Ian Fleming's James Bond, 007 in:
Sleeping with the Enemy
Prologue:
James Bond sat on the wonderfully furnished chair in Hiroshi's office. The room's walls were amber coloured with a large black rug leading from his position to the main desk. The only thing illuminating the expansive room, littered with Japanese style plants and paintings, was a giant ceiling lamp. Nori Hiroshi sat at his desk while his guards stood alert. Bond counted four, two behind him and two on either side of Hiroshi.
"You better be in position Aki or this will be a short meeting" Double-Oh-Seven quietly whispered into the microphone hidden within his collar. He brushed a few hairs of lint off of his dinner jacket while Nori continued to stare at his guest. Finally he spoke.
"So what was it you wish to discuss Mr. Thatcher?" Nori asked.
"Only one quiet little issue, though I wish you could have bothered to see me when I first arrived instead of had your thugs bark at me in Japanese. Perhaps then I wouldn't have had to win half the casino clientele their money back, you know, just to turn a few heads," Bond responded.
"Yes Mr. Thatcher you are quite the gambler indeed, so what is this problem of yours that you believe I can help you with?"
"It's quite simple really, and involves a Yakuza owned casino as well as the British business man who was going to buy out its parent company being found dead in a restaurant nearby,"
"Yes it is quite unfortunate; blowfish is a very dangerous food when it isn't cut properly"
"Indeed, especially when a closer look into the matter reveals the restaurants cook was found dead in his home three hours later," Bond's blue piercing eyes stared into those of Hiroshi's, now that the cat was out of the box he silently prayed Aki was in position if things went sour. Nori pondered the facts for a little before sliding his hand through his black hair and removing his tinted sunglasses.
"What do you want Mr. Thatcher, and which agency has come knocking on my door today, CIA? Interpol?"
"Not important," the British agent paused. "I'll let you know though that whoever ordered the assassination isn't my priority, I've been simply asked to locate and have a heart to heart with the killer." Nori Hiroshi pressed a buzzer on his desk and an attractive Asian secretary appeared. She exchanged a few words with Nori before opening up the top drawer of the desk he was sitting at and leaving with a large envelope. Bond smirked
"I guess you aren't simply going to give me the information I desire," he exclaimed. Nori shook his head. Double-Oh-Seven sat tightly in his chair while the various Yakuza henchmen around him produced small machine pistols from their black jackets. Bond simply tapped his hidden microphone twice with his finger, initiating plan B.
"You better be in position Aki or this will be a short meeting," echoed into Aki Youko's eardrums from inside a supply truck located in the casino basement. She quietly slipped out of the parked vehicle moving from support pillar to support pillar in the underground parking lot. Her black hair came up to just above her oriental style eyes. She was wearing a black tight sneaking suit and flat footed shoes. Finally she reached a metallic door which read "utilities" and opened it. Two yakuza thugs turned their heads towards the open door. They were slumped against a wall in the tiny room with a large circuit breaker behind them. Instead of immediately opening fire on the intruder, like proper employees, the two men smiled at the slim and petite figure standing in the door way with a seductive smile and left their guns behind. They were quickly rewarded with two silenced pistol rounds to the cranium. Aki walked forward carefully stepping over the two deceased gangsters, grabbed at a collection of wires at the side of the circuit breaker and waited. Two small bangs from her ear bud initiated plan B and Aki ripped out the wires.
The second the light went out in Nori's office Bond successfully rocked his chair back into the ground and rolled away from it. Just as predicted one of the hoodlums behind James instinctively opened fire with his Israeli made Uzi submachine gun into the now empty chair. Without any light to see his target the sound of the large chair hitting the floor was enough to make the man panic and open fire upon it. Bond used the muzzle flash of the gun to find the shooter and elbowed him in the throat, knocking him down and disarming him in the process.
"Hurry up James, six more seconds and the backup generator will kick in and put you in quite the predicament," Bond thought to himself. He fired a spray of bullets from the stolen UZI at the front of the room hitting some of the Yakuza and missing the others. It was enough to keep them panicking while he whipped open the door to Hiroshi's office, taking Double-Oh-Seven into his secretary's room just as the lights came back on. The secretary was up against the wall being felt up by one of Hirohsi's security staff. Before the lanky Asian man could fully draw his pistol Bond emptied his Uzi's magazine into him. She began screaming as the limp body fell onto her desk while Double-Oh-Seven jammed an office chair under the doorknob. Bond barked some Japanese at the terrified girl and she quickly fished out the envelope.
"Thanks love," Bond exclaimed as he snatched the envelope from her. He ran over to the dead yakuza and picked up his small 9mm pistol, as the various yakuza on the other side of the closed door banged on it furiously.
"I'm in position James," Youko's voice echoed from Bond's collar. Double-Oh-Seven, shot out the nearby window and with the envelope in hand leapt out of it. The descent was quite short and ended with Bond landing on top of the black van Aki entered the casino in. Bond jumped again, now onto the ground, and entered the van. Youko smiled at him briefly before hitting the gas and leaving the casino forever.
Bond rifled through the various items in the envelope as Aki drove. She didn't want to get to far from the casino since the killer was most likely still in the area. Finally Bond told her to quickly pull over to the side of the road and showed her a file photo. The description matched that of those given by eye witnesses the night of the murder of the currently employed chief at the restaurant. The fact that he was one of the few non Asians there and that he was new had caught the eye of some customers. Bond frantically searched some more before finding his name and the hotel the assassin was staying at. They pulled up and Bond was about to exit the vehicle when Aki clicked the locking button on her side.
"Sorry Mr. Bond but this is my territory, if anyone's making the arrest it's me, if you remember I'm the chief investigator here, you're more of an observer," Aki exclaimed to her partner. Double-Oh-Seven didn't exactly like having titles thrown at him but the view the British spy had of Aki's breasts made it less of a big deal.
"As the lady wishes," he responded back, now looking at her face. Youko blushed and exited the vehicle, she had slipped out of the stealth suit back at the casino and now wore a nice flower decorated top and a skirt which went down to her knees. Aki blew Double-Oh-Seven a kiss and then ran into the hotel while Bond entered the driver's seat and waited.
After a quick chat with the receptionist Aki was on the 7th floor of the large 4 star hotel. She walked by many doors each with their individual peephole and continued to walk through the brightly lit and beautifully decorated halls until she reached her destination. Briefly recalling the name Bond had given her Aki drew her pistol and a bullet later the lock on the door came off. She opened the door and walked into the killer's room. Jurek Spiridon stood placidly by the window staring outside. The phone rested on a table beside him and the television was on. The gun used to kill the original restaurant chief laid on his bed.
"Mr. Spiridon," Aki exclaimed, "I think we need to have a little chat,"
"Can I be seated first?" Jurek replied in his deep polish accent. He then turned to face the intruder.
"Sounds fine to me," Youko answered. The female Public Security Intelligence Agency agent (PSIA) stood her ground while Jurek sat down into his chair, looked up, and let out a small chuckle.
"What's so funny?" Aki asked curiously.
"Let's just say I'm sitting in the right chair", Jurek finished as he crossed his legs. Even if it wasn't for the television being on it would have been incredibly hard for Aki Youko to hear the small beeping noise that began once Jurek sat down. Either way from inside the van in the parking lot James Bond was severally startled as the 7th floor of the hotel suddenly exploded up above him. Bond quickly looked up as the large debris began to fall from the sky. Without a second thought Double-Oh-Seven sped out of the area. The 7th floor of the hotel now resembled a giant window, showing the other side of the city to whoever looked through it. Bond brushed his hand through his black hair in a small attempt to ease himself as he drove. His face stayed serious as he sped as fast as he could to a secure government building to make his report. There wasn't anything to get overly emotional about anyway. The mission was a failure and Aki was dead, end of story.