CHAPTER 11
"You failed, Mr. White," Enrico Polana reprimanded his assassin.
"Bond is somewhat of a nuisance. He escaped several times," Mr.
White ensured his employer.
"Next time must be different. I have come up with a new job for you
and it will suit you well. We both want Bond dead, for Bond surviving is
bad for our respective businesses. If you succeed in this operation,
Bond will almost certainly come to you instead you having to chase
Bond all over the city of Rabat. If you fail I'll have to terminate you,"
Polana remarked coolly. Mr. White swallowed and beads of sweat
started forming on his forehead. Polana didn't care one way or the
other.
"What is this job that you speak so highly of?" Mr. White snapped.
"Patience is a virtue, you should know," Polana commanded. He paused
for a moment before continuing.
"The mission is the abduction of Sir Miles Messervy, a.k.a. M., and his
secretary, Miss Moneypenny,"Polana resumed his briefing. Mr. White's
mouth dropped and he gasped.
"I certainly hope it isn't too much for you to handle, considering your
reaction," Polana sounded concerned.
"What? Of course not! I after all, managed to assassinate the American
President in Los Alamos," Mr. White boasted.
"I know. That was one of your business credentials," Polana remarked.
"Anyway, when do you want the mission to be carried out?" Mr. White
questioned.
"If it isn't done in twenty-four hours, it will be a failure," Polana
remarked.
"Consider them captured and put away," Mr. White responded.
"Good. The price is fifty million dollars, is that suitable?" Polana offered.
Mr.. White once again to be in a trance by the sum of money.
"Oh, yes," Mr. White responded after coming out of the trance. Then
after their business was complete, both men exited the warehouse in the
industrial section of Rabat.
London, England
Twelve hours later
M was filing through Double-O-Seven's report on the Moroccan slave
ring. Their diplomatic project was already under way since the Russian,
Chinese, German, Israeli, French, Japanese, British, and American
Heads-of-State/Government had been abducted while attending a
convention on international space travel. Commandos had stormed the
building in Cologne and taken each and every leader hostage. They
were then shuffled onto a large transport helicopter and flown away to
Morocco. Similar abductions had taken place around the world. They
were no doubt the work of Polana and his slave ring.
M and the Defense Minster had assigned all of the 00s that were not
already in the field to Morocco to rescue the leaders and annihilate the
slave ring. CIA and other clandestine groups were also acting. M was in
the middle of another thought when a loud crash or explosion erupted
from another corridor. Moneypenny rushed inside his office.
"There's an attack, sir!" she cried. Moments later, two more bodyguards
rushed inside his office.
"We've got to get you to safety, sir!" the first one shouted. The group
started rushing towards an emergency exit that was concealed beneath a
portrait of Wellington. Suddenly the door opened before them and the pale
apparition of Mr. White approached. The assassin fired two shots in the head
of each of the bodyguards with his pearl-handled Walther PPK that he
fished out of the harbor of Rabat.
"I hope you weren't planning on going somewhere!" he snapped to the
terrified M and Moneypenny. Then he reached into his belt and sprayed
a thick gas into their faces. Both of them fell unconscious and Mr.
White dragged both of them over to the window where the view of
London was so serene that one would have never guessed about the
crisis. Then he placed some plastique explosives on the center of the
window. The window was blown in two seconds. Mr. White's
helicoptor delivered two harnesses to the assassin. Mr. White strapped
Moneypenny into the first harness and M into the second. Then he
leaned out the window and gave the helicoptor the thumbs up and the
two members of MI6 were reeled towards the waiting helicoptor. After
the quarry was secure in the helicoptor, the pilot positioned the attack
helicopter in front of the window and Mr. White boarded. Moments
later more guards flooded into the room and the first one was cut down
by two shots from Mr. White's Walther.
"I'm incredibly pleased with your success, Mr. White. You managed to
infiltrate MI6 and escape with M and his secretary. But then again I
suppose it is simple child's play for the likes of you, who managed to
infiltrate Los Alamos and shoot the President. Your fifty million dollars,
in cash I might add, is waiting for you at my private airfield," Enrico
Polana congratulated his hired gun over the Atlantic in his private jet on
his success from his mansion in Morocco.
"I'm currently over Gibraltar so I should be there in no more than one
hour. Both of them are unharmed, although I used stun gas to knock
them so they'd be easier to transport," Mr. White reported.
"Of course," Polana understood.
"Polana, do you still want me to get rid of Bond or can your slave ring
handle him?" Mr. White inquired. He heard Polana mumble something
and then silence.
"Listen, Mr. White. I have a generous business preposition for you.
What if you were to join my organization as a permenant assistant. The
salary is incredible and you may continue free-lancing with my approval.
Housing is splendid and you will never be without pay," Polana offered.
"I would appreciate such a position," Mr. White accepted.
"Splendid!" Polana jovially remarked. Then it was time for more
pressing issues.
"I have set a trap for Bond. You see, tomorrow I'm planning to have the
biggest slave auction ever. Except instead of labourers, it will be
government leaders. Anyway, if Bond wishes to save his friends, he
must come to this meeting tommorrow. There, you will assassinate him
and the girl. M and Moneypenny will be kept alive until we have
obtained all of the secrets we want. Then you shall dispose of them as
well. After this, you will become under my employ. Does it all sound all
right for you?" Polana informed him.
"It will done straight by the book," Mr. White promised.
"Good," Polana remarked and then hung up. There was a large grin on
his face as he thought about all the sadistic things he would do Bond and
the traitor, Forester. Mr. White was also pleased. For soon he would kill
007, James Bond.
"You failed, Mr. White," Enrico Polana reprimanded his assassin.
"Bond is somewhat of a nuisance. He escaped several times," Mr.
White ensured his employer.
"Next time must be different. I have come up with a new job for you
and it will suit you well. We both want Bond dead, for Bond surviving is
bad for our respective businesses. If you succeed in this operation,
Bond will almost certainly come to you instead you having to chase
Bond all over the city of Rabat. If you fail I'll have to terminate you,"
Polana remarked coolly. Mr. White swallowed and beads of sweat
started forming on his forehead. Polana didn't care one way or the
other.
"What is this job that you speak so highly of?" Mr. White snapped.
"Patience is a virtue, you should know," Polana commanded. He paused
for a moment before continuing.
"The mission is the abduction of Sir Miles Messervy, a.k.a. M., and his
secretary, Miss Moneypenny,"Polana resumed his briefing. Mr. White's
mouth dropped and he gasped.
"I certainly hope it isn't too much for you to handle, considering your
reaction," Polana sounded concerned.
"What? Of course not! I after all, managed to assassinate the American
President in Los Alamos," Mr. White boasted.
"I know. That was one of your business credentials," Polana remarked.
"Anyway, when do you want the mission to be carried out?" Mr. White
questioned.
"If it isn't done in twenty-four hours, it will be a failure," Polana
remarked.
"Consider them captured and put away," Mr. White responded.
"Good. The price is fifty million dollars, is that suitable?" Polana offered.
Mr.. White once again to be in a trance by the sum of money.
"Oh, yes," Mr. White responded after coming out of the trance. Then
after their business was complete, both men exited the warehouse in the
industrial section of Rabat.
London, England
Twelve hours later
M was filing through Double-O-Seven's report on the Moroccan slave
ring. Their diplomatic project was already under way since the Russian,
Chinese, German, Israeli, French, Japanese, British, and American
Heads-of-State/Government had been abducted while attending a
convention on international space travel. Commandos had stormed the
building in Cologne and taken each and every leader hostage. They
were then shuffled onto a large transport helicopter and flown away to
Morocco. Similar abductions had taken place around the world. They
were no doubt the work of Polana and his slave ring.
M and the Defense Minster had assigned all of the 00s that were not
already in the field to Morocco to rescue the leaders and annihilate the
slave ring. CIA and other clandestine groups were also acting. M was in
the middle of another thought when a loud crash or explosion erupted
from another corridor. Moneypenny rushed inside his office.
"There's an attack, sir!" she cried. Moments later, two more bodyguards
rushed inside his office.
"We've got to get you to safety, sir!" the first one shouted. The group
started rushing towards an emergency exit that was concealed beneath a
portrait of Wellington. Suddenly the door opened before them and the pale
apparition of Mr. White approached. The assassin fired two shots in the head
of each of the bodyguards with his pearl-handled Walther PPK that he
fished out of the harbor of Rabat.
"I hope you weren't planning on going somewhere!" he snapped to the
terrified M and Moneypenny. Then he reached into his belt and sprayed
a thick gas into their faces. Both of them fell unconscious and Mr.
White dragged both of them over to the window where the view of
London was so serene that one would have never guessed about the
crisis. Then he placed some plastique explosives on the center of the
window. The window was blown in two seconds. Mr. White's
helicoptor delivered two harnesses to the assassin. Mr. White strapped
Moneypenny into the first harness and M into the second. Then he
leaned out the window and gave the helicoptor the thumbs up and the
two members of MI6 were reeled towards the waiting helicoptor. After
the quarry was secure in the helicoptor, the pilot positioned the attack
helicopter in front of the window and Mr. White boarded. Moments
later more guards flooded into the room and the first one was cut down
by two shots from Mr. White's Walther.
"I'm incredibly pleased with your success, Mr. White. You managed to
infiltrate MI6 and escape with M and his secretary. But then again I
suppose it is simple child's play for the likes of you, who managed to
infiltrate Los Alamos and shoot the President. Your fifty million dollars,
in cash I might add, is waiting for you at my private airfield," Enrico
Polana congratulated his hired gun over the Atlantic in his private jet on
his success from his mansion in Morocco.
"I'm currently over Gibraltar so I should be there in no more than one
hour. Both of them are unharmed, although I used stun gas to knock
them so they'd be easier to transport," Mr. White reported.
"Of course," Polana understood.
"Polana, do you still want me to get rid of Bond or can your slave ring
handle him?" Mr. White inquired. He heard Polana mumble something
and then silence.
"Listen, Mr. White. I have a generous business preposition for you.
What if you were to join my organization as a permenant assistant. The
salary is incredible and you may continue free-lancing with my approval.
Housing is splendid and you will never be without pay," Polana offered.
"I would appreciate such a position," Mr. White accepted.
"Splendid!" Polana jovially remarked. Then it was time for more
pressing issues.
"I have set a trap for Bond. You see, tomorrow I'm planning to have the
biggest slave auction ever. Except instead of labourers, it will be
government leaders. Anyway, if Bond wishes to save his friends, he
must come to this meeting tommorrow. There, you will assassinate him
and the girl. M and Moneypenny will be kept alive until we have
obtained all of the secrets we want. Then you shall dispose of them as
well. After this, you will become under my employ. Does it all sound all
right for you?" Polana informed him.
"It will done straight by the book," Mr. White promised.
"Good," Polana remarked and then hung up. There was a large grin on
his face as he thought about all the sadistic things he would do Bond and
the traitor, Forester. Mr. White was also pleased. For soon he would kill
007, James Bond.