Entry for round 5- write a James Bond SpyFy using the title given. Songs chosen: Clutch-  Mice and Gods, Whisteria Cottage- A Misconception, Green Day- Strange Land, As I Lay Dying- Meaning in Tragedy, Black Stone Cherry- Violator Girl
Word count:2,543

David looked around, his eyes landed on the dome that protected the people and beyond to the endless space dotted with light here and there. Only a lucky few knew that this place existed, and it just so happened he was one of them. He took a breath, straightened his back, and prepared himself for what was to come as he turned his focus back to the shaggy run-down building in front of him. He knew that even less were allowed to know about the establishment he was about to enter. Those who knew about it could tell you that if you were to enter it the first thing you would notice would be the smell. Even before your eyes had the chance to take in the beautiful, exotic women that draped around the room clad in skintight clothing that showed off their curves and amplified the sway to their hips as they moved, not to mention, their smokey, dreamy eyes that left even the Drugonians from the next solar system over to shake in their knees, it was the fuming, intoxicatingly stench that pulled you in.  As it were, the place only allowed the best of the best. Some even said that the women there were custom made, though there was never any proof to whether that was true or not.

However, as tempting and eye-catching as the women were, it was the aroma that captured your full attention upon entering the downgraded building. Sex, sweat, and pheromones permeated through the air visible as fog; intoxicating. Hovering over every surface, table, couch, and chair. Like a lover it shielded the place from any who would want to tear it away. He would even go so far as to say it dripped from the very pores of the walls themselves. Some mind you, those uptight-law-bidding-prissy citizens, might be disgusted at the smell, not to mention to blackout if their sensible eyes were ever to take in the place and see what went on there. Though moreover, for the majority, it quite literally gave them a hard on, making the work there all that easier.

David guessed that was why those people who fell in the former category never traveled to the dark side of the moon- to Sector 66.

"Name?" a voice that was smooth and rich as wine interrupted his thoughts as he could already feel the sound of her alluring voice working its magic as he looked at the lady in the door and tried to discreetly adjust himself. Her dark hair was framing her razor-blue eyes and full plum lips while her clothes, if you want to call them that, did the same for her body. Everything designed for one purpose.

"Bond," David replied, clearing his throat. "David Bond."

"Let me guess, Vodka martini, shaken. Not stirred?"

"Yes, please," he answered with a smile.

"You Bonds are all the same." She flicked her hair back over her shoulder and turned around. "This way, Sugar."

David worked his way around the room, taking in the people who were otherwise engaged and didn't spare him a fleeting glance.

"I'd be happy to help with your little problem," she said, noticing how his eyes roamed the place as she led him to the back.

"Perhaps another time," he answered with a grin, eyeing a Durgonian in the corner and repressing the urge to shiver at the sight of the species. One could never really tell if they were in the presence of a male or female as there was next to nothing to establish the difference- if there were any. They appeared humanlike, but different in a way he couldn't describe. Maybe it was their height, or rounder, bigger heads and odd shaped eyes. There was something about them though. He felt a sort of kinship to them that left him feeling unsettled.

"You know what they say?"

"What?"

"If you don't use it, you lose it."

David was saved from replying as he walked through the heavily protected doors that led to the back room. This was where the real work began.  He walked over to Sandra. Unlike the rest of the ladies who worked here she wore a business suit, much like his.

"Got any new recruits for us?" David asked.  He knew that with his graying hair he looked nothing more than like your average suburbia working-class stereotype in his washed-out grey suit. One would've even gone as far as to say he was near retirement if he hadn't already done so, harmless. Quite out of place here but on Earth he blended in and went unnoticed.

"We just sent you one two months ago," Sandra responded while she stood between two legs spread wide apart, her sleeves rolled up with gloves on. "That's it, just breath," she told the girl on the bed,  watching the progress of her labor.  However, the girl didn't seem to listen or just didn't care as she let out another scream. "They do take time to grow, you know?" She stated after the contraction had passed and the girl quieted, glancing up to David.  "Perhaps you should be more careful with them."

"We need another Bond, now," David said, putting the emphasis on now. The last one ended up dying mid-mission and if they didn't get another, well the world could be left in jeopardy.

"Fine," she sighed. "There is James..."

"I'll take him."

~~~~

James could feel the button beneath his finger as he pushed play and the pressure gave way as Whisteria Cottage, A Misconception blared over the speakers of his console. The vibrations were enough to rattle the glass of his ship, though he didn't give it much thought. It didn't seem to matter, nor did the sweat that started to accumulate on his forehead. It was the feeling in the pit of his stomach that concerned him the most; the one that left his hands shaking and unease to settle over him. It was foreign to him, he had never once felt remorse or guilt over any of his missions before. Then again, he never had one that was at this level of magnitude.  He had long since turned off the intercoms between 66 and himself. He didn't need to listen to them nag. He knew what he had to do: it was bred into him from birth.

"What's wrong with him?" David asked, peering into the medical casing that shielded James from the outside environment. It was the only one in the long room that had light pouring out from underneath the lid. He hadn't realized how many Bonds they've gone through and started to consider himself lucky to still be alive.

"Nothing," Sandra shrugged, "He's in a simulation."

"Is he supposed to be shaking like that?" Concern made his eyes wrinkle at the edges and the creases in his forehead more dominant as he examined the young man more closely. He didn't need to get stuck with another Bond that was going to keel over on him.

"They all go through this process," she said over the keypad, pushing her finger against the surface. "You're just merely seeing the early stages."

"We all looked like that?"  David questioned. He was a bit skeptical that he was ever like that.

Voices. They came and went, filtering into James subconscious. He wondered if they were aware? Though it didn't matter much, before his mind had a chance to comprehend all he heard, he was pulled under into another dream. She was there.

"Taxpayers' money hard at work."  There was a slight hum as the lid lifted up. "I did tell you they took time. I accept no responsibility if he doesn't last as long as the last."

"Understood."

He didn't know who she was; he could never figure it out.

"James, you need to wake now." Sandra leaned over him, shining a light into his eyes and checking all the data from the computer system.

James heard the voice again, he recognized it. There were things he tried to remember, it had to do with that voice, something important but couldn't recall. The pull to go back under was fading. He didn't want to wake, he wouldn't get to see the girl again.

"James!"

His eyes snapped open when he felt something cold against his face. Reflexes took over that had been programmed into him as he held the lady in a chokehold. "Drop it!" His voice was hoarse and grated on his ears. It wasn't what he was used to nor were the lights, smells, and the way the air moved against his skin making the hospital gown he wore brush against his sensitive skin. "Put me back," he hissed as he pulled tighter.

He knew what his senses were telling him, that this was real, but he didn't care. It felt like another world to him, surreal. And he was the alien force to be with people who were meant to be like him but weren't. His head hurt and his eyes ached. He just wanted to go back.

"James, calm down." David took a cautionary step forward.  "You're needed for a mission."  If he didn't do something soon Sandra would probably pass out... Or die.

"Stay where you are!" James shouted as he took a step back, making sure to keep Sandra between himself and the other man in the room. He didn't know who he was, but he did know that he was like him. And like him, he was dangerous.

"The... Code," Sandra managed to gurggle out before going limp.

"Vodka martini, shaken. Not stirred," David  said almost as if it was a question. What good was that gonna' do?  But then he got his answer when James fell to the floor.

"It's a fail-safe," Sandra said after having managed to get herself up off the floor.

"Handy," David said, walking over to James' body.

"It's only built in to last a few days after a Bond wakes, to make sure everything runs smoothly and help with the transition."

"What now?"

"We put him back and try again."

~ ~~

James felt his body being moved and then the calming sensation of being taken back to where he had come from.

"You've been activated, James." He could feel the young woman's lips pressed against his ear.  A shudder went through him, but he knew he couldn't react to it, not this time. She had always been a tease, but there was something in her voice that made him keep to himself. "You're different, different from the other Bonds. They'll send you on a mission, but I have one of my own."  He felt her fingers glide over his arm as she moved to look straight at him. He fought the urge to wrap her in his arms for one more time. "I've helped where I could, the rest is up to you."

James looked deep into her green eyes. They looked like they were glowing. "I accept," he whispered and saw her smile.

"Good. Sector 66 is full of lies. While you lay in slumber I had tweaked the systems to allow you to hear what was going on." She reached her hand up to his face, a gesture of formality and closeness that they shared together. "It's all up here. You just have to unlock it."

"I will."

"I have to go before father finds out I'm here." She kissed him passionately, pouring her desperation and need into it, before she pulled away. "Time to wake up, James."

James opened his eyes and saw the two from before hovering above him.

"Is he okay now?"

"What's your name?" Sandra asked James, ignoring David's question.

"Bond. James, Bond"

"We have a mission. Do you accept?"

"Yes."

David stepped forward, from behind Sandra. "My last Bond found out some troubling news. In requiring information he had been compromised..." David cleared his throat. "Your job is to pick up where he left off. After you've been prepped, of course."
~~~

James found himself flying to the next solar system over, to the Durgonians. He was to go in, set the bomb, then head out.  According to the last Bond, they were growing anxious and bored. They were known to be hostile and the next place, that was much like their own planet, was Earth. Which they had under good authority that they were after.

"What about this one?"

It was the voices again. They came in bits of pieces. He tried to remember what it was that was locked inside his head.

"It's another defect. Ship it off with the others."

"There's going to be too many of them. Sooner or later, someone will find out."

"I've got it worked out already."

James tried to shake his head. He recognized Sandra's voice. The other, male, he didn't. He needed to focus on his mission now though, as he was entering the atmosphere of the Durgonians' planet.  The closer he got, the more he was in awe. It was a strange place, filled with blue and green. The trees taller than the highest buildings he'd ever seen, however, he wasn't sure if that was saying much. 

"Mark them for the Durgonian," came Sandra's voice.

"I can't have this come back on me. It's bad for business," the man voiced his concerns, worry carried over them in a semi-threat. 

"Don't worry, you won't get your hands bloody... That's why you've created this business," Sandra replied.

James pushed the button, releasing the small gizmo that Sector 66 had given in a long line of other gadgets and whatcha-ma-thingers that were really rather cool, but he couldn't even begin to explain how they all worked. He was just shown on how to use them.  So long as he got into the atmosphere undetected, which he did thanks to their cloaking, all he needed to do was release the chip.

The sun had started to rise. It was the most beautiful thing James had seen, and it was also a sign that he needed to hurry up. The chip was set to go off at first light.  Unease began to settle over him as adrenaline surged through his body. This felt wrong.

"The pawns have already been set in play. The last Bond will report what I needed him too."

"No one will know about the failed Bonds?"

"They are set to be wiped clean as we speak."

"My daughter came so close about finding out about this. If she knew what happened to the 'lab rats'  it wouldn't go good for you."

James had shielded his eyes from the light reflecting on the water that covered the vast majority of the surface. There was little he could do now, for those down below.

He flew off, knowing the truth. The hidden secret of Sector 66 that he just destroyed.

A bright light streaked across space, expanding outwards before being pulled back in.  Where there used to be a planet was nothing more than a black hole.

"The harsh light of day," he mumbled to himself.  One way or another he would find a way to take down Sector 66. And he smiled, knowing where to start. That kiss wasn't going to be the last, after all.