CHAPTER 8
Bond awoke and found himself strapped to an operating table. He
looked around and found Forester strapped to the table next to his.
"One of your guards betrayed you. He killed the other one before
capturing me-" Bond started before being interrupted.
"I know that he did! He and Polanoa stormed my house and captured
me, also. He was a plant the entire time. I feel like such a fool," she
snapped. As soon as she finished the doors to the room opened and
Polana and his entourage entered. It included the treacherous guard, a
perverse-looking surgeon, and five of Polanoa's bodyguards.
"Bond, Loveless. I would like to introduce you to Mr. Pahlavi, my real
and loyal second-in-command, and Dr. Krupskova, a former and
indicted KGB assassin. Krupskova, you see, hasn't assassinated anyone
in a long time and I intend to let him do so. He enjoys his work like a
child enjoying candy. He has a record for keeping his victims alive for
exceptional periods of time. He has never failed an assignment for me
ever since I employed him, way back in '89 when the fool Gorbachev
started Glasnost, and he won't start now," Polanoa introduced the key
members of his entourage.
"There is a first time for everything, you know," Bond quipped.
"I know. This will be the first time you've failed, Double-0-Seven,"
Polanoa responded.
"What do you plan to do, Polanoa? Throw our corpses in the ocean? I
guarantee you that four days from now 008 will start where I left off,"
Bond retaliated.
"I shall have to dispose of him as well. I've had enough for one day. You
may begin, Krupskova. Good night and rest in peace for all eternity,"
Polanoa responded to Bond's threat. Krupskova began sharpening his
scalpels and other tools.
"Aren't you suppose to scrub in and administer anesthetics?" Bond
quipped.
"Not when the objective is torture and assassination," Krupskova
remarked callously. He had the gleam in his eyes and the smile on his
face that resembled a child receiving a much coveted present. While
Krupskova busied himself with the tools, Bond banged his watch on the table,
unraveled it, and retrieved the two lock picks he'd stored under the strap.
He immediately set to work on the straps and his escape.
"Start with me, Krupskova. I was the one who pulled the trigger," Bond
attempted to divert Krupskova from "operating" on Forester.
"I would usually ignore you, Bond, but in this case you are quite right,"
Krupskova responded. He approached Bond with the scalpel raised
high and smiling perversely.
"The restraints-" Bond started.
"Are the finest and toughest in the world, so shut up!" Krupskova
interrupted.
"Even so, I managed to pick them," Bond completed his sentence. With
this Bond leapt from the table towards the little Russian surgeon.
Krupskova's eyes and face were contorted by a sudden horror and he
gasped. Bond stormed into action and reached for Krupskova's throat.
The old man was no match for him. Even so, Krupskova landed a well
placed kick in the groin and struggled to release himself. The mad
assassin/surgeon dashed over to a small alarm towards the entrance of
the room. Bond reached for a knife and on the table and threw it
Krupskova. Krupskova froze in place as a animal-like scream died in
his throat. Then the dead assassin crumpled to the floor.
"With surgical precision," Bond quipped. Then he turned his attention to
Forester, who was still strapped to the operating table.
"You were wonderful, James!" she thanked him.
"Don't thank me now," Bond replied. The two of them ran out of the
room before anyone could find them.
The duo of escapees crept along the darkened hallway, searching for
any guards. Seeing that the coast was clear, Bond and Forester raced
over to a pair of large French doors. They were about to continue when
Forester and Bond heard voices coming from inside the room.
"You see, Enrico, we have factions all over the world ready to pay
millions, even billions, to purchase world policy! It is an enormously
profitable market. The first diplomats proved that our current
brainwashing methods were too effective, but now we have a method
that can be considered mind-control. It may begin with just diplomats
but very soon we shall abduct world leaders and even Heads-of-State!"
they heard Pahlavi report in the room.
"Very impressive, Pahlavi. Tell me, when can we expect the raids?"
Polanoa questioned.
"As early as tomorrow afternoon, sir! The buyers will converge here this
Saturday, December eighth. All of the world leaders, and world policy,
will be sold to the highest bidder. They've agreed to our conditions.
When they return the politicos safely, we will get a commissin fee of
their ransom. It's fixed at 15% right now but subject to change at the
final trade. The higher the officials rank, the higher the starting price and
commission. It's impregnable!" Pahlavi finished his report.
"Most impressive. You're dismissed," Polanoa dismissed Pahlavi. Bond
and Forester took this oppurtunity and dashed towards the end of the
hallway and out of the concealed exit. Then they climbed over the walls
and were free.
In his office, Polanoa's telephone began ringing. It was an emergency.
"Yes?" Polanoa answered.
"Sir, Bond and Forester have escaped! Krupskova's dead! They could
be anywhere!" the panicked guard studdered. The worse had
happened, Polanoa thought. Could they know? He reached for his
intercom and contacted Pahlavi.
"Yes?" Pahlavi answered.
"Bond and the girl are gone! I want you to find then and kill them,
understood?" Polanoa ordered.
"Of course, sir!" Pahlavi answered all too eagerly. Polanoa thought that
Pahlavi would have to be eliminated after they had finished. He hung up
and stared into space.
You'll die someday, Bond, Polana thought.
Bond awoke and found himself strapped to an operating table. He
looked around and found Forester strapped to the table next to his.
"One of your guards betrayed you. He killed the other one before
capturing me-" Bond started before being interrupted.
"I know that he did! He and Polanoa stormed my house and captured
me, also. He was a plant the entire time. I feel like such a fool," she
snapped. As soon as she finished the doors to the room opened and
Polana and his entourage entered. It included the treacherous guard, a
perverse-looking surgeon, and five of Polanoa's bodyguards.
"Bond, Loveless. I would like to introduce you to Mr. Pahlavi, my real
and loyal second-in-command, and Dr. Krupskova, a former and
indicted KGB assassin. Krupskova, you see, hasn't assassinated anyone
in a long time and I intend to let him do so. He enjoys his work like a
child enjoying candy. He has a record for keeping his victims alive for
exceptional periods of time. He has never failed an assignment for me
ever since I employed him, way back in '89 when the fool Gorbachev
started Glasnost, and he won't start now," Polanoa introduced the key
members of his entourage.
"There is a first time for everything, you know," Bond quipped.
"I know. This will be the first time you've failed, Double-0-Seven,"
Polanoa responded.
"What do you plan to do, Polanoa? Throw our corpses in the ocean? I
guarantee you that four days from now 008 will start where I left off,"
Bond retaliated.
"I shall have to dispose of him as well. I've had enough for one day. You
may begin, Krupskova. Good night and rest in peace for all eternity,"
Polanoa responded to Bond's threat. Krupskova began sharpening his
scalpels and other tools.
"Aren't you suppose to scrub in and administer anesthetics?" Bond
quipped.
"Not when the objective is torture and assassination," Krupskova
remarked callously. He had the gleam in his eyes and the smile on his
face that resembled a child receiving a much coveted present. While
Krupskova busied himself with the tools, Bond banged his watch on the table,
unraveled it, and retrieved the two lock picks he'd stored under the strap.
He immediately set to work on the straps and his escape.
"Start with me, Krupskova. I was the one who pulled the trigger," Bond
attempted to divert Krupskova from "operating" on Forester.
"I would usually ignore you, Bond, but in this case you are quite right,"
Krupskova responded. He approached Bond with the scalpel raised
high and smiling perversely.
"The restraints-" Bond started.
"Are the finest and toughest in the world, so shut up!" Krupskova
interrupted.
"Even so, I managed to pick them," Bond completed his sentence. With
this Bond leapt from the table towards the little Russian surgeon.
Krupskova's eyes and face were contorted by a sudden horror and he
gasped. Bond stormed into action and reached for Krupskova's throat.
The old man was no match for him. Even so, Krupskova landed a well
placed kick in the groin and struggled to release himself. The mad
assassin/surgeon dashed over to a small alarm towards the entrance of
the room. Bond reached for a knife and on the table and threw it
Krupskova. Krupskova froze in place as a animal-like scream died in
his throat. Then the dead assassin crumpled to the floor.
"With surgical precision," Bond quipped. Then he turned his attention to
Forester, who was still strapped to the operating table.
"You were wonderful, James!" she thanked him.
"Don't thank me now," Bond replied. The two of them ran out of the
room before anyone could find them.
The duo of escapees crept along the darkened hallway, searching for
any guards. Seeing that the coast was clear, Bond and Forester raced
over to a pair of large French doors. They were about to continue when
Forester and Bond heard voices coming from inside the room.
"You see, Enrico, we have factions all over the world ready to pay
millions, even billions, to purchase world policy! It is an enormously
profitable market. The first diplomats proved that our current
brainwashing methods were too effective, but now we have a method
that can be considered mind-control. It may begin with just diplomats
but very soon we shall abduct world leaders and even Heads-of-State!"
they heard Pahlavi report in the room.
"Very impressive, Pahlavi. Tell me, when can we expect the raids?"
Polanoa questioned.
"As early as tomorrow afternoon, sir! The buyers will converge here this
Saturday, December eighth. All of the world leaders, and world policy,
will be sold to the highest bidder. They've agreed to our conditions.
When they return the politicos safely, we will get a commissin fee of
their ransom. It's fixed at 15% right now but subject to change at the
final trade. The higher the officials rank, the higher the starting price and
commission. It's impregnable!" Pahlavi finished his report.
"Most impressive. You're dismissed," Polanoa dismissed Pahlavi. Bond
and Forester took this oppurtunity and dashed towards the end of the
hallway and out of the concealed exit. Then they climbed over the walls
and were free.
In his office, Polanoa's telephone began ringing. It was an emergency.
"Yes?" Polanoa answered.
"Sir, Bond and Forester have escaped! Krupskova's dead! They could
be anywhere!" the panicked guard studdered. The worse had
happened, Polanoa thought. Could they know? He reached for his
intercom and contacted Pahlavi.
"Yes?" Pahlavi answered.
"Bond and the girl are gone! I want you to find then and kill them,
understood?" Polanoa ordered.
"Of course, sir!" Pahlavi answered all too eagerly. Polanoa thought that
Pahlavi would have to be eliminated after they had finished. He hung up
and stared into space.
You'll die someday, Bond, Polana thought.