The news headlines read: St. Petersburg Hit by Nuclear Explosive Millions Killed, Where Did It Come From? Devastating Nuclear Attack On Russia; the pictures showed gravel piles the size of mountains, and destroyed bodies stacked high.

Trevalyn put down the newspapers and brought the mug of coffee to his mouth and drained it. All he had to say to St. Petersburg's destruction was Russia should have appeased him. Either that or stayed wary.

Alec stood and walked to the window still holding his mug. The government of Japan would also get a taste of a nuclear explosive. Just as soon as he could demand something from them, get rejected, and throw them a threat. Oh and then there was the problem of finding a new missile. He had control of the American silo but still lacked another missile. Well his men would work on that.

He walked back to his desk put the mug down and picked up the phone before hitting a button. The phone began to ring. He laughed at the thought of being one of the only men in the world to have Japan on speed dial.



Wesley Wilson ran up to entrance to the Israeli missile silo a team of five behind him each armed with AK47's. One of his team members ran to the high security door attached a small explosive and ran back in his place behind Wilson. The door exploded revealing two very surprised guards both armed with Uzi's. Wesley let three bullets fly from his gun, each one of them hitting the first guard in the head causing a cloud of red and pink to spray from the back of it.

The second guard had time to bring his Uzi up before three more similarly aimed bullets killed him. Wilson waved his team into the silo. When Wilson finally entered the silo he realized the explosion had triggered an alarm. Four more ran down the hall in answer to the alarm. Two of Wilson's men mowed them down with their AK's. "You two," he said pointing to two of his team, "Go around that way meet us on the other side."

The two nodded and ran down the hall pointed out to them. "You," he said pointing to another, "Stay by the door and make sure more don't arrive. Got it."

"Got it!" the man replied.

"And you follow me."

United States President Frank Harris sat at his desk taking a breather from his press conference minutes before. The phone on his desk rang. He picked it up. "Hello."

"Mr. President the Israeli Ambassador is on the other line, says he has something important to ask of you."

"Thanks Diane, put him on."

"Yes sir."

It would be a long day if Israel already to talk to him. Peace talks, he thought to himself with a sigh. A voice came on seconds later.

"Mr. President, we are having a crisis at one of our Nuclear Warhead Silo's. Our NWS was reportedly attacked about fifteen minutes ago. We have reasons to believe they are trying to steal are missile."

"Holy Shit."

Torrance answered his cell phone after the third ring. He and Bond were down in Q's lab looking at different gadgets. The two didn't really connect the way partners should but they could stand each other. Maybe it would just take time.

"Hello," Martin said into the receiver.

"Torrance, Israeli Missile site attacked."

"Frank!?"

"Yeah it's me. I want you to go and stop it. You're the calvary."

"When?"

"I got a chopper coming to the MI6 headquarters to pick you up. He'll be there in five minutes. Lock and load. Casualties are not a problem."

"Yes sir."

"Who was it," Bond asked seconds later.

"The President. You up for a trip to Israel."

Wilson continued his run down the hall only stopping when from one of the launch room's two guards came. The first must've had great reflexes because he had enough time to fire off a stream of bullets before his head split in half. The second was a relative newbie because he tried to run back into the room when his friend bit the dust. To late for him though, he hit the ground when he got a bullet in his back. Both died from Wesley's gun, he realized. He turned to his companion and found the man bleeding on the ground his hand clasped over his stomach. The adrenaline of the skirmish must have muted out the poor bastard's moans because Wilson hadn't even noticed.

His name was Charley Murray, and he was on the floor dying. To bad, Wilson thought lowering his AK, Chuck always was helpful. He put his AK to Murray's head and pulled the trigger. A wounded soldier was a useless soldier.

In front of Wilson was a double door that seemed to lead up. He advanced. The doors burst open and more Israeli guards came out. Two seemed to be the patrol number, in Israel. Wilson paid no attention to aiming and instead slammed the trigger down and waved the sub-machine gun back and forth.

Bullets cut into the Israeli's dropping them to the ground with numerous holes in their midriff. They fell like a puppet while its strings were being cut, and even this didn't stop Wilson from raining hell. The thing that stopped him was the solemn click of his empty weapon. He walked to the dead guards dropped his AK and picked up the two Uzi's. He then searched the two for any extra ammo. He found four clips.

He walked through the double doors and headed up.



The helicopter landed about fifty feet away from Silo. Bond stood up and climbed followed closely by the annoying Yank. The boy liked it stirred. Well tastes were one thing but style of language was another. The kid had no idea what the hell he was ever talking about.

The mission was the main problem now though and the Yank would just have to work with Bond's style of doing things.

Marshall was his name. He had no remembrance of parents so he didn't use a Surname. He was just Marshall.

He stood at the door to the Silo, a waiting something to happen. He knew it wouldn't, he always got the boring part of the job. 'Make sure nobody comes,' was what he always had to do.

He could make something out in the distance. Two dark figures. Probably just wishful thinking, he thought to himself. A sound like a sort like a high musical ding issued from the darkness. The sound of the nine- millimeter slug hitting Marshall's head made more sound the ding and a lot less of a mess.