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A/N – Thought I'd try something new here; I searched for a crossover of this type but didn't find anything. This is sort of a preface so sorry if it's a bit short.

Live Once Live Again

Preface

2017

The single bedroom apartment in upper London, inhabited by a single young man, not what you would expect for someone like him, But then again he wasn't average by any means.

These reasons were why Nerv Section 2 had traveled all the way to Great Britain from Tokyo 3.

The agent slipped in silently, not a sound was made as he unlatched the door and opened it. All he had to do was place 3 listening devices into the apartment so Nerv could keep tabs on its single occupant. He entered the hall leading to the main room and stopped, he thought he heard a noise, impossible he had waited until he had seen the young man leave. And even if he had returned his partner was standing watch.

So he was naturally surprised as a pair of arms wrapped around his neck.

He struggled for just a moment, his vision tunneled as oxygen was deprived to his brain. Just as he fainted the person dropped him. The section 2 agent dropped to the floor unconscious. Just then the door leading to the Veranda at the back of the flat opened. The young man who owned the flat entered with a Walther P22 in hand. He quickly cleared the remainder of the rooms as the man in the front room watched. He was no threat to the young man, they were colleagues after all.

After he was finished the young man returned his gun to its place in his shoulder holster and walked into the main room of his flat and switched on a table lamp. He sat in one of the 2 chairs on either side of the small table on which the lamp sat and looked up to the man still standing in his doorway. 2 more men entered and wordlessly picked up the Section 2 agent and placed him in an unmarked van to be taken to interrogation, his partner was dead.

"I see you still haven't lost your touch"

"I aim to please, any idea why Nerv is sending its agents after you"

"Do you really have to ask?"

"No, but it's helpful"

The young man shook his head.

"You never change do you 007"

The older man, one James Bond, shook his head and let out a small laugh.

"In the year you've been active with MI6 you haven't either. You'll need to make a report to M in the morning; she'll expect you at 9AM sharp"

The young man sat back in his chair as 007 turned to leave.

"I'll see you in the morning 007"

"Good evening 009"

The 17 year old MI6 agent sat back and though of how things had come to where they were now.

Following the death of his mother his father had turned him over to one of his workers, apparently wanting nothing more to do with him. He and his new guardian then moved back to his home nation of Great Britain and after his new Guardian had been killed in a simple car crash, he was remanded into the custody of the British Government. Where, like his friend 007, he was picked out to become a Double 0 agent. At 14 his training was quick and intensive but it gave him something he needed, a sense of worth, a sense of being needed. Something he had never had before then.

He pulled his gun from its holster under his left arm and looked at it. The Walther P22, gunmetal black on the slide and gunmetal green on the rest, wasn't exactly a pistol the rest of MI6 would approve of him using under normal circumstances. But his young age and small frame made anything bigger impractically cumbersome. The jacketed hollow point rounds he used would help some, but not much. Still he liked the gun, it was useable and when fixed with a silencer was quiet.

He had been declared a prodigy by his trainers and had been rushed into service as a full agent, his skill equaling an experienced agent.

Over the past years since Second Impact large scale military forces were rendered obsolete by the UN Armed Forces, so many countries improved their intelligence divisions, Great Britain was no different. MI6 was larger, Q branch had been expanded, and over all they had stepped up operations. He had gone on 2 assignments by himself and was met with wild success. Even earning the respect of the other 00 Agents and a few of the CIA agents he had worked with.

He placed his gun back into the holster, locked the door and headed to his room to sleep.

Little did he know that tomorrow would begin his most awesome assignment.

A/N Thats right! its a James Bond crossover, and i'm going to be serious about this, not a spoof. This is the Pierce Brosnan James Bond, i.e Goldeneye, Tomorrow Never Dies.

Let me know what you think.