Chapter 10: High-speed Combat
James Bond sat quietly in the back seat of a five person car. Two hired thugs, acting as guards, sat on either side of him with another driving. Other vehicles roared past the small red car as it crossed the Brooklyn Bridge. Bond didn't say a word, for underneath his tongue lay the keys to his handcuffs. Alexandra Pallas had left during the night, worked out an escape plan, and gotten Ryan Manners to back off. This meant that it was up to Bond how he wanted to make his getaway. Stealthily he brought his handcuffs up to his mouth, using his tongue to push the key upward so he could hold it in between his teeth. His eyes quickly darted upward making sure Felix's CIA surveillance van wasn't too far behind them. Upon confirmation Leiter was in place Bond unlocked the cuffs.
The henchman sitting to the right of Bond was completely caught off guard when his head was smashed into the nearby window by Double-Oh-Seven's elbow. In a swift movement James temporarily incapacitated the man to his right and drew the Desert Eagle protruding from his waist. He then aimed it at the most immediate threat, the former gang member to his left, and shot the man in the heart, instantly killing him. By this time the driver had drawn his MAC 10 submachine gun and was firing at James through his seat. Double-Oh-Seven managed to cleanly slide away from a spray of bullets and fired a shot back. Demolishing the man's head and causing his body to slump forward, his foot still on the gas. The vehicle began to rapidly increase speed and veer to the side, which would eventually result in it flying off the bridge. Bond swiftly opened up the left back door and grabbed a hold of the deceased gunman in the seat next to it. With proper timing Bond could jump out and use the dead body to take most of the impact for him. The highway zipped by underneath the car and Double-Oh-Seven was about to jump when he was violently pulled back by the now conscious thug to his right. The man pulled Bond up against him with his elbow pushing against the spy's throat, choking him. The Desert Eagle fell on to the floor of the car, out of reach. Scrambling for some means of escape Bond's arms reached behind his current captor and released the door behind them. In a last ditch effort the British spy pushed backwards into his opponent with all his might, sending them both out of the speeding car. The hired thug hit the ground with a crack, breaking his spine as he hit the ground. Bond rolled off of him, slightly injuring himself, but nothing too devastating. The speeding vehicle kept onward, eventually breaking through a barrier and sailing off the Brooklyn Bridge and into the water.
The CIA surveillance van came to a sudden stop and Leiter and another agent bolted out of it to help up his friend.
"You okay James?" he asked concerned, picking up his hurt friend.
"No time for that now Felix," Bond suddenly stopped to take a breath. "Tom Gallagher is planning to place explosives on each one of the people he has meeting the 19 chosen CEOs," Bond gasped upon finishing. In no time at all the other CIA operative whipped out his cell phone and called his superiors. After a long call the man informed James and Felix that the FBI would be on their way to Gallagher's building. The three made their way back into dark van and the driver began driving towards the nearest hospital.
"There's one more thing you should know Felix," Bond exclaimed as he lay on the floor of the van
"What is it James?" Leiter asked, crouched down beside his friend.
"One of your agents, a man named Ryan Manners, is actually a spy working for Tom Gallagher." Leiter stood still for a moment and then shook his head in disbelief.
"Actually James that's impossible,"
"And why's that?"
"The boys and I got a message from Langley a couple days ago. Bond, Ryan Manners is dead."