No Good about Goodbye
C.J. Darley
Time to Get Out
On a day like this Italy was quite possibly the most beautiful country in the world, the man at the wheel of the Bentley Continental GT Speed seemed to think so and wished he had more time to enjoy it but the bullets bouncing off the body work dictated otherwise.
The man engaged sport mode and floored the Bentley out of a right hander and into a tunnel where a road crew were doing construction on one side . The men behind him all driving black BMW M5's formed an almost perfect line behind him each with a man leaning out of the passenger window to take shots at the continental.
The man in the Bentley changed direction again not only to avoid road works but other driver's as well, the men in the BMW's struggled to keep up. One of them had hit a bulldozer but there were still two of them behind him.
On a straight stretch of road the man fired off a few rounds form his silenced UMP-45 hitting an M5 in the front right hand tire as well as firing at least half a magazine into the engine bay which caused the black M5 to crash through a barrier into lake Garda ,the man smiled.
The last M5 was more difficult to dispatch as the man behind the wheel clearly knew what he was doing, luckily for the man in the Bentley the driver of the m5 failed to see an Alfa Romeo Mito pull out on him and he went straight into the side of it. Killing the driver, the M5 was at least 10 years old so it should have been safe enough but the driver had hit the Alfa at least 80mph, not much chance of surviving that, whatever you drive.
The rest of the drive was uneventful. The man only spoke to address the man tied up in the boot . Mr White .the man responsible for saving bond from certain death at the hands of le chifre but had also killed the love of his life Vesper. Bond wanted answers before he decided what to do with him.
'Not your usual drive in the country, eh Mr White?'
The man didn't hear Mr White's response but it sounded a bit like 'fuck you'.
When the man arrived at the safe house in the centre of sienna, he tossed the UMP onto the passenger seat adjusted his cufflinks walked around the car and opened the boot.
The dark blue Bentley was now two tone. Dark blue and gunfire. 'Q's not going to like this' he quipped and allowed himself a smirk, his first in what felt like years.
The man in the boot looked bewildered and attempted to speak several times but nothing materialised.
James bond simply said 'it's time to get out'