It was me James. The author of all your pain.

[authorofallyourpain]

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[authorofallyourpain]

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[dontcxckitup]

He was doing his best to not let any worry show, although inside he was reeling. His head was spinning, and not just because of the explosion earlier. Lowering the phone and pressing his hand against it, he leaned towards Tanner. “Find Wendy.” Then he lifted his arm, showing the other man the handcuffs dangling from his wrist. “And get these off me!” He pressed the phone to his ear again. “What do you want?”

[authorofallyourpain]

Tanner looked in surprise at the cuffs. "A double 00 has already been dispatched to collect her after she gave the code word. I wont know more until we check in on their status." Tanner responded before searching for the key to the standard issue cuffs in the car.

"It's simple really...... to be left alone." he shrugged. "You meddled, and you let the cuckoo meddle.... now? Now it's my turn...... I was perfectly content to just focus on the little brother....... but now? Now I have you, and you've made the most delicious of targets."

[dontcxckitup]

His heart sank immediately when he heard the voice on the other end of the line. It was Blofeld. Why was it Blofeld? Why did he have Wendy's phone and---where was Wendy?

Gareth swallowed, trying to collect his thoughts and regain his composure. "Where is she?"

[authorofallyourpain]

A smile at the brief pause, before he let his head stretch from side to side as he thought for a moment. A chuckle. "The soldier always just out of reach to protect those he loves. Tell me....... G......." the nickname foreign, felt wrong, but how could he miss the opportunity to use the nickname his wife had chosen for him. "Will you mourn her? Or will you move on with her nurse before she's even buried?"

[dontcxckitup]

Gareth was carefully treading around the empty car, looking at it from every angle, then letting his gaze roam over the parking lot. No one was there, however; no one but Tanner. He stared at his Chief of Staff, unable - unwilling - to believe what he had just heard.

He immediately scrambled for his phone, nearly dropping it as he searched for Wendy's number and dialled it.

[authorofallyourpain]

Tricky, tricky. Ernst thought to himself as the man sent to Wendy brought just her phone. ....... "Almásy....it was...... "

"A distress warning....... sneaky." The headache the failure of a henchman would feel was brutal, as another man struck him across the head. He'd have had him killed if wasn't for the little gift......

Incoming Call..... G..... but a photo of one Gareth Mallory. Interesting..... How to play this..... Ernst wondered.

"Terribly sorry...... but Wendy can't come to the phone right now."

[hacker-codeq]

"Actually everybody ages. Just like everybody dies. The only people who believe anything else are insane or so full of themselves they barely understand the Earth rotates around the sun." Marcus caught the motion of the red and regarded in, expression blank, before he rolled his eyes.

"You have no intention of killing us - that would just not be the kind of game you want. I like playing games too, though I'm not supposed to." Then again, he knew how upset Q would be if M or, gods forbid, that idiot Bond got hurt.

He shook his head slowly. "Why should I? Could always tell him yourself. You can write him a letter from prison when you're inevitably recaptured. I hear the Cabinet Office has been skimping on the budget for toilet paper."

[authorofallyourpain]

"Let me rephrase, not everyone gets to grow old. Once you're dead well... you're dead." he smiles to himself. "And true, I have no intention of killing you right now that doesn't mean I have no intention of killing you eventually."

"The fun is in the game as I am sure you know............." taking a step back he shifted is head from side to side as it cracked. "Now, if you'll excuse me. I've spent enough time in M's little cage for now....... I have other plans...... .. certain strings to pull though I am sure I'll be seeing you soon."

[dontcxckitup]

It took him a while to get out of the building. Security level was so high, they checked his documents thrice at every single door, around every corner. When he was finally out, heading for the car, he was furious. SO much time wasted – he could only hope Tanner had long told Moneypenny, and Wendy was safe. If not… No, he refused to think of that possibility.

He arrived at the car – and stopped in his tracks immediately. It was empty. The doors wide open, the driver gone.

[authorofallyourpain]

Tanner was sprinting towards the pick up point to where Mallory was supposed to be, and yet he was still not there. Pivoting he found the head of MI6 in a peculiar situation. His car there, empty, no driver.

"Sir....." out of breath and leaning on his knees for support. "We have a problem....." which was a strange thing to say there was already a problem. "Operation Herodotus was already placed in motion....." a another breath. "She called it in herself."

[authorofallyourpain]

"Sir...." Tanner paused as he kneeled to help Gareth get up and to his feet. "Protocol dictates I get you to a safe location, and assess your injuries first. Other agents have already been dispatched to find Blofeld, he wont get far."

"We need to get you out of here............."

[dontcxckitup]

Gareth let the other help him up, but then shook his hand off. Was the man deaf or something? “Screw protocol!” he hissed. “I’m alive, I’m fine. Get someone to warn Wendy. He isn’t after me, he is after her!” Well, to still get to him in the end. Blofeld knew how much pain he inflicted on him through Wendy.

“If he had wanted to kill me, he would have already done so.”

[authorofallyourpain]

Grabbing his cell he was going to call in Operation Herodotus, but the problem was in this location? Cell service was not present, nor was the phone in the room opposite.

"Sir, get to your check in spot. I'll get Moneypenny to Wendy whatever it takes."

Covered in dust, and a few cuts on his face Tanner made his way to the nearest checkpoint to get the order to Moneypenny, but when he was able to what he discovered was far worse. Now? Now he had to tell M.

[littlemesseduphood]

"Test the theory? Oh, I'm all about hands-on learning, Stavro," Jason replied, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "You think I'm scared of death? I've done it a million times, and I'm fucking great at it. How many times have you died?"

Jason's eyes narrowed, the white lenses of his mask gleaming dangerously. "See, here's the thing about your fancy snipers and your big plans. They only work if I give a damn about living. But me? You think I'm scared of death,  man? I've done it a million times, and I'm fucking great at it. How many times have you died?"

He nodded towards something behind Stavro. "That big tank back there? The one labeled 'flammable'? That's where I'm aiming, genius. One shot, and this whole place goes up. So yeah, let's test that theory. Because even if your boys take me down, I'll be back. Can't say the same for you, can we?"

His grip on the shotgun tightened. "So what's it gonna be, Stavro? You willing to bet it all on the off chance your trigger-happy friends are faster than me? 'Cause I've got nothing to lose, and you've got... well, everything. Tick tock, old timer. Let's see who's really scared of death here."

[authorofallyourpain]

There was no fear at death from Ernst Stravo Blofeld, as far as he was concerned he had died once before but that was more metaphorical than literal.

An amused smirk dancing on his lips. "........ Boom...." his hands mirroring an explosion. "..... Tell me, do you think it will be a big enough explosion to kill me instantly..... or will I get to burn....oh I do hope the latter..... such sweet release in pain..... reminds us we're human after all...... death really would be a great adventure.. ..." Smelling the air as if it was arousing to him.

"But I do have things to do........ do you think I'd come this close to such a stunning creature and not have a contingency? A trump card up my sleeve.... a nurse in the wings ready to fall...... you see, we have a mutual........ friend...." his nose scrunches "When I say friend..." a chuckle.... "My death makes him a widow..... I wonder just how long it'll take before she screams......."

[hacker-codeq]

Marcus scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest as he leaned back against the piano; there wasn’t even the tiniest of trembles going through his body despite Q’s anxiety making his heart pound.

“Call me a creature again and we’ll see if I can pull your tongue out with just my hands. Choking is so basic.” Then his expression morphed into a smirk. “You don’t know who I am? That’s actually rather adorable. I thought you knew everything. Controlled everything. But all you know about me is that I’m not Q? I’m disappointed. Especially since you went to the same rotter as my old man.”

He stood up, closing the distance between them. “Let’s not waste what little life you have left, hm? Senile and grey and so incredibly annoying. Do all people age to become the same?”

[authorofallyourpain]

His head cocking side to side. Neither afraid of the other. "Some people don't age at all." he smirked.

The red dot that lit his chest amused Blofeld. The reminder that he was always protected. How quick it would be to kill him but oh so boring.

"I'm fond of the classics. Up close. Personal...... hands around the neck, a well placed dagger to the abdomen. The trick sometimes, is to place it just so where it will scar and nothing more. A constant reminder you should be dead....... though that particular punishment is for someone else I'm afraid.......Though a sniper does come in handy."

"Tell M, I'll be seeing him. As for you?" chills as if he was almost turned on. "I'm excited."

[hacker-codeq]

"No, I'm not." Had he been? Perhaps to the previous M, but he was certain that he wasn't viewed like that by Mallory nor by any of the current MI6 staff. They didn't even know his origin, much less have a reason to judge him on it.

Marcus narrowed their eyes as the other man, looking decidedly more pissed off than scared. "I'd rather crack yours with a lead pipe, but that might be a little bit too fun for you. What the fuck do you want? You best talk fast before someone gets here and shoots you. I wouldn't be surprised if every agent in London considered it a game to win your head."

[authorofallyourpain]

"Stunning."

Ernst initial response to the threat, or promise this creature now gave him. "Oh I'm sure they would, but I escaped from the most secure facility in the world, I have contingencies......but..... Right now? I want to know who this gorgeous creature is.... because you are certainly not our timid quartermaster." The smile dancing in his eyes now.

"I'd think you'd rather choke, lead pipe... guns... so impersonal don't you think? Nothing quite like feeling the pulse stop beneath your hands as your tighten your grip around their throat."

[hacker-codeq]

Q was so painfully aware of how much Marcus wanted to reach out and slam his fist into the face of the other man... But what would that achieve? Not much, as far as Q could work out.

"I... I'm not a pet." He sat back down slowly, his back to the piano now. "How exactly are you here?" He asked, resting his hands behind his back as though touching the piano but secretly spinning through his watch settings to get to the emergency beacon option.

"There are a lot worse things than death. You know that." Q winced as the words came from his own mouth, Marcus' ire so obvious in them that Q had to hope this wasn't being recorded.

[authorofallyourpain]

"Aren't you?" he asked with a raised brow on the insistence he wasn't a pet, but the words that came from Q shortly after cause a smile to dance to the features of the mans lips. Not the quiet, almost submissive nature of Q but something venomous. He was almost pleased, amused? Even worse..... interested.

"Oh, my dear Q..........." looking in the eyes of the man, fairly aware that he was attempting to send a distress signal. "Aren't you full of surprises..... I'd love to see what is in that head of yours....."

[hacker-codeq]

@authorofallyourpain gets a starter too o.o

Q had been sitting at one of those pianos left in the city for anyone to play, given the time of day he'd not thought anyone was around as he watched his hands as though some magical power was controlling them. An awareness of the presence behind him made his hands jerk back. "Sorry, am I in the way- I was just messing arou-" He was already up and turning but he froze when his eyes settled on the newcomer. "Can... I help you?"

[authorofallyourpain]

It was amusing the things M's pets did in their off time. Surprising there was any off time given his recent escape from prison. Though he wanted to see the nurse first he couldn't pass up the chance meeting with the quartermaster.

"No I insist." he gestured to the piano once more. The cameras already having been turned away to keep him from being spotted. He loved control.

"It's not often I get to see the pets off their leash." he smirked. "Don't worry, I have no intention of killing you quartermaster."

[littlemesseduphood]

"Well, look what we have here," Jason snarled through gritted teeth, blood trickling down his face from a gash above his eye. His battered body was a canvas of fresh cuts and bruises, but his grip on the shotgun remained steady as he kept it aimed at his opponent's chest. Despite his injuries, a grim smile played on his lips as he added, "Guess it's your unlucky day."

[authorofallyourpain]

"One barrel, one shot, though you could be holding a semi so maybe 9 if you're lucky, but there is nothing tactical about what you have in your hand."

"Darling, you'll be dead before you can reload your spent shell and pull that trigger." he said rather bluntly indicating the snipers positioned for his protection.

"Want to test the theory Jason?"

[dontcxckitup]

It didn't take long for Tanner to get into the room. Thankfully he was mostly unscathed; a few scratches in his face, but nothing more. Like Gareth, though, he had a terrible ringing in his ears.

“Sir—” “Get Blofeld!” Gareth bellowed. Why was his Chief of Staff still here? Why wasn’t he running after the escapee? Why—his eyes widened. “Wendy. Call Wendy.”

[authorofallyourpain]

"Sir...." Tanner paused as he kneeled to help Gareth get up and to his feet. "Protocol dictates I get you to a safe location, and assess your injuries first. Other agents have already been dispatched to find Blofeld, he wont get far."

"We need to get you out of here............."

[dontcxckitup]

A yelp escaped him when the pain shot through his ribs - but it was nothing compared to the pain suddenly coursing through his entire leg up to his waist when Blofeld's foot hit his knee. Just exactly the damaged one.

He groaned, lying on his back now. Gareth looked up at Blofeld. It was dark in the room, but still he could see the white of his eye - or what was left of it. Like a demon staring at him straight out of hell. "You won't...get far," Gareth breathed out.

[authorofallyourpain]

"Watch me." was his simple reply as he found his way through the hole now present in the side of his former prison. It was not easy, navigating the prison to freedom. Had there not been one on the inside it would have been a failure from start to finish.

However the sweet scent of freedom flushed his nostrils in a way that made him almost purr in joy.

Now..... now to Wendy...... and to somehow get a message to Gareth through her.

[authorofallyourpain]

“Such a naughty thing you are! Daddy is pleased”

"Was the explosion too much?"

"I'm not usually one for theatrics....."