Chapter One: Foggy Ambush
The bells of Big Ben rang in the darkness. The fog only added to the screen that covered London at fifth teen minutes after two in the morning. The road was barely visible in the headlights of the Aston Martin DB5. The day was still young, but the fog kept those out in the bars inside them. But the empty road was prefect for driving the thoroughbred that was James Bond's DB.
Bond had been awakened at three and ordered to report immediately to Mi6 headquarters at Vaxhuall Cross by his boss, M. Bond was accustomed to the late night – early morning calls to report to Mi6. Bond's mind always wondered why he had been called up at the hours he was and this time was no exception.
Bond's cellular phone rang. Bond reached into the jacket of his suit and pulled it out. He flipped it open and pressed the green button and put it to his ear.
"Hello?" Bond answered quietly as the DB5 came around a small curve.
"James where are you?" It was the voice of Bill Tanner, Mi6's chief of staff and Bond's closet friend at MI6.
Bond was astonished and answered "On the way to report to M." Bond finished the sentence as the DB5 was overtaken by a black Land Rover.
"What? M didn't ask you to report to here. We've just learned of a possible Janus plot on your life." Tanner hurriedly yelled into the phone from his office.
"Janus?" Bond said. Janus was the Russian mafia organization that had been created by Alec Trevelyan, the former 006 who had nearly destroyed London with the GoldenEye EMP satellite. Bond had personally killed Trevelyan at his base in Cuba and it had been assumed that Janus hjad died with him.
"Yes. We've learned of an apparent cell in London that may be plotting an attempt on your life. "Tanner said loudly.
Suddenly, it happened. The black Land Rover's back came open and pulled directly in front of the DB5. A man appeared and pointed an AK-47 at the Bond.
Bond reacted quickly. He ducked as low as he could and reached for the weapons compartment under his seat.
The AK-47 roared to life as bullets smashed the bulletproof windshield, causing loud thuds as they impacted. Bond looked up and saw large white smash marks all over the windshield.
Bond had gotten his hands on the compartment and pushed the metal hooks that held it in and sled it out. The weapons compartment was nothing more than a large metal tray that contained a Walther PPK, a hand grenade and two spare clips for the PPK.
Bond pulled out the PPK and was preparing to lift up when he noticed that the man no longer had an AK-47, but a Stinger missile launcher.
Bond reached over to the edge of the seat and pulled the emergency brake with his right hand and turned the wheel sharply to the left.
The DB5's back tires locked as the DB5 did a spin and traveled across the road, narrowly missing several cars in the process. The astonished shooter did the only thing he knew to do: pull the trigger.
The Stinger smashed into the ground next to the passenger side, leaving a large hole in the pavement. The force of the blast smashed out the windows on the passenger side of the DB5, sending glass flying.
Bond heard the roar of the explosion and felt the glass smash the back of his head as he was still under the top of the dashboard. He soon felt a fluid pouring down his neck and the back of his head. Blood.
Bond didn't have time to look up and see that the DB5 was moments away from hitting a tree and almost 70 miles an hour. Bond felt his body flying forwards before smashing his head on the dashboard and fading into darkness as the sounds of a police siren approached slowly.