Ian Fleming's

James Bond 007 in…

The Coldest Weapon

By

S.J Olusanya

(Author's note: I do not own the James Bond franchise but would someday like to work on one of them; this story is for entertainment purpose and to get me a chance to enter the WGA; it would not be approved to use this story anywhere without my consent or acknowledgment to those who are responsible for it. This is my second Bond novel brought to this site and hope you enjoy it, special thanks to the Medias that inspire this project and please read and review.

Thank you, Trips 2007 a.k.a. S.J Olusanya.)

Rated MA for, strong violence, sexual themes and gore.

Prologue

Location: MI6 Headquarters, Scotland.

The time is now 8:15PM; M had been expecting a report back from the French Alps from 007, the mission was a joint observation with MI5 nothing more but it had been three hours since he had made contact. She could only assume he had uncovered something; Bond and Taylor an MI5 agent were assigned to investigate, a mining process in a restricted part of the Alps. Normally she would dismiss the objective but when satellite photos were presented to the committee, she changed her mind. Something big was happening beyond environmental concerns.

Rumors of diamond smuggling from France to Amsterdam had been spreading through the country but was never confirmed, Agent Roswell Taylor a high leveled MI5 agent had researched some areas of the Alps mostly the northwest angle and applied for special assistance. Bond being colleagues with Taylor was chosen to assist with this. She pouted wondering what kept them this long…

"Have there been any news yet Tanner?" she asked her confidante; Bill Tanner, a head of security for MI6, next to Charles Robinson.

"Negative M, so far it's been dead silent." He turned to face her concerned. "Do you think…?"

"It's Bond, he's not that simple to handle." She answered her question.

Within the Northern West side of the Alps, were two hikers, reaching the peak of a mountain with only a bob sled with a pack of husky wolves.

"I hope you don't mind them." One of them said to his partners. His partner squatted down to them and nuzzled their heads with his warm wooly gloves as he patted them.

"Well they do come in handy." He said approaching his partner.

"Its better we be on our guard, we don't know what we might be up against."

"You make it sound like we're about to infiltrate KGB." He stated. He reached the sledge and brought out a case; which consisted of a detachable sniper riffle, which he assembled studying it.

"This is a reconnaissance mission, James." He stated.

"I'm aware of that, but better to be safe than sorry." Taylor agreed as they headed for their destination.

Ross Taylor was a middle aged man with light brown hair and grey blue eyes to match his youthful feature, he had been friends with James early in their Eton years, he was one year younger than James taking Ross as a little brother he had never had. James had finished a previous operation a year ago and felt he needed some leave; he had grown a rugged feature, under his dead blue eyes; when giving the option to aid his old friend he didn't hesitate he was told about the operation feeling a little out of boredom, it was either back at the desk filing report or spend some time in the French Alps skiing.

It had been a while since he was able to go to the Alps and found this as a somewhat opportunity.

The sky was bright for the past five hours, their plan was to sneak in at night once the day had settled, and the Alps were almost captivating in the nighttime thanks to the aura borealis, this would be a nice evening to watch it settle at the distance while accompanied with some guests at the hotel they were staying in.

Bond kept himself warm using the loaded riffle, the adrenaline pumping also kept him from freezing through this temperature.

"How are you holding up?" Taylor asked.

"I'm not fond of the weather right now." He said. "What do you see?"

Studying from his distance, he was able to identify several men dressed in military coats armed while, workers moved in and out of an empty mine carrying coal.

"Nothing out of the ordinary." He said disappointed. "Perhaps I may have jumped to conclusions."

Bond gestured for the binoculars and took an observation, he saw the same thing as Taylor, but still felt something amiss.

"Why would armed men be here?"

"Possibly guarding a factory." He said. "There's nothing illegal about that."

Bond still checked, he would be furious to have come all this way on a wild goose chase with nothing to report, on the other hand, the Cerberus mission left him in need of a break, after nearly becoming a kamikaze back in Egypt.

"What did your satellite detect earlier?"

"Drilling around this area involving machineries unauthorized."

"It seems like an environmental issue than ours." Bond stated disappointed. He was about to give up until suddenly something caught his eyes, why were the coals put in cylinders in the first place.

"Is the mine radioactive?" he asked Taylor.

"I shouldn't think so." He responded.

"Take a look." He offered him as he studied their process of transferring their minerals.

"That doesn't seem right." He said. "Perhaps there's something we need to investigate."

He handed him the riffle, as he decided to go down there.

"James what are you doing?!" he panicked.

"A favor." He smiled, bringing out a grappling hook and descended to the caverns.

Taylor took a deep breath unsure of Bond's motives stating; still the same. He made it to the icy ground in hopes he would not slip. He carefully got his balance on the ground, and studied the area; there was something more beyond mining for ore he was sure of it. He crept around studying the movements of the military and noticed someone coming out of a cabin with a colleague. He identified him as Oswald Blight an industrialist involved with weapons manufacturing but his colleague was an enigma, he took a picture of him with his camera hoping to get an idea of whom he was. His facial features were somewhat mild yet deceptive in nature, with his heavy forehead and thinning streak. He had dead eyes almost inhuman. He would be of some interest to either MI6 or MI5 depending. Bond scouted around for anything to his advantage. One of the workers was wheeling a barrel of coal towards, a mining factory; he had to go deeper but remembered not to leave Taylor in the wind. He brought out an ear-piece and placed it in his right ear.

Taylor was observing from the sniper scope when a transmission came from his communicator.

"Can you hear me?" he asked

"Yes James." He replied. "What've you gotten so far?"

"Something seems to be happening alright, I'm going in for further observations."

"Be careful, there are several men close to your area." He cautioned him.

"Kill?"

"Negative, disable them if you must but this is only a stake out, no casualties unless necessary."

Bond complied and furthered into his quest. He crouched within the snow, which was to his advantage. He covered the lower half of his face with his scarf trying not to be identified. He saw Blight and the man walking towards the factory as they entered with one of the materials in his hands.

James had to go in he felt it was vital to unraveling this unknown mystery taking place; he heard the sound of a gun cocking behind him. He turned around to see one of the men aiming a SMG at his skull.

The guard spoke in a Middle Eastern dialect gesturing him to get up, Bond obliged knowing he wouldn't want to risk the mission. He slowly held his hands up while the guard searched him, he found his miniature camera and a combat knife as he gestured him to move into the open.

So much for reconnaissance, he said to himself.

He took another step when a sharp buzz was heard from afar the guard fell to the ground dead.

"Thought you might need some help, James" Taylor said.

"Glad for the assist." He said dragging the body aside before anyone saw, he decided to take the corpse's uniform and weapon while stashing his equipments into his holster. He scouted towards the facility where Blight and the unidentified man entered.

They began talking about something while Blight gestured him to the minerals being processed.

He decided to blend in with his disguise gaining access to the facility. Inside he noticed the setup and operations taking place, it was a simple processing factory where the ore is extracted; he took a closer look and found it odd that they would go to so much trouble for minerals yet alone have an army to protect it. The possibility of thieves for black market was something however not to this extent.

He burrowed deeper into the extracted ores as their shells were placed on a tray in an assembly line.

He studied them for a brief moment realizing that they were casing something else but what.

A voice shouted at him demanding what he was doing there, Bond simply kept calm with no respond.

"Hey I'm talking to you!" the soldier said approaching him. Bond didn't reply he remained calm like a wolf waiting for his target to approach closely.

The guard raised his riffle at him but was ceased with a knife impacting his throat; he quickly silenced him before he could scream dragging the corpse to a corner. There was something big going on beyond environmental concerns and he needed some sort of proof. He studied the facility with caution cleaning off the blood from his uniform to make sure no one else noticed. He noticed carts filled with cases, he examined one of them closely.

He identified them as platinum, but for what? He heard someone approaching and stashed it in his holster. The guard walked up to him and asked for his authorization to be here.

"What are you doing here?" he demanded.

"I thought I heard some noises." He replied. "I came to investigate."

"What's your authorization code?" he asked.

"007." He said.

"I'm not familiar with that." He replied.

"I know." Bond replied landing a heavy blow to the man's face, staggering back James grabbed him hurling him over his shoulder before applying chokehold to the man's lung slowly killing him.

He had killed two guards in this little observation and found it best to leave before more came into revelation. He had something to start with it was best to begin there.

James, exited the facility and moved as briefly as he could, hoping not to blow his cover, during a standard observation a guard noticed a body buried in the snow as he uncovered it to be one of their own, he shouted to sound the alarm.

He cursed knowing that he had been spotted as he began to race for his extraction point.

"James, hurry!" came the voice of Taylor through his earpiece. Guards spotted him, launching automatics fires towards him. With the ice slippery he grasped onto his stamina making sure not to slip.

Blight and his colleague heard the gunshot and emerged out of the facility to see the men shooting at someone.

"What's going on!" he demanded.

"Someone broke in the facility!" an officer said.

"Bring him alive!" he ordered as the man saluted and furthered his hunt.

Bond knew he had the assault riffle in his hand, it would have been best to use it but, that would not have been strategic knowing this was to be an observation mission. Several bullets buzzed past his ears making him dodge as the soldiers formed a fire squad formation.

"Help would be obliged Ross!" Bond shouted.

Several bullets zoomed on the militias as they scattered moving away from their formation and focusing on their new target.

Bond took advantage making a route by the edge of the mountain leading to where Taylor was.

Taylor hugged the leveled edges of the mountain steering clear of the soldiers' shots.

"Found anything!" he roared.

"As a matter of fact, yes." He replied, signaling him to move when he fired his PP-K. He gave a count of three as Ross rolled away while Bond fired a shot on the edge of mountain, three shots were only needed.

Stumping the edges the glaciers began to break as ice shards began to fall before an avalanche began to erupt. The men scattered away from the avalanche as Blight watched fumed with the outcome; who was this intruder and how much did he know?

"I'll find him Blight." His colleague said.

"Do what you can; whoever he was has to be found."

"And eliminated?" he asked.

"Not yet." He said staring back at the aftermath of his soldiers in disgust.

Not yet but soon…