Welcome back! This is different from my last story- no Amherst in this one. I miss him already… but I saw pictures from another movie, and… yes. This is the result :)

So, this is a different-plot of Die Another Day.

Disclaimers: Nothing much here is mine. The plot is, true, but I'm borrowing Bond and Tan-Sun, and just about everyone else. I'll return them when I'm done. But not Bond. I'm keeping him. :) ahahahahhaha

Alterations: I haven't seen the movie, so, understandably, the plot is very different…. Also, Bond looks like the newest Bond. Who is the hottest. And Tan-Sun Moon looks like Rick Yune who plays Zao, not who he actually is. This is due to a mix-up with 'who's the better-looking actor' and 'who's the easier character to work with'

So, everyone got that? It's about Die Another Day, but the plot is unrecognizable, Bond is there but he looks like the Bond from several movies later, and Tan-Sun looks like Zao but keeps his own family line, which has been changed. Or, I could be totally wrong, and he might look like himself… Got that? (it gets easier, I promise).

EDIT: Due to all the lovely attention this has been getting, I'm going to do my best to finish it. I won't be changing the first six chapters at all, except for the fact that somehow, my scene breaks all disappeared when ff . net changed its editing stuff. Hopefully the scene breaks will be more cohesive now. Also- as Libster-1 pointed out to me, I'm basically blind and can't tell the difference between Mi6 and M16. I will be fixing that in this story at least; hopefully, I'll get around to fixing the others as well; so thanks to Libster-1 for the help on that!

Enjoy!

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Bond couldn't say much about North Korea except that the windows were transparent, and therefore easy to see through. He'd only been there for a little over two weeks, two very infuriating, monotonous weeks, through which all he'd done was crouch by windows and watch the empty tables where they'd been so sure a business transaction was to take place. Nine times out of ten, they were wrong, and the chairs would remain empty all day.

The ringing of his phone gave Bond the excuse he needed to shift away from the window, letting the zoom lens of the camera fall from the window pane. He slid open the phone, leaning back against the bare wall.

"Yes?" The inside of the room was darkening as the sky outside did, shadows crawling across the wooden floor of the fourth-story room. It was empty, save for Bond and a multitude of boxes, all of which contained useless objects, from broken computer equipment and dried-out pens to cracked pictures frames and flattened binders. He knew; he'd gotten bored and had gone sifting through them, hoping for anything of interest. He'd found nothing.

"Has anything happened?" M's voice was taut with frustration. Bond sighed.

"No. Nothing." He tried-failed- to keep the irritation in his voice to a clipped minimum. Spending two weeks in dusty rooms watching nonexistent meetings was not something he enjoyed. He would have rather gone searching for the meeting schedule himself, than act on suspicions that were mostly the work of guessing.

"Keep watching. We're certain there's a transaction to take place today." As you said the last forty-seven times, Bond thought, but said nothing, merely bid her goodbye and took up his place by the window again.

This time, however, his hour of surveillance paid off. While he watched, two men sat at the table, taking out files and paperwork. Bond snapped of rounds of photos; although the documents themselves were difficult to see, he knew MI6 would be able to identify the two men.

Sure enough, after he'd returned to his hotel room and hour later, M called him with names. "I've emailed you the pictures" M was saying, as he opened the laptop sitting on the desk with one hand, "all we can tell about the contracts that were being signed was that they're related to a diamond mine."

"I see." Bond opened the picture files. "Who were they?"

"The buyer was the owner of a large business. Very wealthy." Bond clicked to the next picture. "And the seller was Colonel Moon, the son of the General. Tan-Sun Moon."

"Interesting" Bond murmured, staring down at the picture. "So I supposed I'm to follow him, is that it?"

"Exactly. Will you?" The question was merely a formality. M wanted him to. He would.

"My pleasure."

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Several days later, Bond was glancing over a wine list and finding it not to his taste. This in and of itself was not surprising; Bond didn't care much for wine in general. Every now and then, he would glance up to watch Tan-Sun, who was talking to another customer, then would look back down at his phone, which remained disappointingly dark for another fifteen minutes. When the screen lit up with an incoming call, Bond snatched it up instantly.

"The schedule?" he demanded immediately. He heard M's almost inaudible sigh at his impatience.

"We know where it is." Across the way, Tan-Sun had taken out his phone and was checking the time, before slipping it back into an inside pocket of his jacket.

"And?" Bond pressed. Another sigh. Her exasperation was beginning to annoy him.

"An employee was forced to disclose the location." She said slowly. "And it's in Moon's phone."

"His phone." An object more difficult to steal could not have been found, Bond thought with disdain.

"We know why they're selling diamonds."

"I have long since ceased to ask why you don't phone me immediately with such information-" before he could protest that there hadn't been the time, M continued, "yes?"

"The buyers are all sympathizers with a group that is, by all rights, a terrorist group, bent on reuniting Korea by way of taking over the South. All money for the diamonds is given to the general, who passes it to the group, so the men can fund the terrorists, risk-free. Control of the diamond mine was wrest from the original owner, by General Moon, the colonel's father. By force." Both were silent for a few seconds. Bond heard a few clicks from a computer.

"The money is adding up fairly rapidly." M remarked finally. "We can't find the schedule anywhere else. If we could stop some of the meetings, we'd have more time to work with…it's already been three weeks, and we've made no headway" another weighted silence. "If they sell much more, the organization will by fully equipped to begin their takeover."

After M had hung up, Bond continued to watch Moon, pondering how to get his hands on the phone that held the schedule. But all his options were noisy and violent. The colonel was, as Bond had come to notice, handsome enough that Bond would feel a slight twinge of regret should it come to putting a bullet in him. Well, Bond thought, he supposed he'd get over it. The world could afford to lose the man with the gentle features, the inquisitive near-black eyes, the black hair that was almost spiked in the front and must have felt soft to the touch, the long, restless fingers and the confident posture. Appearance was all Bond knew about him- another tidbit of information he'd gained was that while the windows hid nothing from him, Tan-Sun was quite the opposite. Anything beyond that which was asthetically pleasing was unknown to Bond. But if it came down to it, Bond wouldn't let himself hesitate over pulling the trigger. It would be no great tragedy, especially if he wouldn't be missed. Certainly, the world would not mourn the loss.

All things considered, however, the agent with the overdeveloped trigger finger started thinking of any other way to achieve the goal.

After a while, it wasn't his mind's creativity that scared him… it was his own willingness to go through with the increasingly questionable methods.

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Hope everyone enjoyed that… sorry if it was a little short and lackluster, setting up intricate political schemes isn't a strength of mine :P

Review, please!

Love Wild-sunshine