Breaking Locks

Catherine is looking for her dad. She's also trying to escape an organisation trying to kill her. She goes to London to discover that her father is the infamous James Bond, Agent 007 of the British Secret Service. ALL RIGHTS AND CREDIT FOR CERTAIN CHARACTERS(James Bond, M, Q, Eve Moneypenny) GO TO THEIR RIGHTFUL OWNER (Ian Fleming, Eon Productions etc.)

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12. The Search Begins

I waited patiently outside of the airport for Q to arrive. Tourists piled out of the doors and into the heat of the day.

“Oh for goodness sake!” I heard a familiar voice shout. I chuckled and walked towards where I heard the sound. I reached down and picked up Q’s glasses.

“Thank you,” he said before he had actually looked at me. “Oh, it’s you.”

“Good to see you too Q,” I sighed and picked up his suitcase. “Let’s go, there’s a lot of work to be done.”

“Alright.” Q followed me back to my car. He sighed as he saw a scratch that went all the way across the length of my Aston Martin.

“Don’t even start Q,” I said as I got into the lavish car.

“These cars aren’t cheap you know,” he sighed, sliding into the passenger seat.

“I know.” I put my foot down and we sped off towards the hotel. The whole journey there Q’s face was a mask of fear, it made me drive faster because I knew he hated it.

“Bond?”

“Yes?”

“Are we nearly there?” Q’s voice was shaky.

“Yes,” I smirked as we turned onto the street that the hotel was on.

“Oh, thank goodness!” Q breathed. “Next time, I’m driving.”

“Not in this car you’re not,” I said as we came to a stop outside of the hotel. The valet opened the door and I handed him the keys. A bellboy had already opened the boot and was getting Q’s suitcases out.

“Careful!” Q exclaimed. The bellboy walked up to the room with us.

“Thank you,” Q said and tipped him a measly four dollars. I shook my head and put one of Q’s suitcases on the desk. Q brought over the other two and started unpacking all his equipment.

 

After two hours of watching Q seat up various electronic items and laptops he was finally satisfied.

“How was the flight?”

“Terrifying,” Q sighed, tapping away on one of his keyboards.

“Can you find her?” I asked.

“Only with your help.”

“Is this the moment when someone needs to pull a trigger?”

“Precisely,” Q’s mouth turned up at the edges into a slight grin. His expression changed suddenly.

“Where’s her phone?”

“She has it as far as I know,” I replied. “Why?”

“I might have bugged it…”

“Might have?!”

“I bugged it,” Q sighed. “I was worried; I wanted to make sure she was okay.”

“So you bugged her phone?” I looked at him.

“Yes.”

“Can you track it?”

“Are you Bond?”

“Enough sarcasm Q, find her.” I was up and stood next to him as his fingers were gliding across the keyboard. I watched several screens pop up and disappear as fast as they had come.

“Found it!” Q yelled! I wrote down the coordinates and ran out of the room and back to my car. The location of Cat’s phone wasn’t far from the hotel and I arrived after about five minutes. It was an open field. I got my phone out and saw Q had set my phone to track Cat’s. I followed the red dot until I reached a pile of stones. I looked up and her phone glistened in the late afternoon sun.

“Shit,” I sighed. I rang Q. “She’s not here.”

“What do you mean!?” He asked.

“Cat isn’t here, it’s just her phone.” I looked around to see if there were any sheds or buildings around, and there wasn’t. I looked out to the beach and saw a row of mansions on the other side of the bay.

“I think I might know where she might be though,” I said as I jogged back to the car.

“Come back to the hotel, M called and he wants a word with you,” Q said solemnly.

“On my way.” I hung up and revved the engine. I took one last look at the row of mansions and knew instinctively that one of those was Raven’s beach villa and that that was where he was keeping Catherine.

 

Q was still tapping away on the computer when I got back.

“Hey,” he called over his shoulder. “Call M.” I sighed and went to get my phone out. Just as I was about to get it, Cat’s phone rang. Q turned around and stared wide eyed at me.

“Answer it then!” He yelled.

“Alright , alright!” I yelled back and got the phone. “It says ‘Unknown’”

“Raven.”

“Exactly.” I answered the phone. “Hello?”

“Ah, Mr Bond,” the voice said. “Just the person I was looking for.”

“Where is she,” I said. Q gestured to keep him talking as he swung his chair around and attempted to track the call.

“You can come and get her if you want to,” Raven taunted. “All you have to do is come alone and not with that useless git from Q branch.”

“Where is she?” I asked; my voice sterner and louder than before. Raven laughed at me.

“If you want your daughter alive, come to my villa,” Raven said, I could tell from the sound of his voice that he was smirking. “Alone.”

“Raven –,” I was cut off. “That son of a bitch is going to get it.” I said as I threw Cat’s phone onto the sofa.  “Please tell me you managed to track him!”

“I wish I could say that,” Q’s voice was pained. “But he had some sort of firewall on his phone that just led the signal to different places all over the world. Even in Japan!” I sighed and sunk into the chair next to the window.

“You said you might know where she is?!” Q said. I had forgotten the row of mansions next to the beach.

“There’s a row of mansions or villas right next to the beach, expensive looking ones, too. I reckon she’s there.”

“Let’s go then,” Q grabbed his bag. I looked at him, shocked.

“You’re not trained?”

“I’m trained well enough to take care of people that mean something to me, and like it or not, Cat is one of them,” he snapped as he threw my gun at me. “Come on, Bond!” He raced out of the door, leaving me shocked. It took me a few moments to register what he had said and I got up and chased after him. I reached him just as he slid into the driver’s seat of my Rapide.

“Er, what are you doing?”

“Get in.” I sighed and climbed into the passenger side.

“Q, if you wreck my car, I swear to God, I will wreck the curls on your head,” I threatened.

“Not the curls,” Q feigned shock. “Let’s go find your daughter, James.” I nodded and we sped off down the road where I saw the beach mansions. I prayed to God that Cat was still safe; still alive. 

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