The shadows of the Reich
A James Bond novel
By: Lee's Ghost
Chapter 1 The infiltration
Havana Cuba, March 15 2001
James Bond gazed at the castle on the map in front of him. It was almost impenetrable. A white haired man pointed a fat finger to an area to the right of structure. Bond peered closer, long jagged rocks hid it and there was a cave carved into the side of hill.
"That's you're way in James," said the man puffing away at his long cigar.
"What about guards?" asked Bond carefully.
"There will be four or five at any one time but I think you can handle them."
"Robert get over here," hissed Bond.
A young man of twenty-five approached the table a sniper rifle hung on his thin shoulder.
"Right here's what we've got to do, scale the rocks and slip into the castle and kill General Vola before he can deliver the weapon shipments,"
"Sounds easy enough," said Robert confidently.
"Look just because your M's son doesn't mean I like you," said Bond.
A faint moon giddied them as edged toward the rocks. The only sound was of their ropes making contact with the ancient walls. Bond slid the silencer on his Walter and began to climb.
Ahead he could see a guard's cigar glow in the darkness and he motioned for Robert to pull out his knife. Robert climbed at a faster pace with his knife was clenched hard in his front teeth. He pulled himself onto the base of the tower. Then rammed his knife hard into the man's chest. Bond struggled up the base and clapped Robert shoulder. Picking up an AK47 he led the way into the castle.
Peering around the wall they saw hundreds guards crowded around a stone archway. Bond pulled out a smoke grenade and let it fly. The room filled with thick white mist. There was a screech on the other side of the door as a man rushed forward with a pistol.
Bond shot him in the head with his own pistol. The man flew backward and covered the floor with blood. Robert grabbed the AK47 from Bond's back and sprayed the mass of blind Cuban solders. He handed the smoking weapon to Bond and pushed open the door.
Robert headed up the long staircase with Bond trailing close behind. The men laid in shadows watching two Cuban men in uniform stand over a nuclear bomb.
"Francisco how do you do," said the older of the two men.
"Please call General Vola, father." Said the man quietly.
"Yes General," said man taken aback.
"Do you wish to insult me?" he said in a dangerous vice
"No son I merely think you are to young to command," said the man showing fear in his brown eyes.
"You want to be General don't you?" asked the man taking a step forward. "I plot in my own family?"
"No I I." Vola stepped forward and rammed knife in his father's heart.
"Is that the way you treat family," said Bond coolly.
Bond jumped out his gun sighted on the man. He pulled trigger but nothing happened. Vola rushed for Bond but was taken down by a crack shot from Robert.
"Thank you," said Bond coolly.
They jumped onto a waiting helicopter and it began to take heavy fire. Robert was hit in chest by mutable 30 cal rounds and landed with soft thud on the hard ground. Bond scrammed for the plot to set the bird down, but it was too late Robert had been captured.
