Apple Senorita: I am a huge fan of James Bond. And after watching the James Bond film Living Daylights, I thought, 'ah ha, James Bond Beyblade style'. At first I thought I would pick Kai, but somehow I didn't feel he would fit. At least Rei's a bit more supple on the character-part.

So that means there might be OOC-ness. I repeat…

THERE MIGHT BE OOC-NESS!

So be warned.

And enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own James Bond, and I think that bit where they put the last name first then say the first name may be copyright or something so I am just saying, I don't own James Bond and all his little deviances (whatever that's supposed to mean). Oh, and I still don't own Beyblade. Damn!

Kon, Rei Kon

Intro

The two security bars laughed over their cigarettes, indulging in bottles of beer. Their boss has entered the conference room forty minutes ago. And the conference room was soundproofed.

Perfect.

They wouldn't be heard having a laugh.

One told a rude joke and they both spluttered and guffawed.

They didn't notice the solitary figure arriving in front of them until they had finished their coughing fit.

"Yeah whaddya want?" one snapped, glancing at the figure, not seeing him particularly threatening and lighting a cigarette.

The pair weren't too worried about anyone trying to get their boss in that conference room. It was on the seventh floor of a building with top-notch security. How could anyone dangerous get up here?

"I want to see Mr Roski,"
"Look, kid," the other said, eyeing the figure up and down, "He's in the middle of a meeting, back off would ya? What are you, the door boy or something? Go back to whatever you do and leave us alone kid,"
Before the two could get back to another rude joke, they hit the floor, the blackout of forced unconsciousness being yanked over their eyes and minds.

The 'kid' stepped over them, briskly entering the conference room.

The people inside swivelled in their high backed leather chairs to see the intruder. The man at the head of the table leapt up, smashing his fist against the shiny top.

"What are you doing here! We didn't call for any service! We don't want drinks or food, thank you! Honestly, this place is run by a bunch of morons,"
"Mr Roski," the figure said, his eyes flitting towards the floor-to-ceiling windows, "We have no time for this, you need to get out of the room now,"
"What?" the Russian said, hitching his face into a sneer. His rubbery nose, complete with gaping pores in his purple skin, sniffed the air and he coughed, "Yeah right kid. Get lost,"
"You have twenty seconds to get out of this room Mr Roski," the figure said, walking towards him.

"Hey…"
"Get out of the room now!" Everyone had already complied with the stranger's request. They had seen the gun clenched in his hand.

The figure grabbed Mr Roski by the shoulder, and threw him towards the door, unnoticeably swiping a folder up from the desk as he went. He shut the door firmly behind them and began to shove Mr Roski down the corridor.

"Keep moving,"

They reached the lift doors where the rest huddled, one stabbing the lift button frantically.

The sound of the explosion couldn't be heard, but the thud, shock wave, and scream of the fire alarm was.

After all, the conference room was soundproofed.

Perfect.

"Who are you?" Mr Roski cried as the figure put his gun away and whipped out a mobile phone.

He paused momentarily, looking down at Mr Roski with dark honey-coloured eyes.

"The name's Kon. Rei Kon,"

Well? Whaddya think? I know it's short but it's only the intro, like they do at the beginning of every Bond film. It will make sense later I assure you.

So, please tell me what you think! I'm plotting the next chapter as I write and I will put it up in a day at the most so please review and tell me if I should!

TTFN