Hawke rounded the corner as the tires screeched and the engine roared. Dixon Cider's henchman continued shooting at Hawke's car but the bullet proof construction did its job. Finally Hawke saw an opening and rammed the henchman's car at an angle. It spiraled out of control and careened into a lingerie shop before coming to a stop.

As the henchman crawled out of the doors Hawke aimed a gun at the underling and shot him in the head. His boss glanced over horrified and tried to reach for his gun but with another bullet his hand had a gaping hole that soon squirted blood.

He looked up in terror as Hawke stood over him.

"Who are you?" he tried screamed as Hawke stepped on his bloody hand.

"Hawke, Janice Hawke. Double O-4." Hawke replied. She bent down and pushed the gun into the henchman's eye. "Now tell me, where is Bond?"

The henchman turned his head and glanced over at the rear of the car. Hawke glanced over and opened her other hand. It took a moment for the henchman to understand but he eventually handed her the keys. Hawke stood up and slowly walked over to the rear of the car, terrified at what she might find. Pressing the key-fob the trunk popped open to reveal the body James Bond, unglamorously stuffed inside with bullet hole in his head.

For a brief moment Hawke's cold demeanor broke. Bond taught her everything he knew and he was the best agent MI6 ever had. If Cider could kill him then he could kill anyone. The rage inside Hawke exploded and she made the conscious choice to kill Dixon Cider with or without the blessing of MI6.

Hawke gently lowered the drunk and glanced at the henchman, putting a bullet in his head despite his pleas.

(may expand if there is interest)