snowbunny00774
00Kevin
Please note: This is a sequel to 00Kevin's archenemy which can be found
here.
For six years 00Kevin ran from MI6, and then one day, in a market in Papua New Guinea, that which he deemed impossible happened. He didn't notice her at first, just another body in a crowded market. Almost casually she walked up to him, grabbed him by his hair and pulled him into a back alley. She had pulled a gun with stunning agility and held it at his gut.
"Ah, if it isn't double Oh Kevin. Or should I call you oh-ten?"
"Don't call me that. NEVER CALL ME THAT. Who are you?"
"Me? I'm double oh seven..."
"Double oh seven? What? How did you-"
"....seventy four."
"Huh? Double oh seven seventy four?"
"Yeah. Bunny. Snow Bunny."
"So...that means that the maxmum budgeted headcount for MI6 is now...100,000?"
"MI6? HA. MI6 is old and busted. MI8 is the new hotness."
"MI8? Where did that come from?"
"Nine eleven chaged everything."
"Who's nine eleven?"
"Nine eleven is a date. Nine-eleven? Not ringing a bell?"
She slaps him.
"Hey, you just hit me!"
She slaps him twice more.
"Hey, why are you hitting me? Stop hitting me! I don't know this nine eleven, and I don't know why he or she, felt the need to change the rules, but...if I were to join MI8 could I be double oh something or other?" SLAP "STOP THAT!"
"It's post nine eleven, Kevin, I can do anything I want." She moistens her finger and inserts it into Kevin's ear. He screams in pain as he falls to the ground.
"The Geneva Conventions! Wet willy's are illegal according to the Geneva Conventions!"
She feigns a punch and Kevin fliches. She hits him twice rapidly in the arm and she says, "Two for flinching." She then wipes the punched area, thus sealing his chance of retaliating with the "No wipe" rule. She pushes the gun into his back. "Geneva Conventions, Schaneva Shneventions. I laugh at them now." She cuffs his hands behind his back. "Back to jolly old England with you Oh Ten."
"Don't call me that. Serisouly." SLAP "STOP THAT! Jesus....How did you track me down?"
"Actually I wasn't looking for you. I'm here for the cricket tourney."
"Really? Who you like this year?"
"Pembroke looks good. But I'm pulling for Dublin."
"Dublin? Come on, mate. Dougherty's looked like shite the past few games. Not a chance. I'm putting my money on Leeds." SLAP. "Stop that! Oh - Look - isn't that Dougherty there?"
"Where?" She turns quickly and 00Kevin tries to run off. She grabs his hair again and slaps him.
"STOP HITTING ME!"
"OK, fine." She releases the cuffs, grabs both his wrists and makes him slap his own face. "Stop hitting yourself, stop hitting yourself. Why are you hitting yourself? Are you crazy, hitting yourself like that? Stop hitting yourself."
"KNOCK IT OFF! This is inhumane." She puts the cuffs back on him and throws him to the ground. She places her finger an inch from his face and twirls it in circles. "I'm not touching you, I'm not touching you, I'm not touching you." SLAP. "Ooops, I touched you. My bad." Agent 00774 checks her watch and realizes that the cricket game begins shortly. "Listen oh-ten - "
"Don't call me that."
"You stay right here. I'll be back in a bit. Don't move." She reaches into the back ohis pants and pulls his underwear mid way up his back. "OOOOHHHH!!!! NICE!!! Sick wedgie there, oh ten."
"Don't call me that."
Agent 00774 drags her foot over 00Kevin as she walks toward the park where the game is about to begin. 00Kevin squirms down the alley, all the while swearing his revenge on MI6, MI8 and Agent 00774.