Disclaimer: I do own Timesplitters2 and am an avid fan of the Bond movies.
Since I can't find any of them right now I'm gonna apologize for all
possible inaccuracies on my part, so spare me the hate mail.
"How long would you say we've got sir?" the weary sentinel asked from his post by the blast door. Sergent Cortez glanced up at him from where he had been programming the time portal.
"There's only one more crystal to retrieve. Stay sharp." and with that he he leapt through the air towards the portal and was gone.
Cortez hit the ground with a dull thud and rolled into a low crouch, weapon drawn. He was in an abandoned warehouse, from all appearances. He glanced at the gun in his hand. Uzi. He leapt up and cautiously poked his head around the crate he was hiding behind. No one. Slowly he moved toward the exit doors, checking his back and sides frequently.
Outside was also abandoned. More crates littered the dock, but no boats were parked to recieve them. The sudden wine of engines made him jump. He hurled himself behind a crate just as a lone motorcycle went by, followed by several black sedans with gunners hanging out the windows. Cortez waited for them to pass. Who could be worth all the effort to kill? he wondered. Must be pretty good to take on that many men alone though..........Cortezt stepped from his place behind the crate and took aim at the rear car. It's wheels exploded and it skidded into the sea, its occupants trying to jump out the windows in a futile attempt to save themselves.
The motorcyclist, in the mean time, had led his remaining pursuers through a maze of crates and concrete barriers. Two of them had crashed, but the remaing three were blocking all the exits.
Cortez crept up on the car nearest to him and raked its passengers with led. So intense was the barrage that the sreaming only lasted for a split second, then was gone.
Bond cocked his ear. Gunfire. Someone else was here, but not for him. He shrugged mentally and accelerated towards one of the exits.
"Bloody hell!" he muttered when he saw the car. Its occupants, however, did not move at his appearance. He brought his frontwheel up and used the car as a ramp to fly out of the maze. Jut before he went over he caught a glimpse of the bloodied corpses in the vehicle. Their heads had been severed by the stream of bullets entering the car.
Cortez scowled as he crept towards the second car. Bastards were on their guard now. he searched in his pocket and found what he wanted, a grenade. Winding his arm up like a baseball pitcher, face screwed up in concentration, Cortez hurled the grenade straight at the unaware sentry. Almost in slow motion, the guard turned, alerted by the wind whistling over the explosives body, and with a cry ducked. The grenade went straight through the windshield and a fireball lit the day for a moment, blinding those who saw it.
KA-BOOM. Bond ground to halt and turned to looked behind him to where the remains of one of the cars was burning. Someone else was good.
The last car accelerated after him. Bond turned towards a narrow pipe and zoomed towards it, curving low to the ground at the last minute and driving back past the car, shooting the driver as he went by. With a crash the car slammed into the pipe, sending shards of glass and metal every which way. Bond slowed again, looking for whoever had killed everyone else.
Cortez crouched on top of a concrete wall, watching the biker look for him. Out of his pocket Cortez pulled his temporal uplink. The crystal was somewhere north of him, about 500 miles. He groaned. He glanced up, saw the biker was gone, and quietly dropped to the ground.
Bond stowed the bike in small sewer like tunnel, than drew his P99 and crouched low, weaving his way through the crates and concrete, searching for the killer. He saw a flash of motion at the top of a wall. He looked around, found a way through. Cautiously he went, gun first. Nothing.
Cortez glanced over his shoulder. Sounded like walking on gravel. Quickly he slipped into a hole in one of the boxes and waited.
Bond was about to scope out a corridor in the maze when he felt a gun at the back of his.
"Who are you?" asked a rough voice.
"I'm asking you the same question." said Bond, turning his body slightly and slamming his foot into the mans groin.
Cortez howled as the brit attempted to smash his genitles, then slammed him into a stone wall. He heard the breath rush from his opponents body.
"So who are you?" he growled over their labored breathing.
"Bond. James Bond." the brit looked at him expectantly.
"Never heard of ya. I'm Sergent Cortez." responded Corez.
"You fought very well back there. You have my thanks."
Cortez shrugged.
"Are you with the CIA?" Bond asked.
"No. I'm not with any of your government agencies."
Bond kept his cool exterior, but his mind went into overdrive. Who would want him kept alive besides MI6 and their international counterparts? Unconsciously he lowered himself into a fighting stance.
"I'm here to retrieve something that was stolen from my employers." said Cortez. "I need transportation and weapons. Can you help?"
Bond looked at him quizzically. It sounded like a well rehearsed lie, but if he could just recruit him for this mission......
"I might be able to help," said Bond. "But I need you to help me out in return. MI6 is searching for a secret base of a rogue Korean general with nuclear capabilities. Help me eliminate him and I will talk to MI6 about helping you."
"Alright." said Cortez in his usual growly voice.
There was a silence.
"Do you know where you are going?" asked Bond after a moment.
"Yeah. It's about 500 miles north of here." replied Cortez. Bond arched an eyebrow.
"Really? We believe this generals base to also be in that area."
"What I'm looking for is probably in the base. They usually use the defences of others."
"Who?" asked Bond.
"The thieves." was all Cortez would say.
"How long would you say we've got sir?" the weary sentinel asked from his post by the blast door. Sergent Cortez glanced up at him from where he had been programming the time portal.
"There's only one more crystal to retrieve. Stay sharp." and with that he he leapt through the air towards the portal and was gone.
Cortez hit the ground with a dull thud and rolled into a low crouch, weapon drawn. He was in an abandoned warehouse, from all appearances. He glanced at the gun in his hand. Uzi. He leapt up and cautiously poked his head around the crate he was hiding behind. No one. Slowly he moved toward the exit doors, checking his back and sides frequently.
Outside was also abandoned. More crates littered the dock, but no boats were parked to recieve them. The sudden wine of engines made him jump. He hurled himself behind a crate just as a lone motorcycle went by, followed by several black sedans with gunners hanging out the windows. Cortez waited for them to pass. Who could be worth all the effort to kill? he wondered. Must be pretty good to take on that many men alone though..........Cortezt stepped from his place behind the crate and took aim at the rear car. It's wheels exploded and it skidded into the sea, its occupants trying to jump out the windows in a futile attempt to save themselves.
The motorcyclist, in the mean time, had led his remaining pursuers through a maze of crates and concrete barriers. Two of them had crashed, but the remaing three were blocking all the exits.
Cortez crept up on the car nearest to him and raked its passengers with led. So intense was the barrage that the sreaming only lasted for a split second, then was gone.
Bond cocked his ear. Gunfire. Someone else was here, but not for him. He shrugged mentally and accelerated towards one of the exits.
"Bloody hell!" he muttered when he saw the car. Its occupants, however, did not move at his appearance. He brought his frontwheel up and used the car as a ramp to fly out of the maze. Jut before he went over he caught a glimpse of the bloodied corpses in the vehicle. Their heads had been severed by the stream of bullets entering the car.
Cortez scowled as he crept towards the second car. Bastards were on their guard now. he searched in his pocket and found what he wanted, a grenade. Winding his arm up like a baseball pitcher, face screwed up in concentration, Cortez hurled the grenade straight at the unaware sentry. Almost in slow motion, the guard turned, alerted by the wind whistling over the explosives body, and with a cry ducked. The grenade went straight through the windshield and a fireball lit the day for a moment, blinding those who saw it.
KA-BOOM. Bond ground to halt and turned to looked behind him to where the remains of one of the cars was burning. Someone else was good.
The last car accelerated after him. Bond turned towards a narrow pipe and zoomed towards it, curving low to the ground at the last minute and driving back past the car, shooting the driver as he went by. With a crash the car slammed into the pipe, sending shards of glass and metal every which way. Bond slowed again, looking for whoever had killed everyone else.
Cortez crouched on top of a concrete wall, watching the biker look for him. Out of his pocket Cortez pulled his temporal uplink. The crystal was somewhere north of him, about 500 miles. He groaned. He glanced up, saw the biker was gone, and quietly dropped to the ground.
Bond stowed the bike in small sewer like tunnel, than drew his P99 and crouched low, weaving his way through the crates and concrete, searching for the killer. He saw a flash of motion at the top of a wall. He looked around, found a way through. Cautiously he went, gun first. Nothing.
Cortez glanced over his shoulder. Sounded like walking on gravel. Quickly he slipped into a hole in one of the boxes and waited.
Bond was about to scope out a corridor in the maze when he felt a gun at the back of his.
"Who are you?" asked a rough voice.
"I'm asking you the same question." said Bond, turning his body slightly and slamming his foot into the mans groin.
Cortez howled as the brit attempted to smash his genitles, then slammed him into a stone wall. He heard the breath rush from his opponents body.
"So who are you?" he growled over their labored breathing.
"Bond. James Bond." the brit looked at him expectantly.
"Never heard of ya. I'm Sergent Cortez." responded Corez.
"You fought very well back there. You have my thanks."
Cortez shrugged.
"Are you with the CIA?" Bond asked.
"No. I'm not with any of your government agencies."
Bond kept his cool exterior, but his mind went into overdrive. Who would want him kept alive besides MI6 and their international counterparts? Unconsciously he lowered himself into a fighting stance.
"I'm here to retrieve something that was stolen from my employers." said Cortez. "I need transportation and weapons. Can you help?"
Bond looked at him quizzically. It sounded like a well rehearsed lie, but if he could just recruit him for this mission......
"I might be able to help," said Bond. "But I need you to help me out in return. MI6 is searching for a secret base of a rogue Korean general with nuclear capabilities. Help me eliminate him and I will talk to MI6 about helping you."
"Alright." said Cortez in his usual growly voice.
There was a silence.
"Do you know where you are going?" asked Bond after a moment.
"Yeah. It's about 500 miles north of here." replied Cortez. Bond arched an eyebrow.
"Really? We believe this generals base to also be in that area."
"What I'm looking for is probably in the base. They usually use the defences of others."
"Who?" asked Bond.
"The thieves." was all Cortez would say.