CHAPTER THREE
4:00 PM
After the taxi dropped Bond at the hotel, he paid the fair and walked
inside. He walked up to the front desk and said, "I believe you have a
reservation for Adam Chance."
The clerk answered, "Yes, of course, Mr. Chance. Would you mind
signing the ledger while I get your key?"
Bond picked up the pen and signed "Adam Chance". A few seconds
later, the clerk returned and handed Bond his key.
"Mr. Chance, you will be staying in the president's suite."
The clerk motioned toward a bellhop. The young man walked over to
the desk.
"If you would give Andrew your bags, he will be happy to carry them
for you and show you to your room."
"Actually, the airline lost my luggage. However, they assured me it
would be arriving sometime this evening.", Bond replied.
Of course, this was a lie. Bond's luggage was still sitting in the cab of the
man who had unsuccessfully tried to abduct him. However, it didn't
really bother him. As soon as he was in his room, he would place a call
to Station M and have them deliever everything he needed. He told the
desk clerk that he could find the room by himself and walked to the
elevator.
Once he was alone in his room, he removed a tiny device from his
pocket. He flicked the switch to "on" and began to walk around the
room. The device that he held in his hand was a tiny bug detector. If
there was any listening devices in his room, the bug detector would find
it. It did not detect any bugs however, so Bond knew it was safe to
speak. He walked over to the phone beside his bed and attached a
phone scrambler to it as a precaution. His room may not be bugged, but
he could not be sure about the hotel's phone lines. Once the scrambler
was properly attached to the phone, he dialed the number for Station
M. The voice on the other end of the line asked for his code name.
He said, "Predator."
In a few minutes, a man's voice said, "Hello, Predator, this is Station M.
What do you need?"
Bond explained his situation and what had happened to his luggage. He
told them that his gun had been hidden in a secret compartment in his
suitcase so that it wouldn't set off metal detectors at the airport.
Therefore, he would require some clothes, as well as a gun, a holster,
and a couple of items that Q had demonstrated for him at MI6. The
agent at Station M asked his sizes as well as his preference concerning
guns. Bond told him his sizes and asked for his favorite gun, a Walther
PPK. The agent told him that he would see what he could do and that
Bond should expect the requested items sometime that evening.
Sure enough, his "luggage" arrived at approximatly 7:30. Once they
were delievered to his room, Bond emptied the bags, hanging the suits
and shirts in the closet. He then removed the false bottom from the
suitcase and extracted the gun, a holster, a pair of shoes and a necktie.
He was happy to see that his new gun was indeed a Walther PPK.
He examined the shoes and the tie, thinking back to when Major
Boothroyd, head of Q branch and affectionatly known as Q, had
explained how to use them in his lab at MI6.
Their conversation had begun the way many of their conversations had
over the years, with Q saying, "Now pay attention 007. These shoes are
not only comfortable, they also carry a weapon."
He removed the heel of the right shoe to reveal a small gun.
Bond said, "Congratulations Q! I believe this is your greatest invention
ever. You've developed a gun for Mickey Mouse."
Q responded, "Oh grow up 007! Now, listen. This is a Derringer. We
found that too often, agents were ending up weaponless. This was
causing too many casualties in the field. Therefore, we developed this
gun. It carries two shots. Also, as long as it is hidden in your heel, it
cannot be detected by metal detectors. The heel of the left shoe contains
24 spare bullets to reload with."
"What are two bullets going to do, Q?", Bond asked.
"Kill two people if you're a good shot, and I know you are."
"Well, then, I suppose these shoes will take care of any heels that I run
into."
Q ignored the comment, and said, "Anyway, this tie is not only stylish
but it also contains a set of lock picks in the seams which can open 99%
of the world's locks. To get to the picks, all you need to do is pull on the
tag. The seams will begin to unravel, revealing the lock picks. What do
you say to that, 007?"
Bond grinned and said, "I'd say I'm fit to be tied."
"Really, 007! I may have a few more things completed in near future. if I
think you can use them and return them in prestine working order, I'll
send them to you."
Bonds thoughts drifted from his encounter with Q to the problem at
hand. He called room service and ordered a plate of scrambled eggs
and a bottle of wine. While he was waiting for his food, he took two
showers; a steaming hot one followed by an ice cold one. He found that
this always refreshed him and helped him think. He stepped out of the
shower and dried himself on a rough hotel towel. He wrapped the towel
around his waist and stepped into the main room of his suite. He had
just finished dressing in a pair of undershorts and a terry-cloth robe
when there was a knock on the door. His food had arrived.
He found to his dismay that the eggs were runny but was delighted by
the excellent vintage of the wine. As he ate, he considered what he had
seen earlier in the day concerning the kidnappings. When the cabbie had
tried to abduct him, it had seemed like he was trying to take him to an
old building near the market. Bond had two options. He could try and
storm the building tomorrow; but that would certainly lead to shooting
and Bond didn't want to face a whole army by himself. His other option
was to allow himself to captured, knowing that they would be looking
for wealthy, white, British men. This seemed like the more logical
approach. As far as they knew, he was just a tourist. By letting them
kidnap him, he could infiltrate their ranks and find out what their plans
were. Then, he could use the lock picks in his tie to escape and report
his findings to M. M would then send in a special missions force to
round up the kidnappers and the mission would be over. Well, he was
content that a plan had come together. He slipped the Walther under his
pillow and laid down. As he drifted off to sleep that night only one thing
bothered him; he didn't have to look for them tomorrow, they would be
looking for him.
4:00 PM
After the taxi dropped Bond at the hotel, he paid the fair and walked
inside. He walked up to the front desk and said, "I believe you have a
reservation for Adam Chance."
The clerk answered, "Yes, of course, Mr. Chance. Would you mind
signing the ledger while I get your key?"
Bond picked up the pen and signed "Adam Chance". A few seconds
later, the clerk returned and handed Bond his key.
"Mr. Chance, you will be staying in the president's suite."
The clerk motioned toward a bellhop. The young man walked over to
the desk.
"If you would give Andrew your bags, he will be happy to carry them
for you and show you to your room."
"Actually, the airline lost my luggage. However, they assured me it
would be arriving sometime this evening.", Bond replied.
Of course, this was a lie. Bond's luggage was still sitting in the cab of the
man who had unsuccessfully tried to abduct him. However, it didn't
really bother him. As soon as he was in his room, he would place a call
to Station M and have them deliever everything he needed. He told the
desk clerk that he could find the room by himself and walked to the
elevator.
Once he was alone in his room, he removed a tiny device from his
pocket. He flicked the switch to "on" and began to walk around the
room. The device that he held in his hand was a tiny bug detector. If
there was any listening devices in his room, the bug detector would find
it. It did not detect any bugs however, so Bond knew it was safe to
speak. He walked over to the phone beside his bed and attached a
phone scrambler to it as a precaution. His room may not be bugged, but
he could not be sure about the hotel's phone lines. Once the scrambler
was properly attached to the phone, he dialed the number for Station
M. The voice on the other end of the line asked for his code name.
He said, "Predator."
In a few minutes, a man's voice said, "Hello, Predator, this is Station M.
What do you need?"
Bond explained his situation and what had happened to his luggage. He
told them that his gun had been hidden in a secret compartment in his
suitcase so that it wouldn't set off metal detectors at the airport.
Therefore, he would require some clothes, as well as a gun, a holster,
and a couple of items that Q had demonstrated for him at MI6. The
agent at Station M asked his sizes as well as his preference concerning
guns. Bond told him his sizes and asked for his favorite gun, a Walther
PPK. The agent told him that he would see what he could do and that
Bond should expect the requested items sometime that evening.
Sure enough, his "luggage" arrived at approximatly 7:30. Once they
were delievered to his room, Bond emptied the bags, hanging the suits
and shirts in the closet. He then removed the false bottom from the
suitcase and extracted the gun, a holster, a pair of shoes and a necktie.
He was happy to see that his new gun was indeed a Walther PPK.
He examined the shoes and the tie, thinking back to when Major
Boothroyd, head of Q branch and affectionatly known as Q, had
explained how to use them in his lab at MI6.
Their conversation had begun the way many of their conversations had
over the years, with Q saying, "Now pay attention 007. These shoes are
not only comfortable, they also carry a weapon."
He removed the heel of the right shoe to reveal a small gun.
Bond said, "Congratulations Q! I believe this is your greatest invention
ever. You've developed a gun for Mickey Mouse."
Q responded, "Oh grow up 007! Now, listen. This is a Derringer. We
found that too often, agents were ending up weaponless. This was
causing too many casualties in the field. Therefore, we developed this
gun. It carries two shots. Also, as long as it is hidden in your heel, it
cannot be detected by metal detectors. The heel of the left shoe contains
24 spare bullets to reload with."
"What are two bullets going to do, Q?", Bond asked.
"Kill two people if you're a good shot, and I know you are."
"Well, then, I suppose these shoes will take care of any heels that I run
into."
Q ignored the comment, and said, "Anyway, this tie is not only stylish
but it also contains a set of lock picks in the seams which can open 99%
of the world's locks. To get to the picks, all you need to do is pull on the
tag. The seams will begin to unravel, revealing the lock picks. What do
you say to that, 007?"
Bond grinned and said, "I'd say I'm fit to be tied."
"Really, 007! I may have a few more things completed in near future. if I
think you can use them and return them in prestine working order, I'll
send them to you."
Bonds thoughts drifted from his encounter with Q to the problem at
hand. He called room service and ordered a plate of scrambled eggs
and a bottle of wine. While he was waiting for his food, he took two
showers; a steaming hot one followed by an ice cold one. He found that
this always refreshed him and helped him think. He stepped out of the
shower and dried himself on a rough hotel towel. He wrapped the towel
around his waist and stepped into the main room of his suite. He had
just finished dressing in a pair of undershorts and a terry-cloth robe
when there was a knock on the door. His food had arrived.
He found to his dismay that the eggs were runny but was delighted by
the excellent vintage of the wine. As he ate, he considered what he had
seen earlier in the day concerning the kidnappings. When the cabbie had
tried to abduct him, it had seemed like he was trying to take him to an
old building near the market. Bond had two options. He could try and
storm the building tomorrow; but that would certainly lead to shooting
and Bond didn't want to face a whole army by himself. His other option
was to allow himself to captured, knowing that they would be looking
for wealthy, white, British men. This seemed like the more logical
approach. As far as they knew, he was just a tourist. By letting them
kidnap him, he could infiltrate their ranks and find out what their plans
were. Then, he could use the lock picks in his tie to escape and report
his findings to M. M would then send in a special missions force to
round up the kidnappers and the mission would be over. Well, he was
content that a plan had come together. He slipped the Walther under his
pillow and laid down. As he drifted off to sleep that night only one thing
bothered him; he didn't have to look for them tomorrow, they would be
looking for him.