Prologue

James Bond stood above his victim who had just died from a shot to the chest.

" Is he dead now? You need to make sure he's dead. If he's not your cover will be blown when someone finds him," Bond turned around to face a fellow agent.

" Of course, believe it or not, I know how to kill someone with a single bullet." Bond could tell that this new agent obviously didn't know what he was capable of.

" We need to leave now before someone finds us," Agent Pewter was extremely untrusting. " Then go," Bond replied," I still have business to attend to while I'm here."

Agent Pewter watched Bond disappear down the long corridor and then disappeared himself. Bond slowly turned the doorknob to the master suite; the door was locked. He knew how to unlock it from the outside, he pulled out his gun, its silencer , and shot the deadbolt. The door was now opened enough to show Bond's new victim: Dennis Bradly, the president of the Office of Negotiations for Siberia.

" I have already called the police," Dennis cried with a strong Siberian accent now knowing what Bond was there for.

" Unfortunatly for you, they will not be here in time to rescue you," Bond pulled his gun and unleashed a bullet into the president's head.

Chapter 1

Bond was having an argument with his boss M. " He needed to die, He was caught selling weapons to our enemy," Bond couldn't stand her view of justice.

" That was not your decision to make, I sent you there for someone else not for you to do what the heck you wanted to another person," Bond knew the M was disappointed with him but he didn't care, " Get out of my office now, I don't want to see you in here anymore today."

Bond left M's office willingly and went to his computer at his desk and sat down. The computer screen read " Two unread emails." Bond clicked the icon and another screen popped up on the screen, " Siberian President of the Office of Negotiations Murdered." Bond deleted the email and moved on to the next one, " Drug Ring Leader Murdered In Same Hotel As the Siberian President of the Office of Negotiations." Bond deleted both emails and packed his things to go home. James walked out of the Office of British Intelligence at 8:15 and walked to his 750i xDrive Sedan. Bond loaded his things and departed for his home.

Bond arrived the next morning in his Tom Ford suit with all of his equipment in the trunk. James walked up to his third floor office and opened his email. He had no emails so he just kicked back and propped his legs up on his desk. " Bond, M wants to see you in her office right now," Jack Pewter always acted as if he had a higher power over Bond.

" What you tell her this time? That I pied on one of the targets," Pewter was known to lie on Bond just to get him in trouble and fired. Pewter walked away without even a glance at him. He walked up to M's office figuring that he was probably about to get in trouble again. James Bond walked into M's office with all his pride.

" I've got another mission for you James," M turned around to face Bond as she said this, " Quantum seems to be back on the rise."

" That's not possible, I left the moron of a leader stranded in the middle of the desert where the chance of someone finding him was slim to none," James was aggravated that Quantum was back, the company had seen to the death of his lover Vesper.

" When do I start?" Bond was ready to show no mercy when it came to killing that man once and for all.

" I want you to start as soon as possible," M was also beginning to show aggravation, " We need that company gone for good this time."

" I'll see to it then," Bond knew this was a very important mission and that he could loose his job if he failed.

James Bond went to his office, packed his laptop, and went home where he packed several pistols, knives, and all of his clothes. He expected a very long drive ahead of him. M had a car come for him at 3:30 that brought him to the office's private plane. He loaded himself on to the ship while the service loaded his bags.

" Where are we going?" Bond was figuring somewhere in Africa but the captain answered, " We're flying to some private airport in southeast India." It was 7:00 when the finally took off. James found it extremely easy to fall asleep after takeoff. When Bond woke up the next morning, his watch read 7:07. He was still in the plane but the plane was obviously not moving. James Bond stood up, stretched his legs, and got off of the plane. Bond shot a glance to his right as he got off the plane to see his two pilots and another man playing poker.

" Where am I!" Bond knew that this was not India. " I'm sorry Mr. Bond, but there was someone willing to pay a small fortune for capture," the pilots turned in their chairs to face him. " I believe we have met before Mr. Bond," the third man didn't turn around when he spoke but stood up and and turned around to face him. Two men with guns walked up behind Bond while he had his attention diverted. One man took the butt of his pistol to the back of Bond's head and knocked him out while the other one boarded the plane to search for any other agents. Then all went black for Bond. Bond woke up in an abandoned warehouse handcuffed and tied to a metal chair. Bond no longer acquired his gun or the knife he had had strapped to his calf muscle. James Bond observed his surroundings and only saw a black van on the far side of the warehouse.

" Mr. Bond, it is a shame that we had to meet again like this." The man walked up behind Bond so He couldn't see him and pressed a gun to the back of Bond's head. " What is this part of your plan?" Bond knew his weak spot, " So killing me while I'm tied to this chair and in handcuffs like the little girl you are, is part of your plan?"

" NO!" The man snarled at him, " By the way you can call me Charles Matthews now! I am no longer known by my former name!"

" This IS part of your plan isn't it?" Bond tried everything to get Charles angry.

" No, I was actually planning to torture you the way you tortured me when you dropped me into that god-forsaken desert!" Two guards walked up to Bond cut the ropes and started to drag him away.

" Unhandcuff him and put him in the cage where he belongs!" Bond could tell that Charles was extremely angry.

The guards uncuffed Bond, but only a few steps were taken when Bond shoved his hand up until it connected with the guards nose. The guard fell to the ground dead within seconds from the cartilage from his nose being shoved into his brain. Bond swung around, punched the other guard in his throat, and held the guard in front of himself as a shield from Charles' firearm . Bond immediately started running towards Charles, but in a desperate struggle to stop Bond, Charles shot a shot from the tazer that he now held in his hand. James was to fast for Charles, he used the guard as a shield from the shot and threw the guard to the ground. When Bond got to Charles, Bond threw a kick to Charles' croutch and when Charles reacted, Bond shot his fist up from his waist and connected with Charles' jaw. Charles fell to the ground with his mouth gussing blood. Bond rran to the nearest door and ran out into the unknown world that waited.

Author Note: Hi! I am a thirteen year old writer in the seventh grade. If you would like for me to update soon or you would like to lend me some advice for the next chapter please send a review! I would greatly appreciate it! Thanks!