It was April, April 28th 2017. It was a lovely spring afternoon in Surrey and James Bond was happily watching the news with his wife Jinx at their home near Epsom. James had just finished his glass of Vodka Martini and was toying with the glass in his hands.

"And now a story from Greece. Here's our reporter, Greg Hammil reporting live from the island of Santorini." Said the female news reporter at her desk as she tidied up her papers in front of her.

"What's she been up to this time?" Bond sighed as he began to guess what his 20-year-old daughter had been up to.

"She's been on the news more times than you have been."

"Don't remind me." James said a little depressed at his daughter's brilliance.

"Good evening Jenny. This is Greg Hammil at the Santorini airport where we have got a report of a plane crash. Suprisingly there have been no fatalities, and the police are on the scene arresting the hijacker. Here with me now is Morito Fransioto. Good evening detective Fransioto."

"Good evening Mr Hammil. Well, as you know we couldn't have caught the hijacker without the help of one person. A British girl but she seems to have disappeared, but our thanks go to her." He said smiling at the camera

"Yep. It's Cassie again, saving the world just you used to." Jinx stood up and moved out into the kitchen. "You want a drink?"

"I should never have told her those missions." James stood up and followed her. "No thanks." At that moment the phone rang and James went to pick it up. "Hello?" he said down the telephone line

"Hi Dad!" Came the reply from the other end, somewhere in Greece. As soon as he heard the voice he recognised it as being that of his own daughter.

"Cassie! What have you been up to this time?"

"So, you've seen the news then?"

"Yes. Where are you?"

"At the airport. I had to blend in with the crowd so I wouldn't be seen." She said pleased with what she had done. She had just saved the lives of 50 odd people, and the hijacker had not been injured badly and was now going to go to prison.

"Cassie, you really need to stop doing this."

"You worry too much Dad, I'm fine! All I've got is just a bump on the head from when the plane crashed, but other than that I'm fine and I saved a whole load of people!" James sighed, he knew his daughter was right and that he was worrying too much. "I don't remember much about the old 007 stopping any of his missions!"

"That's different. I was a lot older than you are now!"

"Makes it even more surprising for those that want to take over the world then doesn't it? They'd never expect a young girl to beat them and put a wrench in their plans!" she said happily. Cassie had been a 00 agent for 3 years and had been made 007 after the man who had taken Bond's number was killed 4 weeks prior to her becoming an agent.

"You'd better listen to your daughter James!" Jinx called from the kitchen as she moved out into the living room holding the wireless telephone, listening to their conversation.

"Hi Jinx." Cassie called over the phone to her stepmother. When James realised that he had a daughter he was quite surprised to find out that her mother was Ruth West, a woman he had met on a mission 3 years before finally killing Alec Trevelyan. But Ruth had given her up for adoption and when Cassie was old enough she managed to find her father and went to live with him.

"Hi Cassie. I don't suppose you'll be home for dinner today will you?"

"I'm afraid not. M wants me back at headquarters to give a report. I'll most likely be home tomorrow evening though." Cassie explained. Both Jinx and James were proud of her, even though James didn't show it that much and spent most of his time worrying about her.

"All right. Bye honey."

"Bye dad, bye Jinx. My plane's about to land so I'd better get a move on." And she hung up. James placed the receiver back onto the holder. Jinx moved over to him and began to massage his shoulders. A smile quickly covered his face.

"Ah, that feels good."

"Now you sit down and relax." James sat down on the sofa as he was told and he soon fell asleep.

In Cuba, the weather was sunny as always. The birds were singing and the waves on the beach were pleasing, but there was no one around to hear those lovely sounds. Very soon a helicopter landed in a field and a young man jumped out along with 3 men holding large machine guns. They moved off and soon came to a large lake. At least that's what everyone thought. The young man pressed a button on a control pad that he took out of his pocket and soon the water was drained away. What the men saw was quite an intriguing sight. There appeared to be some sort of satellite dish at the bottom of where the lake had been and it was covered in slime and all smashed up. They made their way down to the bottom of where the lake had been and down to hatch. Near to the hatch, trapped under the mess of twisted metal, was a body. One piece of metal going right through his stomach. His eyes wide with horror. The young man stood looking at him for a minute then turned away and moved down to the hatch. They opened it and climbed inside.

Inside it was a mess. Slime covered the walls from where the water had been for several years and there was loads of broken machinery and a few dead bodies from men who had been killed several years ago. The young man moved over to one body that was totally different from the rest. It was a man who had broken glasses on his face and a large grin. His arms were in a victory position, obviously he must've spoken too soon cause now he was frozen. The young smiled at his position. He looked away to look at everything else.

"Help me!" a muffled voice suddenly sounded. The young man looked at the frozen man. The man looked dead though. He must've been hearing things and moved away. "Help me!" He heard again, very muffled. He turned round to face the frozen man again.

"Sir, the voice seems to be coming from this man!" one of the men said pointing at the frozen man.

"Please, thaw me out!" he said. The men stood there shocked at what they were hearing. Somehow the drain of the water had increased the temperature in the place and had begun to thaw out the man bringing him back to life, but surely the water would've drowned him. What ever had happened the man was still alive, and no one could explain why. All logic and theory of being underwater showed he should be dead – but he was very much alive.

"Do as he says!" the young man ordered and quickly the men scrambled around, trying to find some way of thawing this man out. They soon had a fire started and soon the man was moving. They wrapped him up in a blanket and gave him a cup of chicken soup.

"Thank you so much. I don't know how long I've been here!" he said, they realised that he had a Russian accent.

"What is your name?" the young man asked.

"Boris Grishenko. Who are you?"

"I'm Michael Trevelyan."

"He has a son? I never knew that. Where is Alec?" Boris was surprised. He had known a lot about the man he had worked for before he was frozen, but knew nothing abut a son, maybe because of the fact his boss didn't know he had a son.

"My father is dead. He was killed 18 years ago." Boris looked shock. He realised that he must've been down in that position frozen for 18 years! He didn't know what to say. "You knew my father?"

"I was helping him to destroy London. Then that Bond came along and stopped his plans! It must've been Bond that killed him!"

"Bond? James Bond? The retired MI6 agent?"

"Yeah, that's the one? You know him?" Boris asked. A plan was quickly forming in his head.

"I know of him. He retired 10 years ago."

"You know there is still one Goldeneye satellite left. We could finish your father's plan!"

"That sounds like fun." Michael replied smiling. "Get this place tidied up! And get new equipment down here. Also get some fresh clothes for Boris. He needs them."

"Could I also have a new pair of glasses?" He asked. Michael turned to Boris.

"Of course you can." Michael placed a hand on Boris' shoulder. "You my friend shall help me avenge my father's death!"

"Do you know what it was he was trying to do before Bond killed him?"

"Err… no." Michael replied.

"Well in that case I shall explain it to you." Boris said placing a cold shivering hand on Michael's back, smiling. The pair began to move off around the secret underground base as Boris explained to the boy the mechanics and engineering behind the plan that was Goldeneye.