Chapter 2 The choice
Bond jolted from his warm four-poster bed to the sound of his pager. He slipped on his pants and spoke harshly into it.
"Bond here what do you want?"
"M here, we've got a crisis on our hands, I need you to report in right away," said M sounding as if the world was crushing her tiny shoulders.
There was groan beside him as a young woman forced herself out of the bed. She had flaming red hair and was dressed in a black cotton bra. Her grip tightened on Bond's arm and it caused him grit his yellow teeth in pain. Bond turned around and pecked her affectionately on the tip of her long nose.
"Must you leave so soon James?" she asked a look of shame in her hazel eyes.
"I must Tonya, I must."
A tinge of pink hung in the morning over MI6. Bond descended the marvel staircase to M's office. When Bond entered it looked more like the war room of Pentagon. Orderlies rushed to and froe placing red markers on a life-size map of Britain.
"What's happened," asked Bond eyeing up the mayhem.
"Hell," mumbled M quietly.
"What's happened!" repeated Bond louder.
"Three attacks in the last hour. Wait no four." Said M as another marker was placed just southeast of London.
"What going on!" scrammed Bond louder but everyone was too panicked to notice.
"There getting closer," shouted a man in a white colored shirt. Another marker was put on the map just two miles away
For the first time M noticed Bond was there. She let out a long slow sigh.
"It's real bad James, A group called the Nazi alliance has been blowing up British government buildings for the past forty-eight hours,"
Just then an unidentified man rushed though the front steps a bomb strapped to his chest. Bond pulled out his Walter and put three rounds in the man's stomach.
As he died he gasped, "You cannot stop the NA"
With that Bond went off to plan his revenge.
