Torrance Martin sat infront of his labtop, boring into the document that instructed him on his next mission. Martin had been a CIA opperative now for five –no six years—and had yet to get an assignment that really had challenged him. It was probably because he took so long to read his assignment. Not because the twenty-seven year old was in depth with his reading but because it was so unintresting. Usually he finished a novel in- between the times he was too bored to read his mission file.

This one though intrigued him. It's intensity on describing some character named Bond, was unreal. It was narrowed down to how the guy liked his martini.

He clicked down on his mouse paging farther down the document. The last words were: You ship out at 0400 Tuesday. Great, he thought. One of the worst things about reading the mission reports so slow was that he often had to ship out that night or the next. In this case he left for the UK in three hours.

The plane flight left Bond extremly tired. He arrived at the MI6 headquarters at four in the morning and then went through some explanations of how the mission went and then handed over the disc. Afterwards he walked out into the hall, where he saw a man in his mid-twenties. The next thing Bond noticed was the shoulder holster the man carrying a Berreta Nine Millimeter.

Torrance saw the man and reached out with his hand. "Torrance Martin."

Bond took the mans hand, "Bond, James Bond."

"Well Mr.Bond I'm your new partner."

Alec Trevalyn suspected that the Russians could be easily pissed off but he never guessed how easily. The rebirth of Janus had brought back remebrance of old ties. Threats had been exchanged and now a nuclear missile was headed for St. Petersburg.

Petersburg would only be the first in the long list of hits. Tokyo would go later and then the whole island of Japan would be destroyed. That was of course if his demands were not met.

With the intial threat the government would only laugh. No news of it would spread to the press or other organizations. No, countries were not smart enough for warning the press.That was of course unless you were talking about the United States. The United States were very superstitous when it came to threats and a press conference would be held if there was ever a threat of Nuclear Warfare. The people of the country would then begin to fear for their lives. Until the Army went in and suppressed the problem and elliminated it the citizens would not begin to be unwary.

Of course, why would he want to bomb his base of operations?

Trevalyn's resurection hadn't been easy. When one of his operatives had found his totalled body hanging limply from a charred shelf the healing process began. It took a full five years before he had found use of his legs, and another three before he could again build muscle. Even today he still felt pain in his back every now and again. But it was nothing to worry about. He no longer needed to run around firing weapons. Now he just had to command and let his grunts do the dirty work. He just had to sit back and watch his enemies fall. Watch them fall and them watch them be crushed like bugs. First on his list was James Bond. 007 would meet his end when the disc was opened.

Alec laughed, he would meet his end when the nuclear device in the disc was opened. Then he wouldn't have to worry about any of the MI6 agents.