2.
James
Bond, driving to M16 in his blue Bentley, thought about his morning. He was
woken up in the middle of his sleep by an urgent phone call by M, head of the
British Secret Service. " We have something a bit urgent, and we require
you at once", M had said crustily into the red telephone. Now, going to
work with no breakfast but a buttered roll he was able to grab from his
housekeeper, May. May seemed to be in a terrible mood and started to lecture
Bond about how it was unhealthy to be up and about that early. Bond yelled,
"Shut-up and go to bed, what I do is my business!," and that was the
end of that. Now feeling like crap, Bond reached into his pocket, pulled out a
cigarette , lit it, and breathed the smoke deep into his lungs, each breath
even more sinful than the last.
Finally
he reached his destination, and he parked his Bentley into the empty parking
lot, and led himself into the building he had seen so many times. As usual, M's
secretary, Moneypenny, was typing away at her desk. A strand of her soft, red
hair flopped against her face and she pushed it back with her palm. She looked
up from her typing and cried out, "James! Its about time, we've been
calling for you for about an hour!"
Bond
glared into her eyes, "Don't pull this crap on me today, Penny. I'm having
enough trouble getting here as it is now. I've had a poor sleep and a terrible
breakfast, so I'm not in the mood for it today, do u understand me?"
Moneypenny glared at Bond, but then continued with her work.
From
there Moneypenny said nothing except to give Bond clearance to enter M's
office.
Like
always, M was sitting at his desk smoking his pipe and reading his memos with
that sour frown on his face. Bond said softly, "good morning sir!"
The
old man looked up from his work, his frown grew deeper, "Where have you
been 007, I've been calling for you for at least a hour or so!"[ Bond's
anger grew intensely, but he knew to shut-up and replied, "It'll never
happen again, sir!"]
M
grunted and said, "Anyway, something big seems to have come up. We've been
spotting heroin being massly smuggled from the US to Europe and then to all
over the world"
Bonds
face grew into disbelief, "Sir, If this smuggling route is starting in the
US, isn't it the American's problem?"
M
replied, "Yes, it is, but he problem is that they don't know how the Drugs
are being shipped overseas, and how they get into America in the first place.
The CIA asked for a little help on this. Once we find out how they are doing
this, we can flush out the whole operation"
Bond
asked, "And exactly where will I be going?"
"We
suspect the dealer to be funding the whole operation from the New York area.
We've noticed most of the heroin shipments being from this region"
Well
I'll be damned, Bond thought, a whole smuggling operation being funded in New
York where a fairly small amount of heroin can be sold for over $10,000,000!
"You'll
be working with Edward Drake, your old friend!"
Of
course, Eddie! The replaced Felix Leiter, Bond's old friend, when he resigned
from the CIA! At least there was going to be be a speck of joy in this mission.
M
said spoke softly, "Your booked for a flight in an hour, don't be
late"