007:Stormwatch(IC)

[Jones Sparrow]

OOC

Chris Hensen walked down the dark and cold street. He spent all day at work, trying to keep his mind busy on something other than the man people believe is trying to kill him. He walked into his apartment complex and eventually stumbled into his apartment. He threw his phone on the kitchen counter, and walked into his bedroom. He was about to flip on the lights, but a voice in the darkness broke the silence. "Keep the lights off." It said calmly. Hensen froze in his tracks.

"You're the assassin." He said. "No. MI6." The figure got up and through the window light you could make out Agent 007.

"You were difficult to track, Mr. Hensen... or should I say Gregori Slankev? But we were one step ahead of you. Killing MI6 Agents is never forgotten. Even during the Cold War. And especially during your new black market career."

"Why... You have no proof!" He said, walking towards his closet very slowly.

"We do." He nodded to the bed where there was a file. Hensen slowly going towards it and reading every inch of his deals, his kills, his everything! He kept a calm face. "This is..is..." He started, until charging into his closet and searched frantically for his shot gun.

Where was it? Where was it? He froze once again in complete fear when he heard the shot gun being pumped. He turned to see James Bond holding up his shot gun in front of his face. Without another word, He pulled the trigger.

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James Bond stepped out of the apartment complex wearing a large black trench coat. He looked around. He had a few minutes until the police came. He started walking a few blocks down, to where he parked his car. He climbed in, and started driving, hearing the sirens rush over to Gregori's apartment.

[arowne97]

James Sacer sat in his little apartment in New York. Perfect hiding place. There were so many people, that it would hopefully mess up the CIA's trackers. He hadn't even thought of M16, since they hadn't come after him yet. He'd been on the run for over a year. He'd had a good streak so far, and planned to keep it that way. He put on a black hoodie, put the hood up, grabbed his stuff, and walked outside, to where his Dodge Viper was parked. He put his stuff in the trunk, and got in.

[Jambo1117]

Jason, was now leading the terrorist organization. He killed the rich and powerful leader. making it look like an MI6 killing. Making the Organization want MI6 blood. His goal. It all want to plan. Jason decided, with his new found wealth and power. Perhaps he could persuade other terrorist groups to do his bidding too. He contacted some contracts of the IRA. Offering to help them as they restart their efforts in Ireland. He only offered to help them for their help in return. He set up a meeting in Ireland. That's where he sits now. Talking to leaders of the IRA. Two terror groups meeting. as the meet was done, Jason left them with a few more weapons & money than when he came. One terror cell under his control, somewhat. Who else could he get? He thought.

[arowne97]

James drove to West Virginia, to a house he owned in the middle of the woods. He knew it'd be hard for satellites to track him, because the trees blocked their view. 'They'll never find me here,' he thought as he unpacked his stuff.

[Kaalee]

Kaalee walked the dismal streets of Londen. She hated the weather here. It was always raining and if it wasn't raining it was cloudy. It a wonder anyone got any vitamin D! And she was starting to take on the bloody accent! Even in her thoughts! It was horrible, she'd do anything to be back at her ranch in North Carolina or even across the channel at France, which is where she was supposed to be assigned in the first place. She spoke the language effortlessly and looked the part but was instead transferred to a CIA/MI6 joint task force. It was dreadful. Should the human brain know so many synonyms for terrible? She thought not. She went up to her apartment and started to unwind from her day.

[iloveskittles22]

Emily woke up in her deluxe room, laying in a king bed, another man lying next to her, wearing only his boxers. She stood up, found her shirt, and searched the room, quietly and stealthily, as to not wake the man. She racked her brain as to what she was needing. He was high upin the black market dealing with the highest weapons. But she found out he wasn't really as high up as he claimed.
"Must be somethiing here...." She murmurred. Theres always a safe, and more often then not, it wasn't exactly hidden. She soon found it, already open, with a few papers and a Glock. She folded up the few papers, and about to store them in her pocket when she realized she still needed to put her own tight pants on. She sighed, and searched through the sheets. She found them right next to the man, slightly tucked under him. She stared at the glock, and stared at the man.
"Eh. You weren't that great in bed anyway."
And with that, the red started pouring out of his ear. She slipped on her pants, and walked out of the room, through the hotel, down the London streets. Not a minute after she stepped in her taxi, she heard sirens.
'Damn it where was i to be going after this....' She thought.

[Jones Sparrow]

James Bond reached the MI6 HQ. After long inspections and varifications later, He was in the bustling underground intelligence agency of the United Kingdom. Everything had a gray like thing to it, glass walls lined every office, except for M's, of course. She had her own level.

"Bond, its good to see you still alive. you haven't come down to the HQ in ages." The white haired woman said. "yes, well.. I've been busy." he said, recalling his vacation time, and the waitress down in the Caribbean. " I bet you have... It seems that you are going to be even more busy. You will have a mission breifing in a few minutes, when the other agents arrive." She said, turning and walking away.

Bond stood there for a moment, then walked to the break room, possibly to find a drink

[iloveskittles22]

Emily gave an address to the taxi man, somewhere close enough to headquarters. It wasn't too far of a drive, and soon enough to taxi stopped, and she elegantly stepped out after paying. She walked a block or so, regretting to forget her shoes, and arrived at headquarters. She paused in a restroom first, attempting to make herself look a little more professional. Straightening herself out, she realized she had a few minutes before the actual meeting was to begin so paused in the break room.

[Kaalee]

Kaalee was just about to fall asleep when her phone chirped.
"Bloody hell." She muttered, rolling out of bed. She grabbed a skirt and a blouse, put them on and ran outside to catch a cab. She made it to headquarters a few minutes early and went in search of coffee.

[Jones Sparrow]

Bond was about to walk into the break room until he heard someone else coming towards the same direction. He looked up to see a woman. He held open the door as he checked her out. Another came shortly after, and he did the same for her. When he was sure no one else was going to walk in, He went in himself, scavenging around the place.

"A very nice break room but no bloody food..." He said, finally finding a bagel and settling for a glass of water, though a martini would have made him happier.