CHAPTER EIGHT: DOUBLE TROUBLE
The file in front of him detailed a query from an American corporation to establish a base in the United Kingdom, but Shaw was having concentration issues. He reread the same sentence again, he guessed that he had done so about eight times but his mind was on other matters.
Something nagged at him and he was overcome with an ominous sense that something just wasn't right. He reached for the phone and picked up the receiver, then paused. Thinking better of it he replaced it carefully and turned back to the folder.
No, it was no use. As important as Klondike Chemicals need for a European processing plant might be, Shaw couldn't muster the diligence to wade through all the bohrium, gallium and osmium, or any other -"ium" for that matter, that made up the recipes for Klondike's products.
Laying the folder back on his desk he let out an exasperated breath and grabbed his suit of the chair in front of him. It had been hours since he had delivered the report to Smith and since then both Smith and Athena seemed to have vanished. He had noticed Smith jump hastily into an embassy car and speed off and all calls to Athena had gone unanswered. He shifted uneasily in his seat and he resolved to pay a return visit to the Chinatown safe house.
Getting up he sauntered out of his open office door and flashed a smile at his colleague Julie. For her part she was engaged in pouring over the pages of a report. A mass of papers that looked as if they had been prepared by the same people who had worked on the Klondike proposal.
I'm going to call it a day," Shaw said as he made his way down the hallway. "See you tomorrow."
Julie murmured an "okay" and gave a slight wave of the hand without looking up from the report.
Shaw wondered where Athena might be and what had become of Bond.
Bond and Athena were in the back of Smith's car, speeding up Wisconsin Avenue as Smith weaved through the lanes of the unrelenting late rush-hour traffic.
Looking down Bond noticed that at some point during their flight from Chinatown he had suffered a nasty gash to his left arm. He pressed down on it and looked around for something to bind it with.
He felt added pressure and the soft feminine fingers of Athena and looked over at her as she produced a handkerchief.
"Don't worry it's clean," said Athena, sensing his unease.
Bond gratefully took the handkerchief and pressed it hard over the cut. He looked into Zhoran's eyes and marveled at the change from the ruthless, evil expression from earlier to the caring concern that she showed now, he sensed genuine warmth in her incredibly clear green eyes.
"Thank you," he said and pressed himself back into the seat, stretching as he did so.
As he did, he saw Smith look up from the road ahead and check the rearview mirror. The two's eyes met.
The moment seemed frozen in time for a split second and Bond's soul and subconscious processed the look of extreme hatred in Smith's eyes.
Yes, that was it, hatred. Instantly Bonds second sense for danger kicked into gear and he moved sharply from the chair sitting straight and upright.
Smith broke the stare and reached down for the door compartment, fumbling under the magazine for the gun hidden below.
Bond saw the movement and his sense for danger changed from a shout to a scream. He turned sharply to Athena who seemed to sense the urgency in his expression.
"Out, now!" Bond snapped and then lunged over the front seat.
Shoved forcibly by Smith as he sailed over the gearbox Bond was sent crashing violently into the dashboard and onto the floor in front of the passenger's seat, his legs flailing wildly above him.
Bond saw Athena struggle with the door that appeared locked, but his attention was drawn to Smith, whose face was contorted into an angry sneer. Looking over he saw the unmistakable shape of an ASP pistol, its blunt metallic barrel glimmering in the light of the outside street lamps.
There was the shattering of glass as Athena kicked out the rear driver's side window.
Smith moved the pistol across to take aim at Bond and Bond clambered up, trying to regain his balance, but it was too late as Smith's free hand caught hold of Bonds right leg and flung him violently over.
Caught off balance and with the wind knocked out of him Bond attempted to strike out at Smith, but it was a fruitless exercise as his opponent easily avoided his fist.
Now Bond stared down the barrel of the gun and he relaxed.
"Time for goodbye 007," said Smith. "I've waited for this moment, longed for it"
With a look of triumph Smith straightened his aim so that the gun was pointed directly at Bond's head. Then the victorious expression metamorphosed into one of terror as a thin black ring materialized around his neck.
"Don't forget about me Darling," muttered Athena as she tightened her undid shoestring around Smith's neck.
Dropping the ASP onto the floor Smith, a look of panic on his face, clasped fervently at the string thrashing around in his seat as if suffering a seizure. However as he struggled Athena pulled her makeshift weapon ever tighter. Athena's look of pleasure at her victim's distress reminded Bond of his capture earlier in the day and he picked up the pistol leveling it at Smith.
"Pull this car over," ordered Bond, shoving the pistol into Smiths ribcage.
Smith nodded his compliance in short, sharp nods and maneuvered the car off the road into the car park of a closed auto parts store as best he could, given that he was being slowly garroted.
With the car coming to a halt, Athena released the grip slightly on the string and Bond, still holding the gun on Smith, reached over and removed the keys from the ignition, his eyes never leaving his adversary.
"Now, what the
is going on."
Bond spat out the words, his fingers tightening around the ASP's trigger.
Regaining his composure, Smith straightened up and the look of triumph returned.
"Your as good as dead Bond," Smith said in labored breaths, looking up into the mirror to adjust his tie. "Word's out, you're a double-agent, the hit on you has been sanctioned by the highest authorities."
"Colluding with a known Chinese assassin."
Smith tutt tutted, chuckled and looked down at Bond condescendingly.
"They would never buy it," Bond growled.
Smith shrugged and pulling more slack on the string that still hung loosely around his neck turned his head to glance at Athena.
"They already have 007," Smith said softly. "Who can blame you, she's exquisite."
Smith pursed his lips in a mocking kiss to Athena, a gesture that enraged her so much that she jerked sharply on the cord.
"Let him go," Bond ordered.
"Now you tell them Smith," Bond hissed, moving in close to his incapacitated opponent. "You tell them that Emerald here is a defector and that I am going to bring her in."
And with that Bond reached around, opened the door, and pushed Smith onto the still-baking concrete below.
"You're a dead man," Smith screamed as Bond slammed the car into gear and with the screeching of tires careened out of the lot.
"You okay?"
Bond looked back at Athena, his face a mixture of concern and admiration.
Athena nodded as she got down to re-threading her shoe lace.
"Well we are fast running out of options," Bond stated thoughtfully. "What about Shaw?"
A mischievous smile appeared on Athena's face.
"He adores me," Athena said wistfully. Then bouncing back into life she beamed a smile at Bond.
"I know he'll help us."
At that moment Shaw was on edge.
Through the door of the Chinese safe-house that opened out onto the street he had spied Canut, obviously enraged by something. The hulking giant of a man was hurling furniture around the interior of the ground floor and all attempts to calm him by his diminutive companion were fruitless.
As the smaller man desperately held on to Canut's arm he was flung around, as a dog would worry a chew-toy.
There was no sign of Athena and Shaw didn't fancy the thought of asking after her with Canut in such a fury. The mammoth fellow had merely tolerated his presence earlier, buying into the cover story that he was Athena's trusted spy at the British embassy, but Shaw didn't trust Canut not to embrace him in an all-encompassing bear hug and break his spine like a twig if given half a chance.
Pressing up hard against the brick wall he edged along gradually, inching his way towards the open door. Several passersby stared curiously at him including an impeccably dressed businessman, a small Chinese woman burdened down with several grocery bags that combined were bigger than she was and a young boy who skated past him on a skateboard. Shaw merely smiled disarmingly at each of them and strained to hear whatever he could from inside the building.
Shaw had been based at the British embassy in Beijing previously and so he had a basic understanding of several Chinese dialects, yet he could only make out the occasional word from Canut and the smaller man Yufeng.
Shaw moved as close as he dared to the open door and, attempting to give the appearance as relaxed and natural as possible continued to eavesdrop on the two unsuspecting occupants.
Canut did not seem to be making much sense, but slowly Shaw managed to piece together what had happened. Canut had received word that Athena was a defector just as she had made her escape with Bond in tow.
He pulled his cellphone from his belt and checked the "received calls" list, nothing from Athena. He had to find her. And what about Bond, what was his role in this mess?
And with that Shaw slipped quietly away into the crowded early evening streets, with more questions than ever.
"C'mon Athena, where are you?"
Moments later Shaw made his way down into the subway that only hours earlier had provided an escape route for Athena and, catching a yellow line train home, tried to piece together the puzzle.