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Chapter One

A Visit with M

The cool, metallic doors of the elevator sprang open silently on this early Monday morning. James Bond, fully refreshed from the nights' sleep entered the elevator and held the doors open for two of his coworkers.

It was the first day back to work, after his two week winter vacation. Bond had spent Christmas with some distant relatives in Sweden, and spent new years partying with his pals. Bond has spent the last few days with a beautiful girl he had met in downtown London. The spent the weekend at Bond's loft, kissing and caressing each other, filling each others deepest desires, it had been wonderful. This was why, even though it was a Monday, the day Bond usually detested, Bond couldn't feel better, it was after all the first Monday of 1980.

Bond pressed the eighth floor and rode up; the smell of fresh coffee reached his nostrils from the woman standing next to him.

007 stepped out of the elevator and onto the plush turquoise carpet that lined the hallway of the MI6 building facing Regents Park. Bond was wearing a tradition black suit. His pants were pressed, his jacket comfortably hugging his torso, his tie straight and his shirt was fitted to perfection.

Bond entered his office, not bothering to make conversation with his secretary, and made his way over to his oak wood desk. A new pile of papers lay on his it, Bond groaned, nothing like a load of paper work to brighten ones day. Bond then looked for his secretary Loelia Ponsonby; he was in the mood for a strong cup of coffee. But she wasn't at her desk; Bond shrugged and sat in front of his desk, grabbing the top folder placed neatly in the bin labeled 'in'.

As Bond opened the gray folder, marked with the infamous red star making the folder as "Top Secret", the phone rang. Bond looked up at three, differently colored telephones resting on his desk on. The red one, M's (Head of MI6) personal telephone was shaking violently. Bond placed the folder back on top of his desk and picked it up.

"Hello…James?" Bond's thin lips curved into a smile as he heard the smooth, calm voice of Miss Moneypenny speaking on the other line. Bond could imagine her sitting at her desk, curling the telephone wire with her finger, holding the receiver so that she could hear every word, every breath Bond took.

Bond chuckled and replied, "I'm here Moneypenny." Bond could almost hear her smile at the other line.

"Well good, because M's been asking you for quite a while, it must be something serious," Moneypenny spoke urgently; making sure every word was clear and decisive.

Bond spoke again, "Alright Moneypenny do you have any idea what it's about?"

Moneypenny replied quickly, "Not a clue, the phones been ringing off the hook for the past hour…" Moneypenny trailed off as M could be heard in the background. Bond picked up Moneypenny replying "Yes sir I was just…"

Bond heard some struggle and suddenly M's tough, commanding voice reached bond's ears.

"007, quite playing around with Moneypenny, I have no time for your little cute games. I need you hear immediately…immediately," and with that the line went dead.

Bond stood up, and preceded out of his office, whatever made M react this way had to be serious business. Bond walked out and was pleased to find his secretary, Ms. Ponsonby had finally arrived.

"I'm going to be in a meting with M, don't know when I'll be back. But whenever it is I want a strong cup of coffee on my desk." Then, Bond considered the seriousness of M's voice and changed his mind.

"On second thought, make that a glass of scotch." Ms. Ponsonby nodded and handed Bond this morning's newspaper. Bond quickly glanced at the cover article; it read "The "Queen" Sets Sail for England, the Future of the English Armada".

Bond made his way up to the ninth floor and discarded the newspaper as he walked down the long hallway, he already new everything there was to know about the 'Queen', an advanced submarine like none other, it was now the pride and joy of the English fleet, the 'Queen' was second to none, the strongest submarine out there.

Bond walked down the hallway and entered the familiar room, where Miss Moneypenny sat at her wooden desk, going through files and pushing buttons on the telephone.

Bond smiled and she looked up, "There you are Bond, M's inside waiting for you, I heard him yelling, he was seriously considering moving you next door to him just so that you would get here faster," Moneypenny smiled and said, "I wouldn't mind that."

Bond smiled, and touched her cheek softly. Moneypenny had her dirty blond hair curled attractively. She was wearing a light blue and brown stripped shirt. And she had on a baby blue skirt with light brown heels.

Bond proceeded to the plush green door. He pushed it open and closed it silently behind him. Outside, Moneypenny watched as the light above the door glowed red.

The office smelled strongly of cigar smoke, and Bond noted as he sat, that M had gone through one pack already, and one more hung out of the corner of M's mouth.

"Sit down Double-o-seven, this is an emergency." Bond nodded and quickly sat facing his boss across the large desk, covered in papers and pens. The fire place was off and the bookshelf was dusty from the long break. But Bond had little time to observe, as M discarded his cigar and immediately began talking.

"Bond, what do you know about the submarine 'Queen'?"

Bond chuckled, "The better question is, what don't I know, or anyone in England for the matter. The Queen is a high tech submarine, it's faster then any other, its armor is harder then its competitors, navigation, radar, the whole nine yards. It was made by a large submarine company in America, called Sea Speed, there headquarters are in Florida I believe and the company is owned by a man named Don Shelder. We purchased it for 56 million pounds…"

M quickly interrupted him, "56,500,000 pounds to be exact."

Bond nodded, "Right you are sir. Now, like I was saying, it was sent out last night around and nine and should have arrived at four o' clock this morning. It had no escort but the sub was more then apt to defend itself, and it was armed with five nuclear missiles."

M nodded, "Right you are Bond, but what you do not know, is that the sub is missing."

Bond leaned back, flabbergasted. That sub was unbeatable, it was built to perfection, it was the ideal machine of the sea.

M continued, "Nobody knows about it though, don't feel too bad about being out of the loop 007. It went missing around three-fifteen this morning, somewhere in the Atlantic Ocean. The British government was tracking it, and it's last none position was 15 degrees west and 40 degrees north, not too far from a small little island known as Doctor Island, strange name. We've sent a scuba team out there; they should be arriving at the spot the sub was last seen in order to investigate."

M leaned forward and looked Bond in the eye. "Do you know what this means 007? Somewhere out there is our submarine, which Britain paid 56,500,000 pounds for! And someone has that, the strongest submarine out there and five nuclear missiles."

James nodded his head, "I understand sir, this is a crisis. And the fact that someone out there has the Queen and five nuclear missiles is astronomical. Do you have any suspicions yet?"

M leaned back on his chair, but his face was still stern, "A criminal organization most likely, SMERSH, SPECTRE, it could me any of these and more."

Bond nodded, "Who would have the power to stop the Queen."

M spoke quickly, "You probably don't know this Bond, but the plans for the Queen had gone missing for several days back in late September. The supervisor of the Queen, one Arnold Helgon, took them home to look over. He didn't have permission to take them home but he did, as he needed some time to look them over. The next day, the plans, were gone. Don Shelder, the owner, was ready to kill that man, but luckily the plans turned up, in the man's bedroom under the bed. The stupid fellow was fired and security was upped from that point on. Any enemy wishing to sabotage the sub could now possibly do so. Don proceeded to make some minor adjustment to the sub and other little things, but the plans could not be drastically changed, since it was already…as perfect as possible."

M leaned back and Bond took it in, then M continued speaking. "We did everything we could to keep it quiet, only myself, the PM, Don, Arnold and his wife knew about what happened, and Arnold was sworn to secrecy shortly before he was fired."

Bond nodded slowly; this was quite the interesting case. "No signs of a break in or anything, could it have been Arnold himself, giving or selling the plans to someone?"

M nodded, "It's quite possible, the man seems to be a good egg, just a little careless. Of course though, after he was fired, he was never quite the same, he sort of lost it and went away on holiday for a month."

Bond nodded, "Well there's only one way to find out…"

M nodded, "Quite right, Moneypenny will have your ticket and boarding pass ready, you leave on a plane to Miami at noon, you will arrive in Miami at approximately 1 PM their time. I've arranged for you to rendezvous with an agent from the CIA while in America, he will give you assistance on this mission. And he will be waiting with one of Q's Aston martin death traps if you know what I mean. The code is "The birds are awfully chatty today", got it?" Bond nodded, his head, and M seemed satisfied.

Then, M suddenly opened a small wooden box and handed Bond a silver Rolex, "Q wanted me to give this to you; he couldn't be here because he is dealing with 006 in Siberia. It has all the standard functions and should serve you well."

Bond nodded and took the Rolex, placing it carefully on his left wrist; he studied the beautiful craftsmanship of the watch.

M continued, "You will have a meeting with Don Shelder at 4, and tomorrow he will set up an appointment with Arnold alright?"

Bond nodded, anticipating the exciting next few days. M stood up and shook 007's hand firmly, "Good luck Bond. Stay in touch and be careful." Bond nodded, and exited the room.

As Bond walked away M picked up a new cigar and went right back to work. Bond left the room and closed the door quietly, the light above the door turned off instantly. Miss Moneypenny looked up and smiled, "Well, well, James, I see he's got you off to America this time."

Moneypenny handed Bond one air ticket and a boarding pass. She smiled, "Good luck James, and how about a kiss, one kiss, just for good luck."

Bond chuckled, "Sorry Moneypenny, but if I did that, what would have to look forward to when I get back besides, I'm quite exhausted form that visit with M."

With that, Bond strode confidently out of the room, chuckling all the way. Moneypenny looked down at her work and muttered, "Oh James, you're a man of many excuses."

James walked down the hallway and took the elevator down to the eight floor, pocketing his ticket along the way. Bond knew how important what it was the he recovered the stolen missiles before they could be used for any harm. Would it be the same old scandal, hold the whole world hostage? Or something a little bit more…ingenious?

And how did the Queen have a role in this, would she be held hostage too? Or auctioned off to evil organizations across the globe? The possibilities were endless, but Bond could start eliminating them, once he got to America.

Bond left MI6 at 9:30, and made his way over to his flat fifteen minutes away. Once inside, Bond quickly piled everything he needed into his brown suitcase. Bond changed suits and put on his holster, and placed his gun carefully inside it. His Walter PPK would do fine on this mission.

Bond placed the usual security around his home while his was out on a mission. Besides locking your windows like the average Englishman Bond had to do a bit more. He placed one small strand of hair on every door and window. He tipped all the items in his cabinets to the edge, so that the second someone opened it, they would shatter onto the floor.

Bond nodded, satisfied, and proceeded suitcase in hand, to the airport. Bond was there by 10:30; he passed through security easily, and got to the terminal by 11 o' clock. Bond sat at the bar in the terminal for half an hour. He ordered an omelet with cheese and ham, Bond rarely ate breakfast on a regular work day. And he got a simple glass of orange juice.

Halfway through his meal a tall woman, wearing the usual stewardess uniform, took the seat next to Bond. It was blue and tight fitted, and the woman herself looked wonderful. She had silky black hair tied up in a bun, and she told the man her order softly but decisively. Her skin was smooth, and her eyes were a narrow pool of black. She was skinny and tall, she looked to Bond like wonderful fun.

Bond finished his food and barman came too take it away. "Well hello there Miss…"

Bond strained to reach the nametag, it read 'Anastasia'. "…Miss Anastasia," Bond concluded.

The woman looked up, as if annoyed to be disturbed as she was just about to take out her book. "Will you be accompanying me to Miami this afternoon?"

The woman looked sternly at Bond, and spoke coldly, "Yes, but I work first class…only."

The words stung Bond cold, but that just seems to intrigue him even more, "Really, what I coincidence, so do I," Bond flashed her his first class ticket. And she seemed surprised; she suddenly had a change of heart and turned to face Bond fully.

"Oh I'm so sorry; I didn't mean to be cold. You just don't understand how many men hit on me on a daily basis."

Bond nodded and smiled understandingly, "It's quite alright. But you'll find me to be the ideal Englishman; polite, sophisticated, clever, witty, smart, strong, the whole nine yards."

Anastasia chuckled, "Well, that's good to known. And by any chance, does the ideal Englishman buy the ideal Russian woman breakfast, even if she is a total stranger. Even though she is really not because we have been talking for two minutes and you know I'm a stewardess and…what do you do Mr.…?"

Bond spoke firmly, "My name's Bond, James Bond," Bond felt no need to use fake names with this girl. "And I work for a fishing company over here, just doing business down in Florida."

The woman seemed intrigued, "What type of business in Florida Mr. Bond?"

Bond smiled, "Fishy business Ms. Anastasia."

The woman chuckled and her food arrived, she ate her pancakes quickly and drank her coffee in half the time and Bond politely paid for her. It was five minutes until boarding and she ran off to the bathroom. She returned and together they walked to the plane, she boarded first and Bond followed.

The Continental plane took off on time, Anastasia served Bond food and drink the entire way, for James, it was quite the nice experience.

They landed at 1:15 PM, American time. Bond got his luggage from the Baggage Claim and was out of the cluttered airport by a quarter to two. Even though it was the heart of winter, all Bond needed was a light jacket, down here in Florida.

Bond left the airport and immediately spotted Anastasia, walking off towards a taxi. Then Bond turned the other way, searching for his Aston Martin. Bond spotted it a few spots away. As Bond made his way towards it he stopped dead in his tracks, a woman was in the driver's seat.