Part 1:
The Swiss Alps are always beautiful around skiing season. To look up and see all of those people skiing down the slope is a wonderful sight; especially in the mind of a certain Russian contact agent called Alexander Mason. He was wearing a ski-patroller's uniform, for disguise, and had on a white toboggan. Also, he had a first-aid package on his chest to make him look more like a ski-patroller, and had sunglasses on not just because it was sunny, but also because it was the description that the Prime Minister had given to "Her Majesty's Secret Service". Mason skied slowly down the mountain as to not look too inconspicuous to the other skiers. He saw a person who was wearing a thick black coat. Mason stopped and said, "I think you have frostbite."
The other looked as if he knew what to say. "I'd just rather take two of these and call you in the morning," he replied. This man made it sound mocking.
Alex grunted and then handed the man the first-aid package. "It's nice to see you James," he replied as 007 opened the package and peeped inside.
Inside were a pare of gloves, a new edition British PPK, and a folder with the initials O.H.M.S.S.; witch stands for On Her Majesty's Secret Service. Bond took a look at the papers inside and said, "Looks like I meet M in the Persian Gulf this time. E' ol' chap?"
"I don't make the orders I just relate them, 007," the other replied, "And besides, I probably will be with you on the next mission."
"I'll be looking forward to it." Bond said humorously.
By now the slope was empty. With a quick swipe Alex brushed the snow off of his mushtash and with another quick swipe he lunged off with his skies and moved at a faster pace compared to what he was going at before. Off in the distance, an unseen enemy had witnessed the little meeting, but he wasn't going for Bond. He was going for Mason. There was a gunshot, and another. James could hear them as they zipped by his head.
The assassin was about fifty meters up the mountain and into the brush. He came out on a motorcycle followed by two escorts. They appeared to be German. 007 quickly executed the escort nearest to him with the PPK. It scared the other escort, which plummeted off a big cliff rock to hit a tree. The other had some kind of Japanese insignia that ruled out any possibilities of him being German. But who knows; it could be a cover up.
Mason had noticed the Japanese pursuer, so he tried to lose him by skiing a little faster and jumping over a lone limb that was attached to a dead evergreen tree. The man was smart enough to slide under it sideways.
Bond had started a fight with the German who had apparently lost track of where he was going. So far the only assets to James were his fists and a watch laser because the PPK had been knocked out of his hand. As the German threw him into a tree trunk, James tried to activate his watch laser. But before he could, the other hurled himself toward the trunk. James was caught off-guard and was nearly crushed. "So I'm between a tree and a hard place am I," he commented to distract the man. It didn't work.
About a half of a mile down the slope, Japan had caught up with Russia, and was trying to knock him off course. Mason stuck one of his sticks into the motor of the motorcycle. The chain got jammed and sparks were starting to fly. Then an explosion threw the one on the motorcycle off. Alex kept on going.
Back up on the mountain, Bond had gotten no more than twelve feet from the PPK. It seemed that this battle would never end. "You people never give up do you," James wondered.
The German gave him a "whatever" look and muttered some thing in his own language before he threw Bond over his shoulder.
As James hit his back against the hard ground, he said humorously, "Here's one for the road." Just then, he threw his legs into a lying crouch and upper kicked the German's jaw out of place. That gave him enough time to get his weapon lying on the ground a few feet away and shoot the other man before he got up. "Or one for the slope," he corrected himself as he went back to his hotel.
The noise from the shower had startled Bond as he stepped into the hotel room. All lights were off except for the bathroom lights. Getting the PPK from the inside of his jacket, Bond peeped inside to see what the noise was all about. There was no one in the shower or the bath. At first, he thought that it was a diversion and that someone was in the room, but when she showed herself it seemed to promise a peace. "What are you doing in here?" he asked as she moved to turn the water off.
"I suppose you want to interrogate me. Now that I have intruded into your room." She was wearing a towel robe very loosely on her shoulders.
"The thought had occurred to me. You could have been killed. And we weren't properly introduced yet."
"What a pity," she muttered, "I was beginning to enjoy the silence until you arrived."
"Who are you?" James tried to push on.
"I don't work for anybody, if that's what you want to know. And besides, I have my own body."
"I can see that from here," he said as she took a step toward him, her hand reaching out to caress his arm.
"I don't think you would be safe here," he said as the hand went up his arm to his shoulder blade.
Putting her head forward, she whispered into Bond's ear, "Well I can take care of myself, 007."
"Wait a minute," Bond tried to catch on. But it was too late. The woman dug her sharp fingernails into the pressure spot on the side of his neck, forcing him down and then kneeing him in the forehead.
"See?" she stated as James compensated for the quick trauma, "You already know the difference between good guy and villain: the villain is more powerful."
"What about the other difference?" stumbled Bond as he regained balance. "The one the villain never hears about."
"Good guys always win? Not this time."
"You're sure?" Bond aimed his foot for her stomach, which missed and hit her in the ribs. She stumbled back and tripped into the bathtub. Bond walked to her and pulled her out. "Now what about this difference?"
He was completely caught off guard, despite the heavy wet robe, when she threw her arm around him and pulled his short hair. In which Bond countered by grabbing her arm and throwing her body around him and pushing her out the bathroom door. When she grabbed the doorframe and slung herself into the hall, Bond pined her against the wall right across from the hallway closet.
"Now," he said directly to her face, "You're going to talk."
Slowly, the closet door behind him opened and a dark skinned man stepped out. Bond turned around as the man threw a punch. He missed and instead, knocked the woman out. James grabbed a hold of the man's shirt and threw him onto a table. The legs on it broke and the man was on the floor soon afterward. Bond walked up to him to get a better look at the one who attacked him. He didn't see the other man come out of the closet to hit him on the head with a ski.
When he woke up, he felt like he had a thousand martinis the night before. James opened his eyes and took a long look around. He was on a bed. To his right was a glass door that led out to a balcony. His eyes were still blurry, but it appeared that he was somewhere tropical. To his left was a door that could lead out of the room. In front of him was a mirror with a somewhat odd looking reflection in it.
After sitting up, Bond realized that he wasn't alone. "Good evening 007," a man with a deep computerized voice said.
James stared at the reflection in the mirror as it moved to the side of the bed. The man had on a gold color suit with patches of purple. A purple helmet covered his face and a belt of abnormal grenades was around his waist. He also had an unnatural gun strapped to his back. "I won't introduce myself," he said, "for fear that you may escape."
Bond was searching his memory for the character that matched the description of this man when suddenly it hit him, "Aren't you that-"
"Of course I am Bond. You know perfectly well who I am.
"Well how is ol' Kenusekey," asked Bond trying to be annoying.
"I'm not at liberty to discuss such matters with you Bond. That scandalous stunt you pulled back at the docks really hurt us. You know, you could-"
"Being a double-agent," Bond interrupted, "I have authority to carry out my missions."
The other shot back quickly, "Being a double-agent you could be killed." He took out a PPK and aimed it at James.
"I don't pity you golde. You don't have any ammo in that gun."
"Do you want to try it," said the capturer sarcastically, "Hold still and you can."
He was about to shoot when there was knock at the door. "James? Are you in there," a woman's voice said from behind the door.
"Don't answer," whispered the man, "She might go away."
"James, open this door right now," she said.
"What if she doesn't go away," commented Bond.
"She will," is all the other said then a few moments of silence. "See," he started, "I have always been good at predicting things like tha-"
Before he could finish, the door was busted down. "Moneypenney," cried James, as it was good to see her.
Moneypenney threw up a taser and shot the golden man with an electric shock. It knocked his aim off a little.
James took that opportunity to grab the man's hand for a throw. He was thrown over the bed.
That's the bodyguard of Kenusekey, Shock Zonez," commented Moneypenney as Shock was getting up. He now had the unnatural gun in hand. It looked like a high-powered rifle that was the same color as the person that used it. The barrel started to charge up then a golden, electric bolt flew out of the gun. Since dry wood is a good insulator, Bond had torn a bedpost off of the bed and hit the bolt away. Before Shock could respond with another shot, James hurled the post at the gun. It backfired with extreme inaccuracy and caused Shock to step back hurriedly in order to control it, unaware that he was stepping through the glass door, onto the balcony and finally off of it.
Something below caught him. It was a jet of some kind, with a glimmering purple. As it left, Shock yelled, "Bond, you haven't seen the last of me." As the jet left, there was a loud crash of glass.
"I'm sure that you will," muttered James to himself.
"We're glad we caught on to the homing device in the gloves you have or we've spent plenty more than ten hours looking or you." Moneypenney started checking the room for any other things that might be intelligence doing.
"Are we in the Caribbean," asked James.
"Actually, James, this hotel was built inside of a bio-dome. You're still in Switzerland."
She finished her search then they went out of the hotel and out of the bio-dome. It was around 8 o'clock, dark out and just had started snowing.
"Should I drive," Bond asked politely.
Moneypenney smiled and shook her head, "No. Q wants her back in one piece."
End of Part 1