His dark hair waved as he took a step into the room. James Bonds eyes
rolled to the left and to the right before finding what he was looking for.
A small CD about the circumference of a walnut sat on a table in the corner
of the room. Bond advanced and grabbed the disk. " You again," said a voice
behind him.
Bond slowly turned around; his hands in the air. "Drop the disk now," said the voice that was attached to the body of an old friend turned enemy. The body held a PPK.
Bond's hands loosened and the disk dropped to the floor. "Trevalyn, I witnessed your death once and killed you another time. And of course we meet again," Bond said to the man.
"You don't really think you can win do you. If so, you're sadly mistaken. Hand me the disk!"
Bond bent down grabbed the disk and then walked to Trevalyn. About a foot away he tossed the disk into the air above Trevalyn's head. Trevalyn grabbed for the disk as Bond punched him in the mouth. Trevalyn hit the floor as Bond grabbed the gun out of his hand. As the disk was about to hit the floor he caught it in his left hand his right holding the pistol. Trevalyn laid on the floor a trickle of blood rolling from the corner of his mouth.
"Trevalyn if you think you can win your sadly mistaken," Bond said the pistol aimed at the former double o agent's forehead. "But James I've already won."
As Trevalyn finished the sentence five guards popped into the room. Bonds hand moved quickly as the pistol aimed at the first guard. A quick pull of the trigger dispatched him. The other guards opened fire their AK-47's missing their mark and pulsing up the wall. Bond looked around the room for something to do his only chance was the ten-foot high window in the back of the room. Bond ran backwards slipping the disk in a pouch on the side of his leg. The PPK shot two more bullets taking out another guard before he launched himself out of the ten story high window. Glass flew everywhere as his body plummeted through the air. He looked down and turned his fall into a dive aiming straight for the mansions pool tarp. His body slowed as it hit the tarp, the canvas however couldn't take the pressure and he ripped a hole in it. Cold water crept into his attire as more bullets from above hit the ground around him.
He popped his head above the water fast enough to get his air and get back down in the water. He swam deeper looking for anything helpful. A closed grate sat at the bottom of the pool probably he thought for draining. He swam to it shooting a bullet into each of the four screws. He then slid the grate to the side. The water began to drain sucking Bond out with it. The grate led to the sewer system he soon realized as he walked up to a pavement strip used for construction. As he vigorously shook his head trying to get out all loose droplets of water he discarded his weapon for its lack of ammo. Wet as a dog in his dark red Porsche Bond shot down the street back to headquarters.
Bond slowly turned around; his hands in the air. "Drop the disk now," said the voice that was attached to the body of an old friend turned enemy. The body held a PPK.
Bond's hands loosened and the disk dropped to the floor. "Trevalyn, I witnessed your death once and killed you another time. And of course we meet again," Bond said to the man.
"You don't really think you can win do you. If so, you're sadly mistaken. Hand me the disk!"
Bond bent down grabbed the disk and then walked to Trevalyn. About a foot away he tossed the disk into the air above Trevalyn's head. Trevalyn grabbed for the disk as Bond punched him in the mouth. Trevalyn hit the floor as Bond grabbed the gun out of his hand. As the disk was about to hit the floor he caught it in his left hand his right holding the pistol. Trevalyn laid on the floor a trickle of blood rolling from the corner of his mouth.
"Trevalyn if you think you can win your sadly mistaken," Bond said the pistol aimed at the former double o agent's forehead. "But James I've already won."
As Trevalyn finished the sentence five guards popped into the room. Bonds hand moved quickly as the pistol aimed at the first guard. A quick pull of the trigger dispatched him. The other guards opened fire their AK-47's missing their mark and pulsing up the wall. Bond looked around the room for something to do his only chance was the ten-foot high window in the back of the room. Bond ran backwards slipping the disk in a pouch on the side of his leg. The PPK shot two more bullets taking out another guard before he launched himself out of the ten story high window. Glass flew everywhere as his body plummeted through the air. He looked down and turned his fall into a dive aiming straight for the mansions pool tarp. His body slowed as it hit the tarp, the canvas however couldn't take the pressure and he ripped a hole in it. Cold water crept into his attire as more bullets from above hit the ground around him.
He popped his head above the water fast enough to get his air and get back down in the water. He swam deeper looking for anything helpful. A closed grate sat at the bottom of the pool probably he thought for draining. He swam to it shooting a bullet into each of the four screws. He then slid the grate to the side. The water began to drain sucking Bond out with it. The grate led to the sewer system he soon realized as he walked up to a pavement strip used for construction. As he vigorously shook his head trying to get out all loose droplets of water he discarded his weapon for its lack of ammo. Wet as a dog in his dark red Porsche Bond shot down the street back to headquarters.