(Warning: dubious consent)
007 and Hernandez
Night had fallen when 007 approached the Bodleian Library. He was sure it was shut. Fortunately, he knew there was an underground entrance on the western side.
When he got to the entrance, he could see that it had already been opened. There was evidence of it having simply been pushed open. He sighed. He knew others were after whatever the device was. He looked around and slowly entered the passage
He found the object where the report stated it was, but there were others already there! They immediately moved to fight him. Why did it always have to be so?
Soon, he had defeated the enemy agents and grabbed the artifact. But then he heard something. “Who’s there?” he asked.
There was no answer. He then went back the way he came.
Shortly after he emerged outside, he heard something behind him. He turned and asked. “Is someone there?” Shortly afterwards there was a strange electronic sound emanating from the passageway. He ran back, but found nobody. ‘I better get back to London,’ he decided.
On the way back to London, especially after leaving Oxford, he felt that he was being followed. It was just as well the motorway had been completed the previous year. He stayed alert, prepared for anything. Suddenly he saw a motorcycle headlamp behind him. ‘Uh oh!’
Before he could react, he saw another two vehicles veer off the opposite side of the motorway.
With the two (Russian?) agents defeated by the mysterious motorbike rider, 007 pulled over. The motorcycle rider pulled up behind him.
He took his gun out from his shoulder holster and stepped out of the car.
“Thanks for the intervention,” he said. “But I would like to know who you are.”
The motorcyclist took off her helmet, letting her blonde hair fall loose over her shoulders. “Daniela Hernandez.”
“Bond. James Bond.” He sized up this Hernandez, she had an Oxford accent.
Hernandez looked at this James Bond. He was looking at her in more ways than one. ‘What to say?’ she pondered. “What was your objective?” he asked.
“You obtained something in Oxford,” she said.
“You’re not taking it,” Bond stated.
“It is something you may not be ready for,” Hernandez shot back. ‘Careful, don’t antagonise him.’ Too bad she didn’t have time to redesign a phaser to look like a gun of the period. Then she could have stunned him easily.
“What do you mean?”
“It is something technological isn’t it?”
“Yes,” Bond answered in a guarded tone. “But I trust my Quartermaster to be able to work it out.”
“That’s what I’m afraid of.”
Bond looked closely at the pensive expression on Hernandez’ face. She was clearly hiding a lot of things. ‘I need to do something, before she tries something desperate,’ he thought. He was sure of one thing. That asking her who she worked for wouldn’t be a good idea.”
“I can let you look at it somewhere secure.”
“Sure.”
As Bond got back in the car, Hernandez contacted the Toronto. “I’m going to follow him to a safehouse.”
“Are you sure that’s wise?” Lawson asked.
“There’s not much choice. I don’t want to hurt him. I’m sure I hurt those Warsaw Pact agents…”
“Right.”
Bond arrived at the Safehouse in a western London suburb 20 minutes later. Hernandez was right behind him. He grabbed the object from the car and went to the front door. “I’ll let you look at it.”
“Sure,” Hernandez said in a sarcastic tone.
“You have it, 007?” Q asked once he was got a hold of.
“I have it. I shall bring it in tomorrow,” Bond replied. He was watching Hernandez as she examined the device he had recovered.
“Very good 007. But is there a reason for a delay?”
“I’ll fill you in tomorrow.”
“I’ll look forward to it. But without all the sordid details!”
“Bye.” It seemed Q knew him too well.
Hernandez listened to Bond’s side of the conversation. She had to somehow get it out of the Safehouse and aboard the Toronto during the night. Infiltrating MI6 Headquarters would be incredibly risky. She examined the device again. She wouldn’t be able to tell much without a tricorder. Maybe there were examination tools available in the Safehouse? But would Bond allow her to search. ‘I’ll try anyway.”
Bond hung up from the conversation with Q and turned to Hernandez. “What would you like to do now?”
“Dinner,” she answered. “You know how to cook?”
“Of course,” he answered. So far Hernandez had been cold and professional. That would make it difficult to ‘charm’ her. Of course, he was going to try.
Soon, the smell of cooking filled the small kitchen. Even so, Daniela expected that James remained aware of what was going on. “Aren’t you curious, what we’re having?” James asked.
“Of course,” Daniela answered.
“Something called a pasta bake. I picked it up on a mission in the United States.”
“Smells delicious.”
“I suspect that I’ll find that something else is delicious,” James said.
“Maybe, maybe not,” came a slightly playful response.
Lawson had parked the Toronto in a nearby park. He turned to Albert. “This is going to be difficult.”
“In what way?”
“Waiting while Hernandez deals with that Agent. Anything could happen.”
“Then we’ll be ready to jump to the rescue,” Albert decided.
“I can see how things can go wrong.”
Bond served the meal. He saw that Hernandez was nervous. “So, you learned about a pasta bake on a mission in the States?” she asked.
“Yes,” Bond answered.
“You must learn a lot of things on your missions,” she observed.
“Of course.”
They finished eating. Hernandez then felt Bond’s hand somewhere low on her back, which made her uncomfortable. 'Any means necessary,' she thought. Even so, there were some lines that shouldn't be crossed. She froze for several seconds as she pondered her options. 'Too bad I don't know that Vulcan technique,' she thought, not for the first time. The alternative was unsettling, to say the least. 'My choice.' Not much of one... She stood up and grabbed the plates. He was unlikely to make a move as she washed them.
Bond watched Hernandez as she washed the plates. He knew that she wasn't receptive of him, as it were. But he had to do something to keep her occupied. He had to what he had to do...
Hernandez turned as she let the water out and eyed Bond warily. 'I don't want to do it!' she thought again. But she was going to play along. There was sure to be no way she could just grab the device and run. Bond closed the distance between them, grabbbed her by the shoulders and brought his lips to hers. She aquisesd, moving her lips, and tongue, as he moved his. He pushed her back against the bench. It was rather uncomfortable. She pulled her head back. “Wait!”
“Yes?”
“Not here!”
“Of course,” Bond said. He backed off, but held her hand. “The lounge?”
She nodded. If nothing else, it was preferable to being against the kitchen bench.
Bond pushed Hernandez onto the lounge.Not too roughly, but enough to disorient her a little. He then sat next to her, and moved to kiss her again. He found that she met him halfway. They both turned towards each other more, as they continued to kiss.
It continued from there...
Hours later, Daniela awoke. She could tell that Bond was still asleep next to her. Extricating herself from the bed without waking him was going to be difficult. She tried to ignore the violation she felt as she tried to figure out a way to get away with the device. She slowly rolled away.
Bond awoke, and knew that Hernandez had slipped away. He knew that she was going for the device.
Daniela found the device and grabbed it. But there was a sound behind her! She turned and said while holding it front of her chest. “You're not meant to have this Bond!”
“Really?” Bond asked. “Tell me. Who do you work for?”
She remained silent, contemplating what to do next. She was in a bind. One which her Starfleet training hadn't prepared her for. 'I can get it back off him!' she thought as he looked over her. He had already got what he wanted. He wasn't going to get it again. She then threw the device at him as hard as she could.
Bond hadn't expected Hernandez to do what she did, so he was knocked over by the device. When he had clambered to his feet. She was gone. He knew she was still in the house. He grabbed the device and left the room.
Hernandez re-entered the bedroom and closed the door. She then put the chair beneath the handle. 'But that will not hold for long,' she thought, She quickly found her uniform (which she had forgotten earlier in her haste) and threw it on. Once that was done, she went to the wardrobe.
'Of course, they're clothes for a male, rather than female, agent,' she thought as she opened the door.
She grabbed a suit and a first aid kit. There were also disassembled weapons and ammunition stored in one of the drawers. MI6 were prepared for anything. 'Maybe there is an escape route from this room?' she considered. But first she needed to grab the device back off Bond. She grabbed one of the guns. She did have experience using guns in holodeck westerns. 'Of course, these 20th Century weapons are somewhat different to Colt 45s...'
As she loaded a gun, she heard Bond pounding on the door. 'This would have to do,' She thought, uncertain whether a Starfleet officer trained in self defense techniques and mok'bara would be a match for a trained MI6 agent. She took point alongside the door and kicked the chair away.
Bond entered the room and found Hernandez training a gun on him. 'Of course,' he thought. He holstered his weapon. She holstered hers and put herself in a stance reminscent of Tai Chi.
Hernandez moved to take down Bond with various mok'bara moves. It was difficult, as his pain tolerance seemed be high, and he was blocking the door. A few more minutes of sparring passed, before Bond was temporarily incompacitated by a blow to several pressure points. She grabbed the clothes and first aid kit and left the room, closing the door behind her. 'Too bad I can't fuse the door handle.' She thought. But there was another way. 'Probably isn't time.'
After leaving Bond in the bedroom, Hernandez returned to where she had thrown the device at him. He had placed it back where it was stored, but she got it out again easily. 'To the bathroom now.'
Once in the bathroom (and ensuring that the door was secure, although she was sure Bond would be able to get through it if he wanted to) she began to disguise herself with the clothes...
Bond emerged from the bedroom. He was quite sore from that blow. He knew where Hernandez would go. He soon found that she had taken the device.
Daniela finished disguising herself. 'But my hair?' she didn't want to shave it. 'Baffin has follicular stimulators, but still.' She heard a noise on the other side of the door, and jumped. 'Maybe I could use it on him.' She reacted quickly, leaving the shaver on the sink and hiding her hair beneath a hat. She grabbed the device and looked around. There had to be a way to escape via the bathroom. She looked at the window. It looked too narrow. 'The towel closet?' she opened it, as Bond rammed himself against the bathroom door. She quickly found some kind of lever at the back...
Bond entered the bathroom to find that Hernandez had escaped. But he knew the safehouse inside and out, and knew where Hernandez would go.
Daniela emerged from the tunnel into a laneway. She took out her commbadge. “Hernandez, to Toronto.”
“Lawson here.”
“I have the device, and I'm now outside, in a back ally.”
“We're taking off now.”
“Thanks.”
She then heard a sound. She turned and saw Bond, not very far away.
“Hand it over, Hernandez!”
“No!” she called out.
Bond raised his PPK. She knew that he would use it. She raised the device, placing it in the line of fire between it and her heart. (But she knew he could hit her somewhere else lethal.) Suddenly, the area lit was lit up by the Toronto's forward floodlights.
“The device is giving out interference. I can't get a lock on either of them,” Albert said.
“If she threw it, could you get it in a tractor beam?” Lawson asked.
“If it's at a low factor. But wouldn't it be easier to land?”
“There isn't enough room!”
Lawson sighed. “We can't get a lock or land! But we can get it in a tractor beam if you throw it.”
“Let's do that.”
“Readying the tractor beam,” Lawson said. He dialed down the factor as low as it could go.
“Let's do what?” Bond asked.
“This!” Hernandez said. She then pitched the device upwards as hard as she could. She saw the Toronto catch it in a tractor beam. The shuttle then flew off a short distance.
“They won't get far,” Bond said.
“Beware air defenses,” Hernandez said.
“Acknowledged,” Lawson said.
Bond made a signal and two other agents she hadn't seen grabbed her. “Uh! Let me go!”
“Change of plans,” Bond said. “We're going to headquarters now.”
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