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Hello again mommy

Who: Raoul Silva, M, James Bond,Katniss Everdeen, M's security team.
What: Silva makes his move.
When: Thursday evening.
Where: Town and M's current safehouse.
Rating: Lets say R for explosions, attempted murder and abandonment issues.

The rules are different here thought Silva, as he settled into his vantage point in an alleyway in town. He'd been in Paradisa for two months now, during that time he'd spent his days and nights hiding in the shadows...he was good at that back home. Back home he'd remained undetected by MI5 for years until the time was right.

He'd spent his time gaining all the information he needed on M, her habits in Paradisa, her allies, the potential places she could be staying. You can't rush a good revenge plot and although killing her would result in her returning after two weeks, it might yet give him the satisfaction he desires for all the suffering he endured because of her.

Silva knows she's not staying in the current location he's watching though...that nice apartment Mitsurutu lent her. He'd taken a look inside like the creepy creep he is and quite liked it. No he doesn't need to destroy one of the safe houses in order to get the attention of her army just a nearby abandoned warehouse.

He presses a button on the detonator he's carrying and boom...up it goes. None of the townspeople have been killed thankfully but a few of them are looking quite shocked and disorientated.

You might want to take a look at that guys?

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There’s a lot of burning rubble, very upset townspeople and a whole host of chaos going on here. Does anybody fancy helping calm everything down and finding out what the hell is going on?

[Dairine had been in the city looking for additional supplies when the explosion caught her attention. What the...?!

With the recent radio transmission going through her mind, she rushes over to see what is going on. Were they under attack?! Thankfully it turns out to not be Collectors, just a single explosion. Dairine recognizes the building though, since she had helped out in its earthquake reparations. How the heck had it ended up like this? If someone did this on purpose, there would be words.

Words alone though would not save the building or townspeople, so Dairine moves into action. The young wizard had gotten much better at putting out fires after Evan’s scorching arrival. She could soak them, snuff them, or even starve them of oxygen without cutting the supply for the surrounding people. Since the fire was much larger this time, she starts by creating a barrier separating it from the other buildings, invisible to the eye. Best keep the fire contained before snuffing it.]

[During all the chaos a figure is making his way through the crowd in the direction of M’s current location. If you look real closely it somewhat resembles that nasty Mr Silva you’ve been warned about dressed as a townsperson but since very few people have actually met him in person you’re just going to pass him off as just another townsperson…oh well.]

[There is one person in the town not looking at the explosion, Mr. Silva. And that man is looking at you right now.

He sees you and he knows what you did and he's pretty damn sure he knows where you're going.]

[At the top of the street he looks Bond directly in the eye and smiles. The thrill he gets from fucking with his pray hits every nerve body.

He gives Bond a jaunty little wave before turning on his heels and running. The cobbled roads barely touching the soles of his shoes with every stride he makes.]

[Really? How cliche can you get? Bond curses under his breath as he bolts after Silva.

He shoves people out of the way, fighting to keep that greasy blond head in sight as they race through the streets]

[Oh James give it up man...you'll never catch him.

After throwing a few random barrels and boxes down to slow Bonds progress he spies a couple of unmanned carts by a downward hill. Thinking quickly he leaps on the side of one of them and rides it down the hill to increase his distance from Bond.

He succeeds but lands awkwardly on his ass...smooth going.

Silva is quickly back up on his feet and away though.]

[He's never going to let you go that easily, you bastard.

Bond easily vaults over the barrels thrown in his path. He barks his shin on one of the boxes and stumbles slightly but he regains his footing and keeps pushing to catch up to the man.

Ooo nice trick with the cart. He hops on the second one, holding on until it reaches the base of the hill. Letting go, he hits the ground running. He nearly topples with the momentum but, because he's JAMES FUCKING BOND, keeps his feet and presses on, drawing his gun as he goes.]

[Oh come on....pretty please?

God he forgot how relentless the man was, he had a hard enough job losing him in the train station back home.

Ok so time to take matters to higher ground...Using a pile of crates as a jumping base he leaps up the drain pipe on one of the houses and climbs up on the roof. Maybe he'll get away up here?]

[Did you really expect anything else?

Of course. Of COURSE he had to head for the roof. What else would a rat like him do but look for higher ground? He shoves the gun back into its holster and sprints towards those crates, barely touching them at all as he uses them to vault up to that pipe. He makes quick work of climbing to the roof, pausing only long enough to scan the horizon and spot his prey before taking off like a shot towards him.]

[He's leaping from house to house like a gazelle. The gaps between them pose no difficulty for him. He knows that Bond is behind him but looking round to check even for a moment will cost him valuable distance.

However he seems to stop at one particular house....there appears to be a courtyard of some kind stopping him from going any further and Bond is too close by to find an alternative route. No more nearby buildings to leap to.

Maybe the game is over?]

Edited 2013-09-01 23:11 (UTC)

[Perhaps, Mr. Silva. Bond draws his gun as he runs, not even slowing as he grows closer to the other man. He doesn't intend to take any chances here. Silva might be back in two weeks but that would be two weeks that they wouldn't have to worry about him. Two weeks and he could wake up handcuffed to a bed or trapped in a room somewhere.

He vaults over the last gap, heading straight for the other man.]

[With no obvious escape route and Bond closing in on him fast Silva takes a very calculated risk.

As soon as James gets close enough he flings a concealed knife at the man as a distraction before lunging at him...trying to wrestle the gun away from him.]

[He spots that glint of steel and barely has any time to react. Bond shifts his weight just enough so the knife embeds itself in his left bicep instead of his chest.

He pivots and tries to raise his gun as Silva grabs him. Off balance, he struggles to keep his footing AND his gun.]

[As he and Bond are wrestling for the gun he can't resist a snarky dig.]

Are you enjoying our rooftop waltz James?

[With a quick leg sweep he takes the man down, but as he does the gun falls from the rooftop and down to the pavement below....crap.

He watchs it fall to the pavement...a look of annoyance on his face.]

[He grunts as he hits the roof hard, one arm darting out to find purchase lest he tumble after his weapon.]

I would be if you didn't have two left feet.

[He sends a well-aimed kick at one of Silva's knees. If he doesn't dislocate the man's kneecap at least he can take him off his feet]

[Silva hits the ground with a thud.

He curses himself for giving Bond a free opening even for just a second. He's back up again within a matter of seconds though...any longer in such a vulnerable position and it would be over.

With his fists raised he swings a left hook at the man.]

[Hey it at least gave him the window he needed to get to his feet. He ducks out of the way of Silva's punch and sends his fist into Silva's gut.

Maybe if he can knock the wind out of him he can get the upper hand.]

[ That punch does suceed in knocking the wind our of him. Silva doubles over clutching his stomach. The man grits his teeth fighting back the pain and trys to gather his senses and his breath back.

He counters Bonds follow up punch by grabbing his arm and elbowing the back of the mans head.]

[Bond grunts as Silva grabs the arm that... still has a knife embedded in it. Ow. Probably should have taken that out, huh.

The elbow to the head disorients him for a second and he looses his balance, stumbling forward a few steps. He shakes his head, trying to re orient himself only to realize he's taken those steps closer towards the roof edge.]

[With Bond incapacitated and the security team distracted, Silvas moment of truth is here. He knows you’re in here mommy and there’s nobody here to protect you…This ends here.

He carefully makes his way to a window to prise open and sneak in.]

Edited 2013-08-28 23:08 (UTC)

[M had been moving from one place to another with no real set pattern, the last few weeks. the last couple of days, she'd been living in Mitsuru's apartment with her eye on the journals, and keeping company with those she'd trusted to help keep her safe.

this afternoon was no different, and she had been passing the time with Katniss and a deck of cards. carefully, she considered the solitaire setup before her]

Edited (matching style fail, sorry) 2013-08-29 02:00 (UTC)

[Katniss was sharpening one of knives, and keeping one eye on the game, her bow sitting across her lap and her quiver at her feet. She glanced over at the set-up, before frowning a little.]

[Then she leaned forward, and tapped one red seven.]

Thank you. [M flicked her gaze up to Katniss and smiled] I would've suggested something we could both play, but I didn't want to distract.

.... Tell me, how are the expedition plans shaping up? I'm trying to decide whether to send Bond.

[She shook her head, lips quirking up at the corners.] It's better this way. That way I can focus on my surroundings.

[She ran the whetstone along the blade, a frown appearing.] It's, ah, interesting. Tsuana is in charge, apparently, but I don't think he's ... ever done anything like a military campaign. Or any campaign, honestly.

[She looked at M.] Frankly, I'm concerned he's going to get us all caught out. Or have us doing a sing-along. I'm not sure which is worse.

Yes, I'm not sure what to make of all that mafia nonsense, myself. They're going to need level-headed people, especially if the refugees are under attack from the same force seen at Terre Haute. Those were clearly trained professionals, and it's not the sort of thing you go on to sit around singing "Michael, Row the bloody Boat Ashore".

[with a slight huff, she turned over another card and snapped it down into place]

If my legs were a little younger, I'd consider going my damn self.

What is the mafia, anyways? Is it some sort of organization of warriors or something? [She shifted the knife, honing in on the edge of the blade.] Well, that's why I'm going to be doing what I can, behind the scenes. I wouldn't mind some advice over the journals, though. [Because M knew strategy for the field, no doubt.]

[She chuckled softly.]

I have a feeling we already would have been gone, if your legs would stand it.

[She lifted her chin, suddenly, a wolf catching a sound. Or a lot of sound.] ...sounds like something is happening outside. [She breathed in, faint but there...] Hm. Fire.

Something like that, in the broadest strokes. They're what we classify as a crime organization: they work as a group to control businesses through threats and force, and make profit off them that way. He really doesn't seem the type, if you ask me. Most mafiosa are generally a lot more ... hardened.

[she looked up to watch Katniss for a moment, frowning in thought, herself.] I'd be happy to help you while you're out there. I'd be just a filter away, you know it. And if you go ... that could leave Bond free to stay here should the castle need defens--

[her own thoughts are cut off by the cacophony outside, as well]

Fire? ... [that's not a good sign. she sets her jaw] How close?

[Katniss stared at M for a long, long moment, before she shook her head a little.] ... there's no way he's part of an organization like that. He seems like he would cry if he let his glass tip over.

[Katniss shoulders seem to lose some of their tension at her suggestion about Bond, the tighten again at the shouts from outside.]

I don't know, but I'll go check. [She rose to her feet, sliding the quiver into place, as well as her bow, and she went to put her knife back in its sheath ... before she paused, then handed it over to M. Her look said it all.]

I'll be right back. Keep the door locked behind me.

[she looked at the knife, then took it up, closing her fingers slowly around the handle. she wasn't formally trained in them or used to hunting with them like Katniss was, but it didn't take much to know where you stick the pointy end.]

Of course. And you know what I don't need to tell you.

[which was her way of saying it, nonetheless: be careful]

[She nodded her head with silent approval as M wrapped her hand around the dagger, before she moved towards the door.]

I do know. The same applies, ma'am.

[She opened the door, closing it firmly behind her, before she walked down the hall and towards the stairs, as quickly as possible.]

[Silva is just in the room next door...waiting for his moment. His body pressed up against the wall, his breathing is nice and controlled in order to avoid detection.

He can hear another voice coming from next door..was that Miss Everdeen?

Ugh he'd rather not have to dispatch her at the same time...that would make things too complicated and give a greater chance of failure. He was more cautious then usual since his failings at Skyfall.

He bides his time and waits for Katniss to leave...even just for five minutes.]

[M slid the bolt home behind Katniss as she left to investigate the fire, her fingers still closed around the hilt of the hunting knife she'd been bequeathed. it felt odd in her hand, a weight she was unaccustomed to, a more primal form of danger than a gun. as formidable as guns were, she felt somehow less at ease with something as raw and uncomplicated as a knife. it was almost ironic, she knew: there were so many ways a gun could go wrong in its user's hands, whereas with a knife, you knew what it was about. there was no potential of jamming, nothing about where to keep your fingers unless you were firing, nothing about the chambers or the trigger or the safety. just something sharp and hard, and very straightforward. it was like espionage compared to simple murder, she realized: guns had secrets, and distance, and complications. knives were honest, and close, and simple.

her lip curled in disgust as she realized that, despite her own affinity for bluntness when it came to her words, she wanted nothing to do with the damn thing ... even as she felt the hair rise on the back of her neck.]

[Upon hearing the door lock Silva's heart started to race. Here it was, the perfect chance to put this woman out of her misery and to end his mental torment forever...the chance to right all the wrongs done to him.

He gives the door a gentle push as she’s standing with her back to it fiddling with the knife. It slowly creaks open to reveal Silva standing in the doorway standing tall and dominating.

He stretchs his neck...letting out a cracking sound to get her attention.]

[she hears the door and doesn't even have to turn to know who it is. he doesn't even have to pop the vertebrae in his neck to get her attention. a part of her knew, knew he'd manage somehow, that it was only a matter of when. the mad ones were always like that. she'd just never had one chasing after her before him, that was the only difference.

as little as she wanted to do with that knife, she realized with cold, sudden clarity that she might have to use it. she just hoped she could keep him at enough distance that she wouldn't have the need.

breathing out slowly, she forced down the panic and the fear, knowing that that was the first thing he'd want to see. there was still a room between them, and all she had to do was go through the door and lock it again behind her ... but even then.]

You really shouldn't invite yourself in like that. Poor manners.

[He gives a creepy smile.]

My apologies...but it is just so hard to book an appointment with you these days.

[He slowly makes his way towards her, watching her every move and savouring every moment. His emotions bubbling over from smug satisfaction to delight to hate...it's hard to tell where one emotion begins and another ends. They're all just blending into one right now.

Oh but he sees the knife there mother...how very concerning. He doesn't want you getting ideas now does he?

When he's at a close enough distance he darts at her...grabbing her hand and flinging the knife to the floor. A stern look crosses his face.]

No...sorry just no!

[the panic in her eyes at his rush is fleeting, and steel flashes into her gaze and lines her jaw even as he takes hold of her. she finds her strength and her calm in a simple truth:]

You've no call to tell me what I can and cannot do. Nor did you ever.... But even less so, here.

[God save her, she WILL keep her dignity. he'll never have that. he can drag her name through the mud all he likes, but hers is not to yield.]

[Sorry M...any semblance of rational thought or reason has gone. Silva does not react to your words. Instead he's just staring and looking...happy.

He's so close now he's actually stroking your cheek.]

Look at you...you look so well.

[He gives a relived laugh...before it all changes.

It all comes back...the daily beatings, the pain, the suffering. Everything she was responsible for. Silva lets out a snarl before grabbing her by the throat and throwing her against the wall...his grip not entirely cutting off her air supply but definitely restricting her breathing.]

Edited 2013-09-04 23:26 (UTC)

[she looks more disturbed at his mirth than his wrath, in perfect honesty. when his fingers touch her cheek, she does cringe, but she doesn't afford him the honor of letting it reach her eyes. she just swallows - and it's the last chance she gets to breathe freely before his fingers close around her throat. she just stares at him. this is it, isn't it. hell.

her mind is so full that she doesn't even really get to register exactly what's going through it - so many things. so many people who are going to feel as though they failed ... especially Bond, where the hell is Bond, she should have kept him with her, and Katniss ... and ... and ... Christ, who's going to tell Gary, what's August going to think, who's going to help Allen - she's thinking more of her life here than the fact that even if he does end it, she'd only be out for two weeks. that technicality doesn't even register, for her. she's too used to death being real.

so all she can do is freeze, and stare. damn. she'd hoped she'd be braver than this when it came to it, but the truth is, it's taking all she's got to not show how much this terrifies her. and somehow she realizes, dimly, that she's more determined not to give him that satisfaction than to actually survive this]

[Silva stares into her eyes, the hatred and the madness in him is clearly evident. This is it...he's going to finally put her out of her misery. The idea that she'll be back in two weeks doesn’t even enter his head. In his eyes he's still back at Skyfall house in Scotland.

And yet why is he hesitating? Every fibre in his being is telling him that this is wrong, like there is a connection between the two of them that he just can't see or hear. It feels like she's important to him for more then just handing him over to the Chinese. God why can’t he remember?

The confusion and sudden wave of emotion proves to be too much for him. He lets out a frustrated scream…releasing M from his grip and holding his head in his hands.]

[she doesn't take the time to wonder how or why he's let her go - the moment she realizes that he has, she gulps down air and dives for the knife. it's a clumsy maneuver, but maybe luck will be on her side and she'll be able to get her hands on it before he gets his wits back.

the fresh air in her lungs is like fire after that first moment, and she coughs, fighting to keep the lack of air for sending her into alarm. it's the coughing fit that's more dangerous than his hands around her throat were, really - and the spike of adrenaline that the panic she manages to keep at bay reroutes itself as clarity and action, the urge to fight and stand her ground. those myriad paths of thought that she couldn't settle on just seconds before line up for her clearly, like soldiers at attention, and she ignores the ranks she doesn't need to deal with instantly. what matters is gaining ground, getting a safe hold.

she gets back to her feet, knife in hand, and just watches. she could try to run, but he's still close enough to rush her. only, this time, if he tries to disarm her, she knows how he'll come at her, and she's prepared.

but really, she thinks, almost irritated as she watches him practically drowning in his own emotions ... what the hell is the matter with him?]

[Silva removes his head from his hands and stares at her. He's wide eyed and the madness is still very clear with just a hint of sadness at his missing memories.]

Why? What is missing?

[He takes a deep breath and gets his composure back…and starts to advance on her slowly. He doesn't even care about the knife in her hand anymore.]

Tell me...please tell me.

[she realizes that he's talking about his castle price of admission, the thing he's lost, whatever it took from him. that because she's been the curator of Britain's secrets for so long, he expects her to know... or maybe, she realizes, as something clicks into place, it took something he knows about her. or thought he knew. but even that could be anything. she grips the knife tighter, knowing what it could mean if she doesn't give him an answer]

.... I can't tell you what's missing if I don't know what's still there.

[it's the best safe answer she can give. she doesn't dare tell him too much, in case she gives him something he can use against her, but at the same time ... he could kill her. she's no stranger to that delicate tightrope walk, by far, but ... somehow, here, it feels a little more different, a little more urgent]

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