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The taxi took her to the British embassy, and from there Ann knew there wasn’t much that she could do. She could hope that they would be able to find her information since she didn’t have any of her identification on her, but that was about it. To her surprise, when she asked for help in this matter, they assured her that this happened quite often, people losing their wallet, their identification, etc. They just needed her national insurance number. She gave it to the woman at the desk, who told her that this number wasn’t in their system. Ann gave it to the woman to try a second time, and then a third, suggesting that perhaps a number was off. It wasn’t, and even by the fourth time, still nothing came up. At first, the woman began to very politely accusing her of lying, suggesting that she had an identification number of a different country. She didn’t, Ann told her that she had been born and raised in the U.K.
From there, people with deportation approached her and thankfully they were still fairly decent towards her. Most likely, it was because she was clearly someone of wealth. She was in what was obviously a nightgown, yes, but an expensive, silk one that looked designer. She also had fairly large diamond earrings and a diamond anklet. Essentially, they told her, they wanted to “help her find where she needed to go”. One of them suggested memory loss. Ann was annoyed, but she complied with them, as she knew that they wouldn’t find anything that said she belonged in another country. What shocked her most was that when they ran her fingerprints, they didn’t come up as a match at all. It puzzled the officers. At first, this prompted them to turn her over to MI5, as this certainly wasn’t a normal deportation case. They usually had ways of finding out where someone needed to be deported to if they wouldn’t admit themselves where they were from. However, Ann Fleming wasn’t showing up in any of their systems. She even tried using her maiden name, which didn’t appear, her first married name and her second married name. Nothing.
MI5 also turned up nothing. Ann suggested they try MI6. She told them that she was being genuine, that she was a citizen of the United Kingdom, and she couldn’t explain why she wasn’t showing up in any system. She had attempted to explain that to James Bond and he immediately considered her to be crazy. She had to be especially careful with what she said now that she was in the government’s hands.
She had been there for several weeks now in MI5 custody, who finally handed her over to MI6. They too tried using everything; Q’s facial recognition software, blood samples, tissue samples, the country’s most advanced fingerprint scanner, and still, nothing was turned up. At this point, everyone was so baffled that even M was involved in trying to solve this riddle. One person suggested that perhaps she had been living in the woods her entire life, but several people insisted that even if that were the case, there would be at least some form of video footage of her with satellite footage. Eventually, she asked to speak to James Bond. She told them that she could offer information in exchange for it, and while M was at first skeptical that this strange, apparently non-existent woman could offer any information, that changed when she offered a few Spectre names and a hideout location. They looked into them and found that they were indeed valid. Arrests were made and she was thanked for the information. Ann promised more if she would be allowed to see him. MI6, even the entire British government honestly, didn’t know what to do with her. Nothing was warranting arrest, if it was a deportation matter they didn’t know where to deport her, and they had no idea of where she came from. But for now, she was offering incredible information. She was offering not just names, but secrets of Spectre, hideouts, meeting locations. For that, M was willing to cautiously cooperate.
It had been a month now since waking up in his hotel room that day. Thankfully now in actual clothes, graciously given to her. Ann didn’t have a plan, not really, but she had some ideas of how to maybe get back to her own timeline. The only person that was the slightest bit likely to believe her was James, or at least, she hoped. He was certainly the person she knew most about to maybe prove to him she was telling the truth. She sat in the room that M told her to, where he would be meeting her.
