Sins of Revenge

Chapter:1

A story rarely told.


Disclaimer: The characters of the James Bond film series is owned and created by someone else, the characters of Mass Effect is owned and created by someone else, along with the character of Mycroft Holmes so I don't own any of these characters this is for fan fiction purposes only.

AN: This Bond will be a combination of Connery, Craig and Brosnan combined into one personaility, as the likeness will be all of it's own. As for his age see Secret origin of James Bond for details.


London, England, Shard Tower: Private Office

December 31st 2185 0:9:30:0 hours night time

It was quiet too quiet in a private office of someone important, a silouette of a figure stands tall and proud, all alone in the night as this person is wearing a cloak over himself, he is cacuasian with long dirty but dark blonde hair and icy blue eyes. His gaze stared upon the city that has advanced over the decades, despite the changes to the city, country and world. It is still jolly old England. Snow began to fall for it is winter time here in London.

The man cared nothing for the weather as he has lived for a long time and still living to this very day, he stared upon the old headquarters of MI-6 as it is still the same despite the changes around it. Considering it is now in mothballs and the world is at peace in reaching the stars and it's new found technology. He felt a little nostalgic in remembering the past, the old headquarters is now a museum however he is not.

AN: The events of SPECTRE and Skyfall did happened as MI-6 headquarters wasn't destroyed, just put in mothballs until it was made into a museum.

He is a legend, an urban myth to be feared because of his name and number, along with habits as well. Just goes to show that legends never die, they are always remembered. Walking over to his desk as his cloak drags upon the metal floor he grabs a martini upon the desk of his or office, upon the desk is also a terrior bulldog with the British flag of Union Jack. The man gulped down the martini quickly, using an omni-tool upon his forearm he glances at a report of activity.

He frowned at this report, he has never met the man known as Commander John Shepard, but his repulation is well known and these Reapers should be taken seriously. Along with another threat known as Cerberus as the man knows all about Jack Harper the Illusive Man. However at the moment it is not important, as his mind still wanders to the past. His past as he rarely thinks about it anymore, the man never liked the holidays that much. To him it is just another day.

Situated on the wall are a pair of rare swords that are made of the sharpest and hardest metals known to the universe. On the walls are photos of old friends of his that have passed on, but he continues to live on to the point he does not need the serum anymore due to him being partly immortal and his explosure to element-zero. His hand glowed for a moment for the man has had a lot of training to control this new found ability of his. A tap upon his door is heard in the background.

"Come," said the man with the flawless British accent

The doors swing open and a man steps inside, turning around he sees a familiar face that has lived even longer than he has dressed in old fashioned casual clothing and a hat that is right out of an old Sherlock holmes novel. The man with the cloak had known him for a long time and the man had stepped into his private office had known him for a long time. Considering he the secret real power behind the United Kingdom, the man in the cloak is the secret real power behind the Alliance.

"Thinking about the past old friend," asked the other man.

"It's just another day," said the man with the cloak

"Any reason why it is," said the other man

"You're a smarter man than that Mycroft," said the man with the cloak. "What do you really know?"

"Only bits and pieces James," said Mycroft "Miles the old M, was rather vague on the rest."

"I've gotten over it," said the man called James "It's a story rarely told by me,"

"Really I believe we have time," said Mycroft "Or lack there of, of what humanity and the rest of the universe will face."

"It will face it sooner than expected," said James "The reapers will come despite my warnings to the Alliance council, fools all of them. Sometimes I hate being in this position,"

"Welcome to the club old friend," said Mycroft "Now your story as very few people know James Bond exists to this very day,"

"Indeed," said Bond "My story begins as this,"


Portugal December 25 1969

Having just been married James Bond and his new wife Tracy Bond are in a Aston Martin that he is driving until Tracy suggests he remove the flowers from the car so stopping he gets out of the vehicle to take them off, he heard another car in the background coming, but paid no mind until gunshots were fired from the vehicle as Bond ducked for cover, but for a brief moment he spotted Blofeld and Brunt driving away. What about his wife Tracy? He went to check on her as he opened the door and sat inside right beside her.

What remains of gun fire had hit the window, he check her pulse. She is dead and her body has several gun shots. No, no, no it can't end like this, not like a special day like this. He heard another vehicle and someone asked if everything is ok, he turned to look at the man who happens to be a police officer. All choked up,

Bond says: "it's all right; it's quite all right really. She's having a rest; we'll be going on soon. There's no hurry you see, we have all the time in the world..."

Bond starts to cry, and cradle Tracy's body.

Now one thought come to mind…..Revenge!

"Damn you, Blofeld," muttered Bond

Now he knows he has a morbid task of doing what he needed to be done. His one chance at happiness, of peace and freedom…..Gone! Never again as his fist shake in almost full blown rage, he kept on sobbing in knowing he will never see her again.


To be continued