CHAPTER 10
Bond walked out toward the pier. The place was already bustling with
people. Bond was amazed that nobody had discovered either him or
Forester when they spent the night beneath the dock. Bond breathed in
the sea air and felt strange. As if somebody was watching him. After a
few moments the feeling subsided. Bond couldn't understand why he
had felt that way.
He woke up Forester and they took to the streets. "First thing we have
to do is contact my employers," Bond said.
"Okay. We need a phone. There's a million of them on cruise ships. And
it looks like a cruise ship is coming in to port," Forester said pointing to
the ocean.
Bond looked around and saw the giant Carnival Cruise Line ship at
dock. It had been so obvious he hadn't even noticed it before. He
headed toward the vessel and waved for Forester to follow him.
On the ship Bond and Forester went up to the deck. Most of the
passengers left during the day to explore the city, but there were always
a few vain people left behind to work on their tans. There were two
people on the deck, both women. Bond approached them and asked if
they had a cellular phone. They did, but wouldn't give it to him. Bond
laept forward and quickly chopped one girl on the neck, she passed out.
Forester came from behind and did the same to the other woman before
she could scream for help.
Bond found the cell phone in the ladies things and dialed MI6's secure number.
The voice on the other end spoke. ' Secure line access.'
' This is Predator. Patch me through to M' Bond answered.
Bond waited a second when he heard Moneypenny's voice on the line. "Moneypenny,
its me, Bond," he said.
"James, you haven't contacted us in days. We were getting worried
about you," she squealed.
"Sorry, no time to talk Moneypenny. Put me on with M," Bond
explained.
"Hello?" M asked to the phone.
"Its 007. The plan has failed, the leader of the slave ring knows I'm after
him. I've got someone from the inside working with me. All I need is for
Q to send some more weapons to my location if possible," Bond
explained.
"I'll see what I can do," M said.
Bond turned the phone off and threw it overboard. Into the ocean. He
held Forester's hand, she looked at him, puzzled. "We must look like a
happily married couple, tourists; not like a couple of nervous enemies of
an international crime lord."
"I see. Handsome and intelligent," Forester said.
"Not that intelligent," Mr. White said as he came up the ramp and onto
the deck of the ship.
Bond and Forester were both stunned. They had seen him die of
electrocution earlier in the week. "Well, well, well. You are a persistent
bugger," Bond said.
"Yes. I wanted to kill you to increase my business. I didn't care that
much if you got away from me. But now I'm being employed to kill you,
so I will make sure to do a thorough job of it," Mr. White said.
He fired the pearl pistol and hit Forester in the stomach. She grunted
and hunched over. "Noooooo," Bond screamed, lunging at Mr. White.
He knocked Mr. White down. The PPK went skittering across the
deck. Forester was moaning in pain. Bond dove for the gun as Mr.
White punched him in the ribs. Bond scooped up the weapon and
slammed it across Mr. White's face. Twice. Three times. Then, in rage,
Bond pressed the muzzle to Mr. White's chest and fired three times. Mr.
White jerked each time a bullet entered him. Bond was conviced he was
dead as he saw red blood staining the fine white suit.
"Guards are coming," Bond muttered. He tossed the PPK overboard as
well. Then he grabbed Forester and carried her over his shoulder off of
the cruise ship. He had to find a doctor quickly. Forester was bleeding
heavily from the gut shot.It was a slow, painful way to die. She probably
had 24 to 36 hours to live.
"James, did you get him?" Forester asked weakly.
"Yes, he's dead," Bond replied.
"Am I going to die?" she coughed.
"No. You've got plenty of time and your wound isn't that bad. You're
going to be just fine," he said moving quickly across the dock and into
the city.
Back on the deck of the ship Mr. White sat up straight. He opened his
shirt and looked at the bullet proof vest which had saved his life twice
now against Bond. A blood pack had been strapped across the front to
simulate a wound in case he had been shot. It worked beautifully. It had
fooled Bond.
Now he would have to clean up his clothes and go fishing in the ocean
for his pistol. That part really annoyed him. When Mr. White had his
chance he was sure Bond was going to die screaming.
Bond walked out toward the pier. The place was already bustling with
people. Bond was amazed that nobody had discovered either him or
Forester when they spent the night beneath the dock. Bond breathed in
the sea air and felt strange. As if somebody was watching him. After a
few moments the feeling subsided. Bond couldn't understand why he
had felt that way.
He woke up Forester and they took to the streets. "First thing we have
to do is contact my employers," Bond said.
"Okay. We need a phone. There's a million of them on cruise ships. And
it looks like a cruise ship is coming in to port," Forester said pointing to
the ocean.
Bond looked around and saw the giant Carnival Cruise Line ship at
dock. It had been so obvious he hadn't even noticed it before. He
headed toward the vessel and waved for Forester to follow him.
On the ship Bond and Forester went up to the deck. Most of the
passengers left during the day to explore the city, but there were always
a few vain people left behind to work on their tans. There were two
people on the deck, both women. Bond approached them and asked if
they had a cellular phone. They did, but wouldn't give it to him. Bond
laept forward and quickly chopped one girl on the neck, she passed out.
Forester came from behind and did the same to the other woman before
she could scream for help.
Bond found the cell phone in the ladies things and dialed MI6's secure number.
The voice on the other end spoke. ' Secure line access.'
' This is Predator. Patch me through to M' Bond answered.
Bond waited a second when he heard Moneypenny's voice on the line. "Moneypenny,
its me, Bond," he said.
"James, you haven't contacted us in days. We were getting worried
about you," she squealed.
"Sorry, no time to talk Moneypenny. Put me on with M," Bond
explained.
"Hello?" M asked to the phone.
"Its 007. The plan has failed, the leader of the slave ring knows I'm after
him. I've got someone from the inside working with me. All I need is for
Q to send some more weapons to my location if possible," Bond
explained.
"I'll see what I can do," M said.
Bond turned the phone off and threw it overboard. Into the ocean. He
held Forester's hand, she looked at him, puzzled. "We must look like a
happily married couple, tourists; not like a couple of nervous enemies of
an international crime lord."
"I see. Handsome and intelligent," Forester said.
"Not that intelligent," Mr. White said as he came up the ramp and onto
the deck of the ship.
Bond and Forester were both stunned. They had seen him die of
electrocution earlier in the week. "Well, well, well. You are a persistent
bugger," Bond said.
"Yes. I wanted to kill you to increase my business. I didn't care that
much if you got away from me. But now I'm being employed to kill you,
so I will make sure to do a thorough job of it," Mr. White said.
He fired the pearl pistol and hit Forester in the stomach. She grunted
and hunched over. "Noooooo," Bond screamed, lunging at Mr. White.
He knocked Mr. White down. The PPK went skittering across the
deck. Forester was moaning in pain. Bond dove for the gun as Mr.
White punched him in the ribs. Bond scooped up the weapon and
slammed it across Mr. White's face. Twice. Three times. Then, in rage,
Bond pressed the muzzle to Mr. White's chest and fired three times. Mr.
White jerked each time a bullet entered him. Bond was conviced he was
dead as he saw red blood staining the fine white suit.
"Guards are coming," Bond muttered. He tossed the PPK overboard as
well. Then he grabbed Forester and carried her over his shoulder off of
the cruise ship. He had to find a doctor quickly. Forester was bleeding
heavily from the gut shot.It was a slow, painful way to die. She probably
had 24 to 36 hours to live.
"James, did you get him?" Forester asked weakly.
"Yes, he's dead," Bond replied.
"Am I going to die?" she coughed.
"No. You've got plenty of time and your wound isn't that bad. You're
going to be just fine," he said moving quickly across the dock and into
the city.
Back on the deck of the ship Mr. White sat up straight. He opened his
shirt and looked at the bullet proof vest which had saved his life twice
now against Bond. A blood pack had been strapped across the front to
simulate a wound in case he had been shot. It worked beautifully. It had
fooled Bond.
Now he would have to clean up his clothes and go fishing in the ocean
for his pistol. That part really annoyed him. When Mr. White had his
chance he was sure Bond was going to die screaming.