Rated: T for Teens by Triple. O

James Bond 007: The Legacy of Death

Prologue

Mission: Assassinate Decklyn in Switzerland.

Location: Noje Hotel, Zurich. The man named Simon Decklyn is awaiting for an unknown figure, he is the target of MI6 00' agents which leads a well dressed man to the hotel. Armed with a Walter PPK and a license to kill he has to find Decklyn and terminate him and the information he had stolen. As he entered the hotel, he went to the front desk of the approaching the manager.

"Ah we've been expecting you sir, would you like the usual room?"

"The Bridal sweep?" he asked "Why yes" he said signing himself in. "I believe a friend of mine is in this hotel as well" the agent said

"Who would that be sir?"

"A mister Simon Decklyn" he said "I would like to know what room he's in"

"Forgive me sir but we can't give out information about our guests"

"Quite understandable, but he's expecting me" he said.

"Ah I see sir" he checked the registry for his room "he's in room 206"

"Thank you" said the man.

"Anytime Mr Bond" the manager said. James Bond, a master spy for Her Majesty's Secret Service, with a License to Kill. A gentleman first and a hit man second his number is 007, he has his past and present history and is a commander of Her Majesty's Navy. Dressed in a cream suit and a blue inner shirt armed with his gun holster.

He reached the door to Decklyn's suite, he first had to make sure no one was around the corridors or any pathway. He heard noises in his room, apparently he was with someone. He kept his gun hidden from sight as he knocked on the door.

Inside the room Decklyn was with a woman on his bed with a glass of wine in her hands and another one on the table, nearly finished. Her body was covered by the duvet as she looked at the man with a smoke looking out the window for his contact.

"Monsieur Decklyn, come back to bed" said the excited woman. As she took another sip of her glass.

Decklyn heard the knock on his door, must be his contact; he thought as he signaled the woman to put her clothes on.

He held on to his gun just in case it was Interpol, he didn't care who got in the crossfire.

"Who is it?" asked Decklyn gripping the gun tightly

"Bellhop"he said. Curious, hid his gun back in his pocket and opened the door to receive an unpleasant surprise.

"Don't worry about a tip" said Bond slamming him to the wall searching him as he found his pistol; a Colt 42. He kept it inside his jacket.

"How did you find me?" he asked as Bond made him face against the wall twisting his right arm as he screamed in pain.

"You're not exactly hard to find when you're the most wanted man in England." he said ready to complete his mission.

Just then, the woman Decklyn was with, came out of the bathroom, and stared at the horror as she shouted, "Mon Dieu!"

Bond signaled her to get out, as she rushed out of the door. Decklyn took the chance to release himself and push Bond back. They struggled to grab the gun, releasing three bullets. Bond kicked him off, aiming at Decklyn. He pulled the trigger but he was out of ammo.

Decklyn made a run for the brief case crashing out the window, sliding down the rooftop. Bond checked outside as he saw him escaping. He had to stop him, his objective was to eliminate him and retrieve that case.

He followed him out the window. Decklyn reached the edge of the roof clinging onto it with the brief case in his hand. He looked up seeing Bond about to reach him. He released his grip and landed on the patio of the hotel. Bond held onto the edge also trying to get a shot but people were in the mist, he had to chase him towards the end. He released himself, from the edge a little shaken but stable to run after Decklyn.

After losing 007 he felt a little relieved. He couldn't go back to the hotel, Bond might still be there. He decided to find a phone to change his meeting plans. He found one across the street he knew the number to call, what was on his mind was how did Bond find him? He moved quick but calmly not to get any attention, he had to contact his connection and warn him about Bond's arrival in Zurich. He checked behind, to see if Bond was anywhere in sight. The light was red for pedestrians to move as he waited he felt rather uneasy looking at his side checking for him. He had avoided police authorities by using a false name and passport changing his hair color and his eyes from dark brown to red not even an informant would have recognized him.

He had faced Bond before though and the ring on his right hand could have been a clue to recognizing him, it had a symbol of Ceberus. The light turned green bringing Decklyn back to consciousness moving with the flowing crowd. The phone booth was near a subway; he could buy a ticket and move to another location and inform his contact about his delay. He took a deep breath and dialed the number. A woman who was in need to use it reached the phone booth, but saw it was too late and waited calmly. Decklyn looked at her giving her a smile which she ignored. He dialed the number but spoke in french not to give any idea of what he was talking about.

In an airport a shadowy figure answered his phone knowing who it was

"Yes?"

"I have a situation here"

"What's the problem?"

"Bond is here"

"How? You were to leave with a false passport and not draw suspicion"

"I did but..." he said as he felt something in his pocket, he revealed it to be a tracer; Frozen in terror he tried to recall when he implanted it. Going back to the event in the hotel he pictured him and Bond struggling for the pistol and Bond sneaking a tracer in his pocket. He realized Bond has been tracking him all along and he's on his way now.

"Hello?" said the voice on the other set, Decklyn hung up and looked around to see Bond approaching his location. He needed to act fast, the woman! Feeling desperate he revealed a pistol from his briefcase and smashed the window of the booth causing the woman to scream, Decklyn grabbed her and held her at gunpoint. Bond revealed his Walter PPK and aimed at Decklyn.

"You won't kill a hostage would you Bond?" said a shaky Decklyn forcing her into the subway holding the brief case. Bond ran after him chasing him into the subway.

The subway looked abandoned as Decklyn forced the helpless woman inside. He reached the train stop where the crowd was waiting.

Driven by fear, she saw it as an opportunity to alert any policeman around.

"Help, he has a gun!" she screamed. A policeman in the subway heard her scream. The minute he glanced, he was shot down. Panic and terror filled the subway as people fled or got to the ground.

Decklyn had no use for her she was just a collateral. He could kill her if he wanted, but that would be a waste, he just needed a lure and knowing Bond couldn't resist a damsel in distress felt it would be the perfect trap for him. What other way to set Bond's demise. Outside of the subway an erupting crowd came running out getting in Bond's way. He cleared his movement by pushing people aside. He reached his objective, Decklyn. He had to lose Bond, he had only one alternative looking at his hostage, gripping onto her tight.

Decklyn forced his hostage close to the train tracks. He had a good aim at Decklyn but he didn't want to hit the woman.

"You have a choice" he taunted "Get me or get the girl." he said pushing her onto the tracks as he ran with the suitcase. The woman tried to get up as Bond fired shots onto Decklyn causing him to drop the case, and flee for his life. Just then Bond heard something unpleasant as he looked at the woman on the tracks. A train was approaching faster and louder. The two big lights were looking at her ready to consume her. She tried to move but was caught in the rail. Bond dashed to help her as the train got closer to them. Bond had to leave her to pull the lever.

"Please help me" she cried. Bond used all his strength to push the lever to switch tracks shielding her from the trains rapid speed. The vibration was forcing him to loose his stance. Several cars passing behind him caused a quake on the tracks shaking the two of them. Until it stopped it was all over. They gained consciousness as she looking into her hero's eyes.

"You saved my life" she said "thank you Mr..."

"Bond, James Bond" he said receiving a thank you kiss .

Decklyn limped out of the subway escaping from the sight of Bond or any police officer. He had failed, the case was in the hands of MI6 and once they have discovered it...

He couldn't think of it, he had to focus on his consequences he had failed his mission and now there's nowhere he could go. He drew out his Colt. 42,

"You'll never find me Bond" those were his last words placing it in his mouth, closing his eyes, as he pulled the trigger letting the bullet ripped...

Bond's mission had only begun, as police profiled Decklyn's corpse.