Darkness seeped away as a hint of light replaced it slowly. Alice had finally regained her consciousness. She blinked away the weight over her eyes. Squinting her eyes in an effort to focus on the things before her. She saw a round ceiling lamp. A spider was busy weaving its web beside the light.  

Where is this?

She struggled to sit up. A brief observation of her surroundings had revealed that this was a windowless basement. She was placed atop a bed with nothing to clothe her body. 

There was no one else inside the basement except for her. The overwhelming silence was suffocating. Alice willed herself to jog through the events prior to her unconsciousness. Yet, she could not figure out why a bunch of hired extras would want to attack her. Based on James’s plan, she should be at the best hotel in Las Vegas in the company of her beloved James with some champagne and a night of pleasure. Subsequently, James would bring her along to England the very next day and turn her into the next Bond girl. So why on earth was she stuck in a lonely basement in her birthday suit? 

Two minutes later, Alice got off...