James Bond casually stepped inside the elevator, his polished black boots bounding off the marble floor. He slipped off the dark uniform, with a white nametag displaying: "Jeff." The real Jeff was laying slumped over in a shadowy part of the hallway, his body completely hidden from view. A jet black suit was uncovered as the uniform came off. It was perfectly ironed, making it look like he was going to a formal dinner party. He sent one of his hands slowly sifting through his neatly combed hair. Suave, debonair, this was who James Bond was, no matter the situation.

As the elevator doors slid shut, a light sound came from the speaker above. "How nice," James said aloud, "music to pass the time before I die." Of course, he knew perfectly well he would not die. Of course there were many men armed with sub machine guns placed in various parts of the building. Even so, this was cake to him.

While slowly descending in the elevator, he remembered what all M had told him this morning. His mind drifted back to the small room.

The air was cold; he could see faint spurts of his own breath appearing in front of him. Footsteps echoed from the other end of the doorway, slowly making their way down the hallway. There was a cough, then the sound of the doorknob turning. When the door opened, a woman stepped in. She was fairly tall, with tiny hints of gray in her hair. Small wrinkles were etched into her face, showing signs of tiredness. Here bright blue eyes masked a whole personality of seriousness and determination. She had seen it all. "James, we have an urgent calling for you." her lips hardly moved as she talked. "We've tracked down a facility, located deep within the sloping deserts of Arabia, where we believe nuclear testing is occurring. If you seem to be up for it, we'll radio a Black Hawk and send you to Arabia immediately."

The woman was known as M, and she was the one who kept a tight hold on all of the operations of MI6. James had accepted the mission, and now was in the middle of the facility, making his way down in an elevator. He shook his head, wiping the memory away and concentrating on the task at hand.

The doors opened and revealed a long hallway with a dark blue rug running the whole length of the floor. Oak tables were set in various points along the hallway, with a glass vase containing tulips in each one. This was the least you would expect at a nuclear testing plant. But James still felt like something was still going on, despite the looks of the inside of the house.

James started walking down the hallway. Not knowing what to expect, he made each step a careful one. He could see the tall wooden door at the end, and it seemed to get farther away the more he walked. He stuck out his left foot to take another step. As if acting on an impulse he pulled it back quickly and stopped. There was something wrong about all of this, and he sensed it immediately.

Beads of sweat dripping down his face, he grabbed the flowers out of the vase in front of him. He threw them beside the table and lifted the watch attached to his wrist. He peered down into the glass vase, and was not surprised at all of what he found inside. A clear camera was bolted to the side of the vase, peering at the narrow strip of hallway. If James had taken one step more it would have surely saw him. He aimed his gleaming silver watch at the camera. With a press of the side button, a laser shot out, cutting the camera cleanly in half. There was one less obstacle out of the way.

He continued down the hallway until he reached the door. He would have to be extra careful here, there was always a chance of someone being on the other side. After fumbling around in his pocket, he pulled out a long fat wire. It was an "Optic Cable." These were extremely useful to slide under doors and see what was on the other side. It contained a tiny camera on the end, and copied the image it recorded to you.

He slid it under the small crack below the door. The cold wire pushed up against his hand as he forced it through. Glancing down at the monitor, he was relieved no one was on the other side. A metal desk stood in the center of the room, with millions of papers scattered across it. A lamp's light was cast down on it.

James returned the cable back to his pocket and opened the door. A strong gust of air greeted him, extremely cold. The room smelled strongly of dust, and had bookcases lining the walls. Assorted paperbacks and hardbacks were neatly placed inside. James noticed another door, this one at the opposite side of the room.

While making a grab for the handle his ears twitched. A faint sound could be heard from the doorway behind him, as well as in front of him. He recognized the sound instantly. They were footsteps, running fast. He looked around the room trying to find another way out. The footsteps continued to get closer, and James began to sweat horribly. Nervousness was coursing through his body.

Seconds later, both doors swung open revealing five heavily armed guards. They looked around the room. It was completely deserted. One of them spoke into a mouthpiece attached to his collar. "He's not here."

A voice spoke from the other end. "Well keep looking. We cannot afford mistakes." The guards exited the room.

Fifteen feet above the guards' heads, James was silently crawling through the air vents. There had been a narrow opening in the room, which he had been able to squeeze into. The aluminum vent hallways creaked under his weight. He would have to be extra slow to not cause too much noise.

Dust and various bugs were dancing around the vent as he made his way farther into it. The complete chilling atmosphere made him shiver. An iron grille was up ahead, attached to the bottom of the floor. He could hear men talking from below it.

"The shipments of uranium are coming today." James crawled to the grille and peered down. Three men stood in the center of the room, each one with custom military uniforms on.

"Perfect. As long as things go as planned, we should be able to launch tomorrow." The man, who was speaking now, spoke with a cold, malicious voice.

"Do you know the plan Ichiro?"

The man addressed as Ichiro spoke. "Yes, but what about this James Bond you were telling us about? Will he be a threat?"

James crouched above them in awe. How did they know he was here? "Oh yes, do not worry about him. I have placed the facility on red alert. In moments he shall be apprehended. Everything shall go according to plan."

A droplet of sweat fell from James's forehead. It silently fell to the ground, and then soaked into the carpet by the men's shoes. Two of them hadn't noticed. But the other one stared at the floor, puzzled. The man jerked his head to the ceiling, looking directly where James was crouching. James quickly ducked backwards, hoping the man hadn't seen him.

Luckily the man hadn't, and had returned his attention once again to the others. "I'll go check on the uranium status. And you two…" the man pointed to the others. "Tighten security on Mr. Bond. I assure you, he will not make it out of this complex alive."