Thread: From Russia With... [Gwen x Methos]

The flight to St. Petersburg passed Bond by with a pair of martinis and his having learned more about Valerie Hughes than he really cared to. If the file had offered him any more inane and useless details it would have charted her cycle. It all left him no closer to finding the girl. But soon James Bond was back in Russia, nor were his adversaries the only people whom were aware of his arrival. He exited the plane and his feet were down upon the tarmac and he was soon inside the terminal when he spied a rather familiar looking man in a trench coat. Unkept tawny hair, heavy beard subtle and a cheap cigarette combined with all the fashion sense of Columbo gave one the general appearance of Vladamir Morozov. The Russian was of a height with Bond himself and rather heavily set. The man waited as Bond walked through the terminal with luggage in hand. Morozov spoke with that distinct Russian accent slurring his words slightly when speaking in English James fuckin Bond, what are you doing in Russia? A grin graced Bonds lips as he remarked rather warmly Why it had been a while Vlad so I thought you all must be starting to miss me. The Russian scoffed as he remarked Yes yes, you came just to grace us all with the pleasure of your company. It has nothing to do with a rich British girl whose father has political connections going missing eh? Morozov took a long drag on his cigarette and noted Someone in M16 has a fuckin sense of humor when a girl gets kidnapped by gangsters threatening to sell her as a sex slave, and they send out a vodka soaked lecher as the cavalry. Sorry to disappoint Vlad I left my suit of shining armor in England. But did you have a point to meeting me here or did you simply come here to smoke like a chimney and slow me down? The Russian waved his hand and smoke as he casually drawled Professional courtesy, naturally I have no idea that an infamous person like yourself is present in Russia, nor that you are seeking to retrieve this Hughes girl. A rather wry smile crossed the British agents lips as he remarked I suppose you also have no idea where I should be looking for Leo Petrowicz? The Russian smiled I would not be able to tell you that you could find many of his flunkies at strip club he owns and they might be able to tell you where he is. He passed Bond a piece of paper as he remarked And watch your back Bond Im not the only one who knows youre in St. Petersburg. From the airport a car from the embassy took him to the Hilton where this kidnapping had been staged. From his briefings the room continued to be blocked off so that further investigations could be conducted. His own rooms had been booked in the hotel simply as a matter of convenience. It was a rather long drive from the airport to the hotel, and having been dragged from the beach to an airplane to fly him across the breadth of Europe, his stomach protested that food was in order and as usual he could use a drink. Thus James Bond rolled into the hotel bar, cutting a rather dapper figure as he was wont to do. His black suit had a rather form fitted cut to it, which seemed to emphasize his rather athletic frame. His features had that classically handsome look to them. He possessed piercing, and intelligent eyes, angular strong male features and a mysterious and mischievous smile to go along with them. To say he was a womanizer was rather akin to saying there are pyramids in Egypt. Sure it captures a general sense of what youre describing but the depth and scale are entirely lost in the meaning you are seeking to convey. He still had his luggage in hand when he slide up to the bar. The bartender naturally inquired as to what he could bring him Vodka martini, shaken not stirred. Was naturally his rote answer as he leaned against the bar, his grey blue eyes wandered down the bar and soon found themselves lingering on the form of the tawny hued woman clad in a rather flattering black dress. She seemed entirely disinterested in her drink and thus he flashed her a rather charming smile as he remarked You dont seem terribly interested in your drink, whom have you been waiting for? A slight grin graced his lips as he winked to her as he added And why have they been so foolish as to leave a beautiful woman waiting? As I cant imagine one could desire company any easier on the eyes. However, the growling of his stomach did distract the spy sufficiently that he turned back towards the bartender briefly as he remarked Its been some time since Ive eaten otbivnaya, medium rare. As he solved that particular distraction while returning his eyes to the task of studying every inch of the woman seated not so far away from him at the bar, and it was indeed a task that fascinated him at this particular moment.