TOM
Bond arrived in London around seven in the morning. The long flight took forever, and the strange person with the briefcase was very timid about his briefcase. When a flight attendant had asked if she could put his briefcase in the overhead bin, the man had angrily told her to leave. Whatever was in the briefcase was of great importance to the man.
When they were about to land, Bond got out of his seat. He was coming back from the lavatory when he tripped and fell onto the man. The man with the briefcase shoved Bond off of him and looked to make sure his briefcase has still there. He was very protective of the suitcase. Whatever TOM meant, it was probably very important.
When the strange person got off the plane, he pulled out his cell phone and texted a short message. Bond followed the man from a distance. When the man reached the parking lot, he boarded a bus that took him to the far end of the lot. There he went down one of the rows of cars. Bond went down a different row and got into his car. He circled back to where the man was just a minute before, but he was gone.
Bond looked down the road and saw a black Bentley driving off into the distance. It was too far away to read the license plate, but Bond didn't need to follow it. On the plane, Bond had put a homing beacon into the coat of the man. Wherever he went, M could follow him.
James took his Mercedes to MI6 headquarters. When he had parked his car, he went up to M's office. Moneypenny was there and she made Bond stop before barging in on M's meeting.
"What do you think you're doing Bond? She asked
"I've got some strange information I need to tell M." he replied
"She's in a meeting with America's Secretary of Defense." Replied Moneypenny
"America does nothing for ninety percent of the time, I think they can give M and I thirty minutes." Bond smirked
Moneypenny opened the door for Bond and he went into the lavish office. It was very large and had many paintings. Whenever Bond went inside, he always looked at one of the paintings that had a single warrior charging twenty lions. Bond didn't know what was so intriguing about it, but it always caught his eye. Large windows encircled half the office. At the far end was a large wooden desk. Behind it was a woman that was in her mid fifties. She was completely grey. Her clothes were grey, her eyes were grey and her hair was grey. She looked very angry.
"What are you doing Bond?" she asked
"I said I would be here at nine. It's eight-fifty." He replied
"Can't you see I'm talking to America's Secretary of Defense?" she angrily replied
Bond finally noticed a very large man sitting in a chair at the end of the desk. He was very sun burnt, especially on his bald head. He had a large beard that was just a tad bit black in color. He was wearing a suit that was too small for him. He squinted even though it was not sunny outside the windows. He all around looked out of place.
"Thank you for joining us Bond. I have heard a great deal about you." said the man in an airy voice.
"Thank you sir; I'm sorry for barging in, but I have some urgent news. Do you know of anything that has the initials of TOM. I saw some strange man on the plane. He had a briefcase that he wouldn't let out of his sights. One of the papers inside had the title of TOM."
"Why, M and I were just talking about TOM, they are a terrorist organization that plans and supplies terrorists and their operations. It stands for Tactics Operations and Munitions. They operate out of Africa, the Middle East, and Europe. The trouble is, three days ago, a large tourist boat in an American lake exploded. One hundred and fifty-two people died. Ten minutes afterwards, people saw two men come out of the water. We believe that these two men planted a bomb. We have a picture of one of them." said the man
James was given a photo. The man in the picture looked very familiar. Then something clicked inside James's head. It was the man from the plane.
