It was 4 o’clock in the morning, when the fire alarm started making noises that would awake even a dead person. Anna woke up after barely three hours of sleep. She sit up on the bed and started thinking about all the possibilities when it could have been worse. Could not find any, this night was the first one in a week she could have full night of sleep. But no, Karma decided not to give ger that chance. Then suddenly she had black bag over her head and something punched her to unconsciousness.
When she awoke, she was in a dark room with mold on its walls, sitting right before iron door with a little window in it. There were some kind of tubes and cabels all over the place. She heard drops of water somewhere in distance. So this must be the famous Paris underground, she thought. She was chained to a chair with a tape over her mouth. It was like she got run over by a truck, she could feel the taste of blood inside her mouth and her head was pulsing with incredible pain. There was nothing she could do about her state, although she was trained for this, she had never imagined how scary situation like this can get. There was no way out, she knew she’s going to be tortured, because if somebody wanted her dead… well, she would not be there.
Minutes and maybe even hours passed by and she started to get bothered by the smell of mold and the dampness of this place, she wanted something to happen. This being stuck in nowhere was pissing her off. She slowly started drifting off to restless sleep. Sound of key in the lock woke her up and two men entered the dark room. One of them was tall and the other one had many tattoos on his neck, that’s all she had time for to notice before the tall one approached her and pulled off the tape of her mouth. After this another man entered the room. He was quite small with psychopatic look in his eyes. Anna stayed quiet. The small guy stoped right in front of her. “We’re very glad you joined us here,” he started “I know you probably have many questions for me, but let me ask first. Who sent you?” Anna started to laugh. The men got very confused and looked at each other. The small one gave the tattoed man a little nod. Then his hand hit her right to her left mouth corner, but she hadn’t stopped laughing. “May I ask you what’s so funny?” Said the small one and nodded once more. She got hit to the other side and stopped laughing. She stared straight to the little man’s eyes. “Uhuh” said the little one and turned around, “we will see how you’re going to look after half an hour with my boys over here.” And then he left. It might have been the longest half an hour in her short life. The hits were following one another and there was nothing to stop them. When the small one walked back to the room it felt like heaven, she could catch her breath again and realize all the bones in her body. “Will you now tell us who sent you?” He asked again. “I don’t know, it seems like even the British government doesn’t know where I come from, so I don’t think torturing will help you to find out.” she said with a little grin on her face. Everything after this happened in a fraction of seconds. The door opened and the two man standing beside her fell down dead. Then Bond caught the small one and hit him to unconsciousness. In another minute he unchained her and put the little one in the chair. She could barely stand straight so she just watched what happened after. Bond woke him up and laid a gun to his head. “Where is he?!” he asked. “Who?” “Fernandez, who else?!” “You might as well kill me, and save yourself a litt…” and the gun went off. “We don’t have time for this” Bond said and turned to Anna. “You alright?” She gave him a slight nod, she was not able of anything else. He took her around her chest and they moved slowly to the exit. When they walked through the door there was a wet corridor with just enough light to see couple meters in front of them. They moved slowly because of her wounds, but they made it to the stairs. After about hundred painful stairs and couple dead bodies they were finally out. It was morning. Fresh french morning.
To be continued…
Real Life of Anna 