James Bond 007: Brothers of the Blood

Chapter 1

"Payment is Overdue"

            In the home of Auther Penington the III, one of the wealthiest man in England, works on his computer in his hometown in Hartford.  In the other room, his kids and his wife, Samantha was watching the TV, preference a rerun of The Benny Hill Show.  It seems like a quiet evening as Mr. Penington was typing some figures in his computer.  But at his unknowingly, he was being stalk.  Suddenly a large rock crashed through one of his windows, as he looked up terrified.  Then four figures dressed in black cloaks with dark red capes and black see-through masks, like the ones you see a Halloween shop, appeared out of no where.

            "W-What do you want?" he asked scarcely as he reached in his drawer for his gun.  One of the figures went to his door, locking it as Mr. Penington raised his gun slowly up above his desk aiming at them.  "Y-You better get out of here, or I'll shoot," he ordered.

             They all uncloaked their machine guns from their capes as one of them said in a Scottish accent, "Mr. Penington?  Ye payment is overdue.  This is ye penalty."

            The capped figures then started firing at him for a couple seconds then disappeared out the window.  The dead Mr. Penington dropped his gun on the floor and sat motionlessly in his chair as his blood stained on his light-blue shirt.   When his wife finally opened the door, she screamed, as she was terrified at what she saw.  She couldn't believe it; she won't believe it.  Her husband was dead and the only thing she could do is scream.

            The next day at the same location, Scotland Yard has surveyed the area.  "I'm sorry ma'am," Chief Heningson of Scotland Yard, trying to comfort Mr. Penington's widowed wife, "Mr. Penington didn't deserve this." 

            "I know he didn't," she replied trying to hold back her tears.  The paramedics then wheeled the body on to the ambulance from the mansion door as Ms. Penington attended to her children.  She didn't know how her children would react to this tragedy, but she hoped they wouldn't be like her.

            "It going to hard on her children," Sargent Ghent remarked, "Who would do this to him?"

            "Sargent, I wish I knew," he replied.

            Back behind the police ropes stood two men, one was James Bond, the international spy for the secret service.  The other was his dear friend and Mr. Penington's younger brother, Michael Penington.  Michael was about the same height and age as James, but has brown hair and eyes to match.

            "I'm sorry about your brother Michael," Bond said comforting him.

            "I just wish I knew who would kill him," he wondered.

            "Don't worry, I think the police is handling the situation," Bond replied as Samantha came over and hugged Michael.

            "It'll be fine Samantha," Michael said, "Samantha, this is my old collage friend."

            They shook hand as the secret agent greeted, "Bond, James Bond."

            "Hello Mr. Bond," she said, "Samantha Penington."

            "I know," Bond replied, "Michael told me all about you."

            "Oh did he?" she said as her golden brown hair flowed in the wind.

            "I am truly sorry about your husband," Bond comfort, "If you need anything."

            "Its-it ok," she turned to the ambulance as she saw it about to leave, " I better go with them."  James nodded to her, "It was nice meeting you."  She got in the ambulance and it drove way.

            Bond then turned to his friend, "Don't worry Michael, we'll find out who did this."

            "Thank you James," he said as the two children came to him, "You are a true good friend."