Chapter 1:Starring death in the face
"Mr. Bond you have 5 minutes to come and save your beloved… Vesper,". A Muslim man known as Allah Jr.(Al) spoken in a hurried voice. Beside the hurried it was full of pleasure. James was now leaving the TV and entering the abandon warehouse in Chelsea, London, England. He had his silencer already and so now he was ready to aim and kill his guy. How about them 72 virgins now? He thought despised nowhere near in disguise. He had now climbed unto the stairs that lead up to the second floor. A cry of hurt filled the air and he quickly pointed his gun in that direction. He knew minutes had already passed but he couldn't be sure how many. Anger was building in throat, ready to yell and kill the man who kidnapped his beloved Vesper.
" 1 minute," Al called out. James crept unto another flight of stairs and kept his gun at the ready.
"30 seconds," James was now running on the stairs and then he finally landed on the floor of the videotaping. He ran towards a light down at the end of the hall. Screaming and yelling and starting to shoot in between the glass in the door and the man called Al was standing with his stupid self strapped to his chest were fifty Russian grenades and beside him were his stupid henchmen with AK-47 assault rifles at low point. When James started shooting, the men did not move for the last thing James knew was that he had gotten Vesper and were running down the hallway and then a boom.
BOOM!
BOOM!
BOOM!
BOOM!
BOOM!
If Vesper Lynd and James Bond made it out of the building alive they went into hiding and never again was James Bond 007 or Ms. Vesper Lynd ever seen again alive.
(A/N: How was that for a short story? I had an idea but I didn't feel like keeping it up so maybe I'll have another story to pertain to this little segment. Feel free to leave a review or mail me. Thanks for reading!)