Disclaimer: I do not own James Bond, nor am I affiliated with MGM or EON Productions. I do own the original characters in this story.
Author's Note: This was a rewrite of my original story, written quite some time ago.
The thick smell of cigar, and mixed alcohol was enough to make you choke when you first entered the Vasco Alberrici restaurant. James Bond parked his silver, 1964 Aston Martin DB5 outside and walked in, trying not to inhale too much of the conjoined scents.
He made his way over to the bar, noting a total of five seats around it, the first two occupied. Taking a seat in the fourth, he looked around. His assignment was to meet with a fellow MI6 agent, who's undercover alias might have been compromised. She made clear in her report that she has documents on a disc that the government may find useful. There was no sign of her. He sighed and smiled at the bartender, who was mixing drinks for the two men on Bond's left.
"Help you?", she asked.
"Vodka martini, shaken not stirred."
"Lemon peel?"
"Please."
Bond strummed his fingers along the counter before checking his watch. The time was 10:49pm - the agent was almost twenty minutes late. Bond began to doubt her arrival and was about to contact M. The bartender handed the drink to him and returned the smile.
"Cheers.", he toasted, before having a sip.
"May I help you, miss?"
"Hi, can I have an apple martini, with a splash of Sprite?"
"Of course."
Bond turned to the woman, recognizing her immediately. He set the martini glass down and turned to her.
"Danielle Rodrigues."
"Good evening, 007."
"What kept you? It's not like you to miss your window."
"I couldn't get away. Vladimir was concerned of my suspicions lately. His stupid arse of an associate, Sasha claims he had his doubts about me from the start."
"You're cover isn't blown, is it?"
"Nothing leads me to believe so. Not now."
James sighed, watching as she had a sip of her martini. She put the glass down and looked up at him.
"It's been reported you have documents on disc?"
"Right."
Danielle opened her purse and fiddled through it. A moment later, she removed a silenced Walther PPK and held it close to the counter so it couldn't be seen. Bond exhaled deeply and narrowed his eyes.
"Who are you?"
"An agent, but not from MI6. Danielle's dead."
Bond nodded, taking another sip of his martini, finishing it. He motioned for another, and the bartender filled the request almost immediately.
"What do you want?"
"Your access code to MI6. I have associates inside waiting for my go. I'll report it to them once I get it from you, now if you don't mind?"
Bond shook his head, sipping his second martini. The woman sucked her teeth and just smirked.
"You like vodka martinis, don't you?", she asked.
"It's a drink to die for."
"Agreed."
The woman pulled the trigger, killing him. He collapsed on the counter, causing the bartender to hurry over.
"What happened?"
"Something in his drink."
The woman left the restaurant, leaning against the wall. She removed her cell phone from her pocket and dialed a number.
"Go to plan B."
She put it away and proceeded to leave the area. She turned the corner, only to stare down the cold barrel of a gun, held by a man who's face was well hidden in the darkness.
"Hello, Danielle.", the man said in a thick, British accent.
The woman gasped, "James?"
BANG.
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