You Can't Have It All
Prologue:
Somewhere in the Atlantic Ocean, closer to Angola than anyplace else, near the middle of the night. A covert operation starts to take place. Earlier, a ruthless individual had been made very mad when the power committee of the Middle East turned him down. Dimithar Kenusekey had tried to make a grant with the committee to convert some of the power that the McBethian Dam took in, to light up his felicity.
But tonight, Dimithar had an idea to start a plan. He had hoped to get his way at any rate. He came in a transport ship designed for the loading and unloading of goods to a rather large establishment somewhat fifty miles east of the African country of Angola and was surrounded by water. Most of the attention of his solders was on that side of the docks when he arrived, so no one saw the dark figure climb up the other side. It was a man with dark hair, suspicious looking eyes, and a hidden charm for ladies.
He made his way through the cargo depot and came to a halt just as a guard came around the corner. He was a young guard, and he just stood there at what could be a spy. Finally coming to sense he threw his gun up as soon as he realized what was going on. "Who are you," he asked, in a German accent.
"Bond… James Bond," the other replied casually. And then the guard was shot in the stomach with a tranquilizer dart that appeared to come from the inside of the man's sleeve. That little device came in handy whenever he used it. Once, he had used it to clip wires. It had saved his life on that assignment, and on this one it had proved to be another brilliant use of man-hours that took to make it.
This mission was different. Bond had to go to the Atlantic because someone had cried wolf. And whether or not there was a wolf was what Bond will try to discover. The tip came in from an apparent contact in Russia and MI6 had wasted no time in sending an investigator to look in.
On the other side of the docks, the ship had landed and Kenusekey was overseeing the loading of the utility crates. One of his guards came up to him and whispered in his ear. "I think we have a breach, sir. What should we do?"
Dimithar thought about it for a minute, sighed, and ordered the guard to annihilate the breach. "We can't afford to rouse up the workers here so keep it quiet," he said to his companion. The one beside Dimithar had on a golden uniform with patches of purple in places, and was wearing a purple helmet that had an armor flap that came down over the golden manufactured eyepiece. Around his waist he wore a belt of abnormal grenades, and also had an unnatural gun strapped to his back. For summery, he looked inhuman. As soon as Dimithar gave the order, the companion rushed off after the guard.
James Bond was now on top of a crate, overlooking the hunting guards. They were spread out among the rest of the tall crates and when one came right below him, James jumped off of the crate and knocked the guard out. He then opened a hatch on the dock's surface, and threw the German in. Afterward, James got in himself and crawled, upside down, along the bottom of the docks.
This set of docks was about ten times the size of an oil drilling plant, and was very hard to cover in a short amount of time, but James could pass by and surprise a few guards at the same time. However, the inhuman person was not surprised. He opened the nearest egress hatch and jumped out in to the ocean. Bond noticed that he had a close pursuer and tried to pick up the pace, but the pursuer was up to him in no time. James had busted an egress hatch, and climbed through as the pursuer reached out to get him. Bond then shut the hatch causing a large amount of pain to rush to the other's fingers. "That wasn't quite smashing, but it will have to do for now," replied Bond humorously.
"Very funny you stupid spy," said a voice behind him, "You should try coming to one of my steak outs; you would be very hot."
James turned around thinking he was caught, but to his surprise there was only one guard, and he was holding a very small pistol. "I believe you're terribly mistaken, sir. I have the better side of things," Bond replied. After that, he whistled and the watch he was wearing had an activated magnetism. It wasn't strong, but it could pull the gun out of the guard's hand and into his own. "I'm just here for the joy ride," replied Bond again, "And by the way things are, you are to."
Off in the distance you could hear the deep whine as the ship's horn was blown to recognize that the boat was loaded. Bond shot the guard while the horn was blowing to "keep quiet" and rushed to the packaging center of the docks to plant the mines he was equip with. Other than the dart shooter and the magnetic watch, Q had packed James a toothbrush that could cut through bars and a jetpack with enclosed wings. James couldn't see how he could have used the jetpack because he had a boat. But… it was on the other side of the docks! He hadn't realized how he was going to get back to his boat.
But, now, that was the least of his worries. Now he had to figure out how he was going to get to the ship. "Always for the mission" he kept telling himself.
After breaking through the door, Bond made use of the rest of the time he had. He carefully placed the mines in the most unnoticed spot on the conveyer belt motor that ran out to a forklift. Then, keeping up with time, he sneaked through the rest of the room and stepped through a door after listening for any sounds on the other side. He found himself in what appeared to be a locker room with windows. Bond looked out one of them and saw Kenusekey, and saw that golden suited person giving a report to Kenusekey, and saw a bunch of guards, and also saw a truck. It was a green and gray troop transporter currently being used to transport weapons, explosives, and ammo to the ship. There was no driver and it was fully loaded.
James Bond left the rest of the mines in the locker room, took a solder's uniform, and went out the door. He walked a fastly pace toward the truck, and got in. The truck was already cranked up and running fine.
Kenusekey was talking to the ship's commander, "-and I think we should be able to…to. What is that truck doing?" There were many cry-outs as the truck ran down the access block and ran up the plank to the garage door of the ship. Before the truck was gone, the nylon cloth top came off and James blew into the air, wings spreading out of the jetpack while the guards shot at them.
The truck crashed inside of the ship and hit a "hot spot" only to become a large explosion. An activator ringed out on Bond's watch and the mines in the packaging center blew up.
Kenusekey didn't think it would happen so fast but he was still mad. "Why? Why did it have to be the secret service? Why," he asked as 007 flew away.
End of Prologue