A/N: Oooh yeah, a Bond fic, this is what you've all been waiting for. First chapter written by Ian.
Bond crouched in the shadows in wait. Beside him, his trusty partner 009 sat silently, staring through the scope of his sniper rifle. Bond glanced over his shoulder then gave 009 the command to fire. With stunning accuracy, the bullet sliced through the night air, and caught the single security guard in the throat.
"Good work." Bond whispered in his ear as he quickly dismantled the gun.
"No sweat." 009 replied coolly, drawing himself into a crouch.
Bond removed his Walther PPK from its harness, and attached the silencer. Together, they scaled the fence, and dropped down into the realm of the secret base. Bond ran over to the security guard, and quickly relieved him of his security card and weapon. "Here, take this," Bond said, tossing a hand grenade to 009.
He placed it in a pouch in his jacket, and proceeded to the door. After Bond swiped the card, 009 gently pushed the door open and entered the dimly lit hallway. He glanced around and checked his surroundings. The hallway was a single corridor that took a right hand turn about 100 meters away. The soft clink of metal boots could be heard from somewhere in the building. The two agents stealthily proceeded down the hallway until they reached the corner.
Suddenly, a guard rounded the corner, bumping into Bond. The guard let out a yelp like that of a wounded dog as 007 unloaded two rounds into his abdomen. Thinking quickly, 009 removed the pin from the grenade and rolled it down the hallway, where the rapid clink of many boots could now be heard accompanying the distinctive click of assault rifles being loaded. "Let's get out of here," 009 whispered to his partner. Bond agreed with a nod of his head, and they took off toward the exit. The grenade went off just as they made it through the door, shaking the entire facility.
* * *
"And what the hell did you call that?!" M demanded of them. 009 glanced sidelong at his former partner, who seemed to be taking much of the heat for the flop on their last assignment in Russia. "I expect better from you 007," she said with a scowl on her face. "As for you 009, I have a special assignment for you to clean your record on."
"Will I be working with a partner?" he inquired.
"I highly doubt it after what happened in Russia. You are dismissed 009. I shall brief you on your next mission tomorrow. As for you 007…"
* * *
Once he was alone in his office, 009 took off his shoes and put his feet up on his desk. He paged his secretary, Penelope Smallbush to see if anyone had left him a message. Penelope was once an understudy of Ms. Moneypenny, the secretary of 007, but she had graduated from that role, and been given a spot in his office.
"Has anyone left me a message Penelope?"
"No sir," rang the reply over the intercom, "anything I can do for you?"
"I could go for a long drive along the coast, do I have anything to do today?"
"No sir."
"Thank you Ms. Smallbush."
"You're welcome, sir."
* * *
"Hello Q, how are things?"
"Ah, hello 009, not too good. It seems James has lost another important piece of equipment."
"That is to be expected Q. Say, do you happen to have a Vanquish sitting around?"
"As a matter of fact, I do, but I want this one returned. You are not James Bond. Remember that."
"I know Q, thanks a lot."
"You're welcome Ian. Try not to get caught."
* * *
Ian rolled down the windows of the Aston Martin V12 Vanquish, and cranked the ignition. The 5.9 Liter engine roared to life. A grin crept across his face as he shifted up through the gears and shot away from MI6. The brisk ocean breeze swept through his car as it rocketed along the coastline. Ian up-shifted to sixth gear and the car let out a roar as it shot down the coast at over 150 miles per hour. Ian through back his head and let out a laugh.
A/N: Hope you people out there in collab land enjoy this one.
Bond crouched in the shadows in wait. Beside him, his trusty partner 009 sat silently, staring through the scope of his sniper rifle. Bond glanced over his shoulder then gave 009 the command to fire. With stunning accuracy, the bullet sliced through the night air, and caught the single security guard in the throat.
"Good work." Bond whispered in his ear as he quickly dismantled the gun.
"No sweat." 009 replied coolly, drawing himself into a crouch.
Bond removed his Walther PPK from its harness, and attached the silencer. Together, they scaled the fence, and dropped down into the realm of the secret base. Bond ran over to the security guard, and quickly relieved him of his security card and weapon. "Here, take this," Bond said, tossing a hand grenade to 009.
He placed it in a pouch in his jacket, and proceeded to the door. After Bond swiped the card, 009 gently pushed the door open and entered the dimly lit hallway. He glanced around and checked his surroundings. The hallway was a single corridor that took a right hand turn about 100 meters away. The soft clink of metal boots could be heard from somewhere in the building. The two agents stealthily proceeded down the hallway until they reached the corner.
Suddenly, a guard rounded the corner, bumping into Bond. The guard let out a yelp like that of a wounded dog as 007 unloaded two rounds into his abdomen. Thinking quickly, 009 removed the pin from the grenade and rolled it down the hallway, where the rapid clink of many boots could now be heard accompanying the distinctive click of assault rifles being loaded. "Let's get out of here," 009 whispered to his partner. Bond agreed with a nod of his head, and they took off toward the exit. The grenade went off just as they made it through the door, shaking the entire facility.
* * *
"And what the hell did you call that?!" M demanded of them. 009 glanced sidelong at his former partner, who seemed to be taking much of the heat for the flop on their last assignment in Russia. "I expect better from you 007," she said with a scowl on her face. "As for you 009, I have a special assignment for you to clean your record on."
"Will I be working with a partner?" he inquired.
"I highly doubt it after what happened in Russia. You are dismissed 009. I shall brief you on your next mission tomorrow. As for you 007…"
* * *
Once he was alone in his office, 009 took off his shoes and put his feet up on his desk. He paged his secretary, Penelope Smallbush to see if anyone had left him a message. Penelope was once an understudy of Ms. Moneypenny, the secretary of 007, but she had graduated from that role, and been given a spot in his office.
"Has anyone left me a message Penelope?"
"No sir," rang the reply over the intercom, "anything I can do for you?"
"I could go for a long drive along the coast, do I have anything to do today?"
"No sir."
"Thank you Ms. Smallbush."
"You're welcome, sir."
* * *
"Hello Q, how are things?"
"Ah, hello 009, not too good. It seems James has lost another important piece of equipment."
"That is to be expected Q. Say, do you happen to have a Vanquish sitting around?"
"As a matter of fact, I do, but I want this one returned. You are not James Bond. Remember that."
"I know Q, thanks a lot."
"You're welcome Ian. Try not to get caught."
* * *
Ian rolled down the windows of the Aston Martin V12 Vanquish, and cranked the ignition. The 5.9 Liter engine roared to life. A grin crept across his face as he shifted up through the gears and shot away from MI6. The brisk ocean breeze swept through his car as it rocketed along the coastline. Ian up-shifted to sixth gear and the car let out a roar as it shot down the coast at over 150 miles per hour. Ian through back his head and let out a laugh.
A/N: Hope you people out there in collab land enjoy this one.