A/N: This James Bond story takes place right after the end of the latest Bond movie, 'Casino Royale'. It revolves around the storyline etc etc. So I think it may be a little bit hard to grasp if you haven't seen it!!

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"What do you mean their all ... 'Gone'?!" M hissed, speaking to a CIA representitive on the phone. "I can't beleive this!!"

James Bond then walked in, looking at M with that changeless smug look on his face.

He had just gotten back from Venice, apparently still emotionaly wounded from the loss and betrayal of the lovely Vesper Lynd. Also still aching from the physical manner his body had been put through.

"Something just came up, I'll talk to you later." M then concluded, slamming the phone.

"Troubles??" Bond asked dryly.

"Le Chiffre, he's alive. And now a whole army of CIA has been anhilated. Even in a coma the man is still dangerous."

"Coma?? No, he's dead." Bond said a little worryingly, still trying to keep up his robust exterior.

"From what we thought, no. The bullet just grazed by him. And assuming from your angle, you didn't see that did you?"

"I saw clear enough to know that he's dead."

"He's not dead Bond. He's still in Montenegro, with one commanding officer with him. We want him here, and alive."

"How did a whole army of CIA get demolished if I may ask?"

M sat down on her leather chair, gazing up at James. "A bombing at the landing pad. Blew up before the rest of them could come aboard."

"And Le Chiffre survived that?" James said cocking up an eyebrow.

"They put him on the chopper first, the explosion only seemed to have reached those on the perimeter of the chopper. Evidently has been co-ordinated. Those babons are still wanting their money, and not forgetting it. I want you to go back to Montenegro and keep eye on Le Chiffre, and bring him back here to headquarters."

"I refuse to babysit him. I have more important things to do." James concluded, beginning to walk out the door.

"Bond." M quickly muttered, as he turned around to face her. "I offered you more time, you declined. This is a job for a double O. Obviously the CIA can't handle a man so dangerous. You are to leave as soon as possible. We'll keep in touch."

James gave out a bit of a scoff, giving M a cold smile. As he then made his way out, slowly closing the door behind him.