James felt himself now with a heavy weight upon his shoulders but this was soon lifted when he heard a shout from a helicopter.
The local Mexican police force had called it in, the wind spiralling sharply with blades propelling it in the air like knives to butter and he hadn’t felt a relief like this for a while... Too long. He looked up from the speeding carriage and quickly took a hold of the rescue ladder as soon as it was within reaching distance, lifting his foot from the unstable moving floor of the old train and onto the hurdle in the blistering heat that the air provided when still. He then leapt and gripped tightly onto it like a much needed lifeline.
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Looking up to the black aircraft, he saw unfamiliar yet professional entities within. He smiled and dipped his head in an almost respectful thank you. They returned the gesture and spoke,
“Welcome aboard, 007. Shall we get out of here, Senõr?”
James nodded and clambered up the frail ladder before reaching the stable surface that the inside of the helicopter provided. He took a singular moment to look back down below him into the dark canyon before looking back up and hauling himself upwards into the helicopter's main part. He waited aboard, holding onto the support handle as they headed towards the others back at where he had first taken the leap of faith onto the quick steam engine.
Jumping off once he had arrived, he was instantly greeted by Eve by a smack on the shoulder and then a hug out of relief that he was okay but he was smart enough to know that her words would soon bombard him with how much danger he was in by doing what he did and how he could have gotten killed but he didn’t care, he did what was necessary as much as it hurt to fail his own personal objective. He silently sighed before walking towards the car that the Mexican police force also supplied as well as an escort. The job was done and it was now time to go home.
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It was a quiet and oddly peaceful journey back to London but once James arrived and got off the personal jet, he was immediately faced by one of the other M16 operatives who said something that peaked his interests,
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“007, we have new information that some of us only just found... We thought you would have wanted to see it.”
“What is it?”
James responded, turning towards them with a cocked eyebrow,
“It’s Mockingjay’s file... Who she really was before Silva's corruption. It tells everything about her life before everything... We found it in Raoul Silva's hideout when we heard news that she was linked with him, it was stolen from an orphanage... The same one that-“
He was soon cut off.
“That was set on fire.”
James finished off before being confirmed by the nod of the other person.
“Turns out... Silva was the one who set it on fire after all and did it as an experiment... He was always messed up anyway... But it should give you a clue of who she was before she became your enemy. Our enemy.”
James looked at the operative, remembering her face and how it had been morphed to take after him with the bleach blonde hair being a common memory... She used to be someone and he, at this point, didn’t want to miss this chance. He nodded,
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