in suits.*

008: And who the hell are you?

Man: My name is Gunthard Braun.

008: Well Mr. Braun, you mind telling me how the hell you got my cell phone number?

Man: That was my business partner in England you spoke with. Do not worry about Dr. Warmflash, we have not harmed her in any way.

*008 tenses up slightly.*

008: If you-

Man: You misunderstand me, Agent Sykes. I mean that we only utilized her name in order to get you to answer your phone. At this moment, there is a mole inside of your organization.

008: Who?

*Braun is silent. 008 frowns.*

008: Five more seconds, then I walk.

Braun: I would not recommend that. If you do, the consequences could be very dire for you, and those who are listening right now.

*008 freezes.*

*In the room, 002 and 009 gasp.*

009: Oh hell.

*They listen as Braun continues to talk.*

Braun: The mole inside your organization is arranging to purchase the virus you discovered today, and the sale is set to occur in twenty four hours.

008: Tell me who the seller is.

Braun: I can only give you his location.

*In the basement, 003 and 004 get to the entrance of the parking garage and hold their position, waiting.*

*008 approaches Braun menacingly.*

008: Where is the seller?

Braun: Amsterdam. I will give you a ride to the airport.

008: No.

*The two henchmen pull guns.*

Braun: I'm afraid I insist.

008: I thought your associates detest guns.

Braun: That was more of a generalization.

*In the hotel room, 002 and 009 sit tensely, waiting. Suddenly, a scuffle is heard and two gunshots go off.*

002: 008? 008?

[Xenobia]

009: Do we join them in the basement?

002: No. We wait for the all clear from 003 and 004.

009: We do?

002: Yes, we *do.* Right now, you are going to call our friends and make sure every flight heading anywhere near Amsterdam is watched.

009: You got it.

(Joyce flips open her palm pilot to send out the broadcast email to that effect as 004 and 003 can be heard singing)

003&004: "Ain't that a kick in the head"

The scuffle continues to be heard, but at least it is clear that none of the double-ohs are down. Yet.

-- Xenobia

[Genrewriter]

*In the parking garage, 008 dives behind a truck as one of the henchmen shoots at him. 003 and 004 keep Braun and the second henchman pinned down by an SUV.*

003 and 004: Tell me quick, ain't that a kick in the head?

*008 sees the henchman and crouches, tensed up likoe a rattlesnake. As the man approaches, 008 lunges out and tackles him to the ground. The two men wresatle for the gun and 008 drives an elbow into the man's neck. He wrenches the gun away and shoots the henchman in the gut.

003 and 004 fire as the second henchman pops up, hitting him in the chest.*

008: Guys, I need Braun alive!

*003 rolls to the side as Braun stands. He firesm htting the German in the knee.*

008: Thanks.

003: Don't mention it.

*008 smiles as he andf 003 drag Braun to his feet. 004 comes over and helps 003 pin the man down on the hood of a car.*

008: Now where were we?

Braun: If you kill me, you will never find out who the mole is.

008: I don't give a damn about that right now, what I need to know is who's selling the virus.

*Braun hesitates so 008 kicks him in his wounded knee. Braun screams in agony.*

008: What was that?

004: Sounded like a cross between "yeaaagggh" and "arrgh" to me.

*008 nods.*

008: I can see that. You want to try it again to be on the safe side?

Braun: Wait, no!

*As Braun gasps for air, the gutshot henchman rises with his gun drawn. He fires a shot into Braun. The three agents turn and blast the man through a windshield.

008 quickly gets to Braun and begins hitting his chest as he stops breathing.*

008: Come on, damn you. Breathe! Dammit!

*Braun coughs and chokes out a few weak words.*

Braun: Cat....pocket....

*008 lets the man drop as he dies. 003 and 004 go to the dead henchman and drag him out of the windshield.*

003: Matt, look at the other guy. 008?

008: I got Braun.

*The agents begin to frisk the dead men*

[Xenobia]

002: Guys? Is Braun dead?

008: Nah, we are just checking his pockets because we don't like his accent.

002: My guess is those henchmen might be the better search, since they seem to know who the buyer is, and didn't want anyone sharing that info....

008: Right.

002: Then again, the command to search the pockets might be an introduction to yet another virus.

008: Equally right.

002: So what do you want to do?

-- Xenobia

[Joyce Carrington]

*009 taps 002 on the shoulder*

002: What?

009: I've sent the message. Should I book the five of us a flight to Amsterdam too then?

002: Wait a moment and I'll tell you if you'll be booking for five or four persons.

*009 swallows hard*

009: I need some Scotch.

[Genrewriter]

*008 stands over Braun's corpse.*

008: Guys, hold on a second. Thias might be a trap. Anybody got gloves?

003: Nope.

004: Left them in my other pants.

008: Well, Braun might just be trying to pass along the virus.

004: Damn.

*008 looks over at the bodies of the henchmen, focusing on their hands.*

008: Rip the pockets.


*008 and 003 take out the pockets in the pants and use them for gloves.*

003: Think they'll mind?

008: Who cares? They're dead.

004: Right.

[Xenobia]

002: So? How's the grave digging going?

008: If we keep this up, we'll find Hoffa.

002: I am sure the Americans would be pleased, but is there anything we could use?

008: Other than spare ammo, no?

002: Wait? Did you pull metal out of your body?

008: Yeah, and?

003: And I think we just found ourselves some pure samples.

-- Xenobia

[Genrewriter]

*002 and 009 share a worried glance.*

002: Copy that.

003 (over radio): Good. Call in MI6 and have them send a Haz Mat team over here, notify the local police.

009: Got it.

*009 grabs her cellm phone and dials quickly.*

*In the garage, 003 and 004 pace around as 008 watches the elevator doors.*

003: Alright, it'll be fine. We'll regroup and set up a sting operation.

004: Just remember we have only twenty four hours.

*003 nods as sirens are heard approaching.*

[Xenobia]

002: What's the word from the MI6?

009: They said the police should be here.

008: Um, ladies?

002: Yes, G?

008: When you called the MI6, and they called the police, what did you tell them?

002: That we needed a haz mat team, why?

008: Because Matt, John, and I are being arrested for being Eco terrorists. I suggest you lawyer up.

(sounds of a scuffle as the mike is ripped off of 008).

002: Joyce, I suggest we leave this place, and find us some good lawyers.

009: Or at least some good scotch.

002: JOYCE!

009: I'm coming, I'm coming!

-- Xenobia

[Genrewriter]

*003, 004 and 008 sit in a holding cell.*

004: You just had to play it by the book, didn't you?

008: Okay, so I had a slip.

*A guard approaches the doors.*

003: Thank god. Did you talk to our office?

Guard: Yeah, we talked to them. They said they never heard of anyone matching your descriptions or names.

*008 sighs as 002 and 009 are walked past by two guards. One of the guards speaks softly to the other.*

Guard: Looks like you five have visitors. Take them to Interrogation Room 3.

*The five agents are led down a hallway towards the interrogation room. The door is opened and a figure sits in a chair, back turned. The agents enter and the door slams shut.*

[Xenobia]

002: If you are Blofeld, you have a lot of explaining to do, mostly to 007.

(chair spins around)

007: Good thing I'm allergic to cats.

-- Xenobia

[Joyce Carrington]

009: AAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

*the others look at her*

009: Sorry... uh... where's the Scotch! I NEED THE SCOTCH!

*faints*

[Genrewriter]

*004 goes to 009 as the others sigh.*

008: You really know how to make an entrance, Bond.

007: And an exit.

*002 goes to 007.*

002: James, I was...

*003 and 008 clear their throats.*

008: Sorry to break up the tender reunion but what's going on here? Where have you been, 007?

[Joyce Carrington]

*wakes up again*

Oh my... what happened?

*sees 007*

JAMES!

*007, 002 and 004 look at her*

I mean... uh... what is going on?

*smiles nervously at 004*

I'm over him. Really. REALLY.

*ducks to dodge Xen's shoe*

REALLY!

Edited by JoyceCarrington, 29 January 2004 - 10:30 PM.

[Xenobia]

002: OK...now that it is clear that you slept with two people in this room, can you please tell us where you have been while we all thought you were sleeping with the fishes?

007: I was.

004: I was what?

007: Sleeping with the fishes.

003: James, I know you had to get rid of that last girlfriend...

002: HEY!

003: but bathing in ode de poisson?

007: Let me ask you a question Mr. Bryce, what do you think would happen if the world's population of seafood was contaminated -- forever.

-- Xenobia

[Joyce Carrington]

009: What are you talking about? Is that what the Cat is planning?

[Xenobia]

007: Unfortunately less.

008: Well, Dr. Atkins will be happy...

007: He'll be the only one. Areas that depend on commerical and recreational will be devestated.

002: And with no seafood on the market, there will be greater demand on meat and chicken....

003: And cattle and poultry become even more tempting targets....

004: Not that Mad Cow Disease and Salminella aren't already problems.

008: Christ! This cat is mad!

(002, 003, 004, and 009 all turn and look at G)

002: It took you this long to figure that out?

-- Xenobia

[Genrewriter]

008: You realise you're asking that to a man who did a bit of do-it-yourself surgery without the benefit of an anesthetic, right?

009: True. A sane man wouldn't do that.

002: Fair enough.

003: So, what do we do now? We still under arrest or do we get to just walk out of here?

[Xenobia]

007: First you brief me on all you know, then we formulate a plan.

002: No, first you answer me this question. How does one enter the Mi6?

007: Through the door.

(All the agents look at each other. Xenobia quietly removes her dart earring.)

002: That was the wrong answer.

*Xenobia throws the dart and it lodges in the Adam's apple of the faux 007. He is knocked out cold*

002: Next brilliant idea?

-- Xenobia

[Genrewriter]

*They turn as footsteps are heard.*

002: We might have a problem?

008: Tell me about it. Search the stiff. I'll bolt the door.

*003 and 008 turn the table in the room on its side and push it towards the door. 004 and 009 help out as the footsteps get closer.*

002: Got one gun on him, full clip.

003: Great. Now how do we get out of here?

*008 looks up at the air conditioning vent.*

008: Mind if I vent a bit?

*004 smiles as 008 undoes his shoelaces and ties them together.*

008: Matt, do you still have that remote detonator I was working on last month?

004: Got it.

*004 takes his belt off. 009 sways a bit, then steadies herself.*

002: If you could keep your head on darling it would be really good.

*008 grabs the belt as 004 tosses it. He takes out the clip and presses it against the wall under the vent. He ties the laces to the clip and to the grating on the wall.*

008: Back up against the opposite wall.

*The agents do so as the vent is blown off.*

002: Gotta love those automatic detonators.

008: I know I do. Come on.

*The agents climb into the vent as the door is knocked in.*