Chapter 14

Too many things to do, and not enough time to do them. The klaxons
were blaring in Bond's ears, and he was anxious. He had to rescue the
diplomats, find his explosives, and take out Polanoa. No doubt more
guards were on the way and Mr. White was hot on his trail.

Bond ascended the stairs, knowing he'd be a bigger threat with the
plastique and the special gun Q had given him. All he had to do was
reach the rooftop where he had secured his gear.

In the stairwell he was almost to the top when a door (one floor below)
opened up. Bond looked down and saw two guards racing up the stairs.
With the Colt he aimed down and fired. He missed. Bond managed to
duck away in time as the guards fired back with their own sub-machine
guns.

Bond decided against the fire fight. They had more ammo and would
win. He continued up the stairs, one more flight, until he reached the
rooftop.

Outside the wind was rippling. His hair was ruffled and his clothes
whipped back and forth around his body. He proceeded to the
memorized place where he had stowed his gear. Briefly the night sky
was illuminated. Bond turned around and saw fire flicking out of the
sub-machine guns. The same two guards from before.

Bond dove backward, firing the Colt as many times as he could pull the
trigger. One of the guards went down. As he was dying he fired his
weapon, but as his body fell down he only hit the other guard.

"Nothing like a two for one offer," Bond quipped.

He stood back up and continued toward the bag, which was now in
sight. As he reached to pick it up a stream of bullets strafed the floor
before him. Bond whipped around, pistol raised and saw Mr. White.

"Tired of using that old Walther?" Bond asked, noting Mr. White's
AR11 Assault Rifle.

"It never did too well against you, Mr. Bond. So I thought this weapon
would work much better," he replied. "But you've got no girlfriend to
save you now."

Bond raised the Colt and Mr. White laughed. ' You don't have any ammo
left, Bond.'

Bond fired the Colt and hit Mr. White in the left thigh. He dropped to
one knee screaming, "You son of a bitch! Just for that you'll die
screaming!"

"You first," Bond said.

Before he could get off a shot, suddenly Mr. White's body was engulfed
in flames. A giant roar ripped across the night sky, and Bond dropped
flat from the shockwave of the explosion. Bond looked up and saw
three assault helicopters circling the Polanoa compound.

"Ahoy, Jimbo," a familiar voice said from the lead helicopter's
megaphone.

"Wade, is that you?" Bond yelled.

"Yes. And lucky for you Mr. White told us where Polanoa's hideout
was. But we weren't about to let him get away with HIS crimes. So we
took him out just in the nick of time. You can thank me later," Wade said.

Then Bond heard more gunfire. He peered over the side of the building
to see what was happening. Dozens of Polanoa's men, armed with
sub-machine guns were pouring out of the building, firing at the CIA
helicopters. As that was happening, an equal amount of CIA agents
rappelled out of the helicopters. A huge war between the two sides
began.

"This distraction should give me enough time to find the diplomats,"
Bond said.