"So. It's been a long time." the man said.
"Yes, it has. Been a nice break though." the other said. He was seated in a tall, light-colored wicker chair, heavily tied up to it. "Although, it's not like right now. With you having me tied up. Always seems to end like this, doesn't it? Me and you?"
"Yes. And it seems to me as if you're married now, am I right?" He had taken note of the ring on the his finger."
"Oh. No, it was a gift. From the Queen, actually. For my service to the country." As he spoke, he pressed down on the diamond embedded into the ring, which emitted a laser that cut into the rope tying him up.
"Well, then I hope she's present at your funeral, Mr. Bond." He struck Bond across the face with his pistol. "Tell me, Bond. Since when does the Queen give laser rings to people?"
"Well. You always were the smart one, Kostopoulos. The answer to that would be: She doesn't." And with that, he broke out of the ropes, and kicked him in the face. As he got up from the chair, he grabbed the pistol that was taken from him.
Kostopoulos got up, and started shooting at Bond, who retaliated with a few shots of his own. While he was making his escape, he found a tank of natural gas near him, but he knew that he could not shoot it from where he was without killing himself. He ran to the ladder down the aisle of machinery he was in. was climbing up, Kostopoulos shot at him again. Bond stopped and was able to make a hit on him in the shoulder, and Kostopoulos dropped his weapon, and grabbed where he had been wounded.
"Well, that should give me some time." He continued to climb the ladder. He opened the hatch at the top, and crawled out onto the roof. Bond walked across the top of the building, looking out at the city below him. The night-time lights of Berlin were a nice sight, much better than it was during the Cold War. He pulled open the skylight on top of the factory, where he could see the natural gas tank down on the floor. He took out a grenade, primed it, and tossed it down onto the tank. He had little time to escape, though, so he ran as fast as he could, and jumped across the street to the building facing the factory. Just as he made it across the roadway beneath him and landed on the building, the grenade went off, causing the natural gas in the tank to explode. This explosion was big enough to blow up the entire factory, and damage the building Bond was on.
Bond ran across the building as it was collapsing, onto the next one. The collapsing building was a fireworks storage facility, though, and the building's collapse, along with the heat and fireball from the factory explosion, caused all the fireworks to go off, lighting up the buildings nearby, and causing them to start collapsing. He was now in a race against time to get to a safe building far away enough to have no danger of collapsing. He ran over three rooftops, and reached the fourth one, which was the last one on the block. The buildings across the streets were taller than the one he was on, as was the other neighboring building. He had two more bullets left in his gun. With the first one, he shot the window of the adjoining tower, and kicked the glass in.
He went into the room, and headed towards the stairs. The door leading to the stairwell was locked, however. With his last bullet, he shot the lock on the door, and ran down the stairs to the ground floor. The door there was locked too, so he smashed the window with the gun handle, and reached through the window to open the door from the outside. As he walked through the lobby, he could hear the police sirens rushing towards the burning factory. He walked out through the front door of the tower, and got into the car parked in the front.
"A bit more fire than I expected to happen." Bond said to Moneypenny, who was driving the car.
"I'd say a lot more fire." She replied.