The harsh marshlands swept up all signs of life. The cold, damp
wetness immediately created a foggy atmosphere, through which most sensible
people would never dare to trespass. James Bond (or 007), however, was no
ordinary character. Bond was arguably the most famous spy to have ever
lived, and was the most duly recognized agent in Her Majesty's Secret
Service. Having been trained in the British Naval Services, Bond had
graduated to the top of his class, and after a few years, had moved up
through the ranks up to commander status. This of course, was precisely the
time when he was asked to help aid his queen and country, and no mad can
say no to that kind of opportunity. Occasionally, Bond had wished he did.
Through his years of work for MI6, James had worked on numerous top secret
missions where he ended up having to save his own life through his
wittiness, and luck. Yes, those could be two characteristics that could
describe James Bond very well, though one cannot forget charming as well.
Bond somehow had a knack to get sidetracked from his duties when a
beautiful face showed up in the crowd. It could be argued that he was just
doing his job, thus tailing the girl, though one cannot help but think that
it is just James' passion to be near beautiful women at all times.
Nonetheless, Bond had been quickly noticed as the top agent at MI6, and
this was a classification that he wanted to work hard to protect. Now,
however, at age thirty-nine, many of his close friends and even partners
were beginning to think that Bond was just getting too old for the rigorous
work schedule put on him by M. She, of course, was his top superior, though
she had little tolerance for any mistakes, no matter how famous and loved
he was.
These, however, were not the thoughts that were going through James' head at the present time. He had just spent the last hour or so ducking under, and traveling through the cold wetlands of southern Florida. The reason for this was still unapparent to even James himself. Last night, after leaving a benefit dinner party for a good friend of his, Bond had come home to his London flat and had received an urgent message from M, to meet at headquarters. Being the proper and precise agent that he was, Bond immediately re-dressed and drove over to MI6 secret headquarters in his dark blue BMW M5 Sport Coupe. Upon arrival, Bond headed toward his office, but was told by a guard that there had been a terrible accident. Immediately, James' thoughts shifted to his friend and mentor, M, but soon realized she was fine when she strode through the glass white double doors of her office. She motioned for Bond to enter, and then once both parties were seated, she explained the seemingly unexplainable. It had then become apparent that this was more than just his ordinary briefing... TO BE CONTINUED
These, however, were not the thoughts that were going through James' head at the present time. He had just spent the last hour or so ducking under, and traveling through the cold wetlands of southern Florida. The reason for this was still unapparent to even James himself. Last night, after leaving a benefit dinner party for a good friend of his, Bond had come home to his London flat and had received an urgent message from M, to meet at headquarters. Being the proper and precise agent that he was, Bond immediately re-dressed and drove over to MI6 secret headquarters in his dark blue BMW M5 Sport Coupe. Upon arrival, Bond headed toward his office, but was told by a guard that there had been a terrible accident. Immediately, James' thoughts shifted to his friend and mentor, M, but soon realized she was fine when she strode through the glass white double doors of her office. She motioned for Bond to enter, and then once both parties were seated, she explained the seemingly unexplainable. It had then become apparent that this was more than just his ordinary briefing... TO BE CONTINUED