CHAPTER FOUR
In the morning Bond arose, showering briskly, slipping into a light
cotton suit. He picked up the phone ordering a light continental
breakfast and a pot of hot coffee.
Bond put the Walther into his holster and was about to slip it on
when there was a gentle knock at the door. He threw the holstered gun
onto the bed and opened the door.
Instead of room service he saw a big gorilla of a man standing there
with a gun in his hands. Before Bond could react he heard a silenced
shot and felt a sharp pain in his left side. He staggered back as a
second shot was fired. Bond felt numb and slipped to the floor as he
started to lose consciousness.
When Bond awoke, he thought he was at home, in bed, but then he
remembered the hotel. But no hotel bed would give him a stiff back. He
sat up and looked around. This was the slave ring jail cell!
How did he get here? Who was he abducted by? He needed to find some answers,
fast.
There was another fellow in there with him. He looked a good deal like
Bond, but had a beard and mustache. Anyway, it was time to open the
door. It was a good thing Bond was still wearing his clothes, but why
hadn't he been searched? He thanked God that his luck had held that
far.
He took the lock picks out of his tie and walked to the door of the dark
cell. After messing with the lock, he heard a "click", and he got behind
where the door would swing to. It opened, and the guard, obviously
thinking only one was in the cell, took the man out. After the sound of
footsteps had died down, Bond crept out.
It was a dingy old hallway, and there was a window to look out of,
covered with thick steel bars of course. He walked to it and looked out.
A horrible scene spread before his eyes. All over men were being
forced to cut rocks and test their strength. They were then put into three
sections, according to strength. He could see they suspected nothing,
and wouldn't miss one prisoner.
He carefully, went down another hallway, expecting a door out
somewhere. He finally came to one, and opened it. And there, facing
him, were 2 giant guards, blocking the doorway, and beating Bond's
cellmate. "Well Q, I hope you were right!", Bond said as he pulled his
gun out of his shoe and nailed the 2 guards in the head, using 1 bullet
each. He ran to the man and told him, "Tell no one about me, and I
promise you, you will be rescued!"
Bond couldn't tell what the man would do, but he had no choice. Bond
ran and reloaded his gun as the sound of more guards came behind him.
They couldn't know he was there! He spotted a door and quickly
unlocked it with his locks picks. He then stepped outside.
He saw he was back on the city streets, and could easily blend in with
the crowd to escape. Yes! He had succesfully escaped! As he walked
back to his hotel room, he heard a familiar voice from behind:
"Hello Bond, it's me." Bond turned to see Mr. White.
In the morning Bond arose, showering briskly, slipping into a light
cotton suit. He picked up the phone ordering a light continental
breakfast and a pot of hot coffee.
Bond put the Walther into his holster and was about to slip it on
when there was a gentle knock at the door. He threw the holstered gun
onto the bed and opened the door.
Instead of room service he saw a big gorilla of a man standing there
with a gun in his hands. Before Bond could react he heard a silenced
shot and felt a sharp pain in his left side. He staggered back as a
second shot was fired. Bond felt numb and slipped to the floor as he
started to lose consciousness.
When Bond awoke, he thought he was at home, in bed, but then he
remembered the hotel. But no hotel bed would give him a stiff back. He
sat up and looked around. This was the slave ring jail cell!
How did he get here? Who was he abducted by? He needed to find some answers,
fast.
There was another fellow in there with him. He looked a good deal like
Bond, but had a beard and mustache. Anyway, it was time to open the
door. It was a good thing Bond was still wearing his clothes, but why
hadn't he been searched? He thanked God that his luck had held that
far.
He took the lock picks out of his tie and walked to the door of the dark
cell. After messing with the lock, he heard a "click", and he got behind
where the door would swing to. It opened, and the guard, obviously
thinking only one was in the cell, took the man out. After the sound of
footsteps had died down, Bond crept out.
It was a dingy old hallway, and there was a window to look out of,
covered with thick steel bars of course. He walked to it and looked out.
A horrible scene spread before his eyes. All over men were being
forced to cut rocks and test their strength. They were then put into three
sections, according to strength. He could see they suspected nothing,
and wouldn't miss one prisoner.
He carefully, went down another hallway, expecting a door out
somewhere. He finally came to one, and opened it. And there, facing
him, were 2 giant guards, blocking the doorway, and beating Bond's
cellmate. "Well Q, I hope you were right!", Bond said as he pulled his
gun out of his shoe and nailed the 2 guards in the head, using 1 bullet
each. He ran to the man and told him, "Tell no one about me, and I
promise you, you will be rescued!"
Bond couldn't tell what the man would do, but he had no choice. Bond
ran and reloaded his gun as the sound of more guards came behind him.
They couldn't know he was there! He spotted a door and quickly
unlocked it with his locks picks. He then stepped outside.
He saw he was back on the city streets, and could easily blend in with
the crowd to escape. Yes! He had succesfully escaped! As he walked
back to his hotel room, he heard a familiar voice from behind:
"Hello Bond, it's me." Bond turned to see Mr. White.