Chapter 4

(A/N: I cannot tell you guys how psyched I am. Not only is this fic on the road to becoming more popular than Love in the Land of the Rising Son, but in about nine or ten days, I'm going to China!!! I hope to finish this story before I go, because I'll be gone for at least 17 days. Anyway, enjoy. Read and Review.)

Casper High, Amity Park

The next day at school, Danny had trouble concentrating. His thoughts were on that armored psycho who tried to kill him the night before. He finally got around to tell Sam and Tucker the whole story around lunch. "So let me get this straight," said Sam, "You just defeated Skulker, and this guy in robotic armor suddenly appears and drops you on your ass?" "That's pretty much it," replied Danny, sullenly.

Later, Sam and Tucker watched Danny while he participated in the one extracurricular activity that he excelled at: Fencing. The class had opened shortly after the semester began, and was taught by an Italian immigrant named Guido Andolini, a man who, despite nearing 70 years old, had the strength and calisthenic fitness of an adolescent gorilla.

When class was over, Danny, Sam, and Tucker were surprised to see a parked Aston Martin DBS in front of the school. Bond stepped out of the vehicle and said, "I thought you might like a ride home, Danny." In the process of being introduced to James, Sam suddenly noticed that he had a strange scar on his left hand. It was carved in the form of the Cyrillic letter Ш (SH). She made a mental note to have Tucker do a search on the significance of that particular character.

An anonymous alley, Amity Park

Meanwhile, two shadowy figures, conversing quietly in German, exchanged information and money. "So, Herr Zahl, was haben Sie für mich heute?" asked the first man, hidden by his tightly-drawn cloak. The other, dressed as a hobo, handed some pictures to the first man and replied, "Ich machte diese photos gestern. Bond reiste alleine in einen Zustand der kunst Aston Martin DBS. Zum besten meines Wissens, wird er ohne Kampfmittel über seinem üblichen Walther PPK hinaus besessen."

The first man, smiling wolfishly, reached into his pocket and handed Mr. Number a thick wad of hundred dollar bills. Mr. Number counted his money and left quickly. The cloaked man said to himself, "My partner overestimates the great James Bond, going on a mission without any equipment or allies."

The financial district, Amity Park

It was 9:00 p.m., and Danny was on patrol. The stranger he had fought the previous night had put him on guard, and he was careful to land every thousand feet and scan his environment for nasty surprises. Suddenly, one came. Danny leapt out of range just seconds before a thermite grenade went off behind him. In a perfectly controlled fall, Danny maneuvered under 007 and destroyed the board he was flying on, forcing 007 to use his slightly less maneuverable boot-jets.

"Well," said 007 in his flat, mechanical voice, "You've got some very good moves for a Yankee. Especially a young one, but you're no match for my 25 years of experience." "Maybe not," said Danny caustically, "but I'll be DAMNED before I let you stick me in a cage for the rest of my life!" 007 shot forward and rammed his head into Danny's chest, knocking him against a building.

Danny's eyes began to glow with the anger of a cornered tiger. He quickly pushed off and soared at his attacker, firing a supercharged Ghost Ray that knocked 007 clean through the wall of a building and several cubicles. Just as he stood to fight back, Danny let loose with his ice-beams at 007, freezing him in a solid block of ice. "Well," said Danny, panting, "That's taken care of."

However, he was wrong. 007's suit began to automatically draw more energy from its nuclear-powered core, and the intense heat weakened the ice enough for him to burst out, disorienting Danny long enough to do a quick systems check: His missile launchers were empty, and he lacked the power to use his wrist-blasters. His tri-polymer swords had cracked, and he didn't have his seismic mace. That left him with only one option: hand-to-hand combat, which would be difficult in his heavy suit.

Flying forward, 007 did exactly what Danny WASN'T expecting: He punched him hard in the stomach, knocking him onto a rooftop. Danny was tired of this, and his rage began to grow. He tried to use his Ghostly Wail, but found that he couldn't. Suddenly, he felt all his power flowing down his arm and into his hand. Getting an idea, Danny flew at 007 and just before his fist impacted, he released all the energy into one devastating punch, the impact of which cracked his armor and left him almost unable to move.

Bond lay on the ground, unable to move, and Danny was coming at him quickly. He quickly sent a mental order to the armor to divert all flying and combat power to moving. "It's over, 007," said Danny standing over him, "now, let's see what you look like." Before Danny could kneel and remove the mask, Bond reached for his Walther (hidden in a secret holster), drew it, and, with Danny at point-blank, fired.

(A/N: Sorry to leave with a cliffhanger, but I wanted to leave you guys REALLY wanting more.)

TO BE CONTINUED.