Author's note:
I am new to fanfic so please know this I don't know how things done around here story wise. My story only includes the characters of Bond, M, and R, the Bond girl and villain are my own creation (If there's a problem according to site ethics kindly let me know.)
Chapter One A murder in New York
It was a warm summer day as children danced around open fire hydrants in the street as large mists of water sprayed them. A taxi driver slammed on the brakes as a red haired boy dashed after a dropped baseball.
Cars flew by the venders that were trying to sucker in the many tourists that spilled onto the hot sidewalks. Another thing they missed was a young woman who tried to fight her way through the flood of people that stared in awe at distant lights Time Square.
A New York City sweatshirt hung around her tiny waste. As she brushed back her long brown a businessman whistled. She ignored him and thought to herself that once men him have a chance with me they don't know to do.
She hurried along the street until the skyscrapers became distant silver lines against horizon. She came a small one-story shop. There was a sign nailed to the roof that said Kindler's meat.
As she closed the door behind her a tiny bell rang. A man with jet-black hair and tin nose who had been wiping the counter with a dirty sponge peered at customer as he ran a hand over his tick mustache.
"Hey, little sis' what you do'n all the way out here?" asked the man in his musical Irish accent.
"Well, it is your birthday, you should have someone to celebrate it with," she said caringly.
"Ya know you're right why don't you go upstairs and wait for me, I've just got one last customer."
She headed up the rotting steps to her bother's room and lay on the bed halfheartedly watching an episode of that 70s show. The bell on the door chimed and there was sound of hard footsteps on the wooden floor.
She heard bother yell in fiery rage, just what she couldn't tell. She quietly peered round the wall too see two dark figures pointing handguns at her bothers head and chest. An idea to scream was building up inside her and was traveling is throat, so held a sweaty palm her lips.
"Where is it Kindler," demand the taller of the two men
"Yeah, you know he doesn't like it when things are late," said the other man coldly.
"Maybe he hid them up stairs John," suggested the other man.
"You'll go up there over my dead body!" growled the girl's bother.
"Have it your way then," said the man.
The man reached for his trigger and put a bullet through his head. They started for the staircase but stopped at the sound of sirens. They ran out the door and drove away as fast as they could.
The girl waited until she heard the sound squealing tiers and wept. Because her only brother was dead.