Chapter 16
As Bond sat in the helicopter, he started thinking about all the death he
had just caused and seen. But something was not right. Guards who are
just working for pay don't show that kind of devotion. They realistically
would have run in terror before they would die. He knew that there had
to be a bigger reason why they would keep on fighting. Some sort of
bigger cause. What was going on here?
Forrester sat up. She was feeling better now. She was just worried
about James. Her bodyguard was in the next room. He had been mostly
silent for some time. In fact, he had been to silent. With all her strength,
Forrester got out of bed and went into the next room. Then she
screamed in horror.
Polanoa sat smirking in a car outside the hotel. An unconsious Forrester
Loveless was in the back. They had killed the guard and taken her. It
was the obvious first thing to do with his knowledge of where they were
from their paid informants around town. He had some surviving guards,
so he did it. He had pulled it of. He had the girl, so Bond was in his
power. He had made it looked like he was a simple villian who just
wanted a lot of money. They all had no idea what he was really after.
No idea at all.
One of the SAS men started tapping Bond on the shoulder.
"Time to rise, chap," the young man with a Liverpool accent reminded
the weary Bond.
"What?" Bond was too weary to comprehend.
"Look! We're right above the radar installation. You don't want all of
those diplomats to rush over to this helicopter and find you sound
asleep? It'd be bad press for Her Majesty," he reminded Bond of where
he was. Bond looked out of the window and saw the radar installation,
complete with diplomats from all countries and the Special Air Service.
Every one of them was waiting for the helicopters to land and give Bond
and Leiter, the masterminds of this escape, a celebratory greeting. Bond
wasn't in that mood right now; he just wanted to see Forester right now.
Later he'd accept all of those marches and decorations. Bond noticed
that M was right beside the helicopter pad, with a crumpled fax in his
left hand. It wasn't the usual smile of gratitude he'd expect after Bond
and company saved the world from an unimaginable fate. Something
was wrong.
The helicopter landed and M rushed up to it. The diplomats weren't far
behind. Men and women of all nationalities rushed over to the helicopter
to congratulate Bond, Leiter, and the commandos. Bond stepped out of
the helicopter and faced M.
"I have bad news. Forester was abducted from her hotel in Morocco.
The man from Station C is dead. We know Polana has her. We
received this fax from Polanoa. It reads that unless you arrive at
Polanoa's Gibraltar getaway, her head will be shipped back to you in
small pieces. That's as according to the fax," M brought him the
ultimatum. It call hit Bond like a bag of bricks. All he could do was stare
at the ground and fear the worst. The fates of Tracy di Vicenzo,
Fredericka von Grusse, and Akiko Wakabayashi all came into his mind.
At once he reprimanded himself for falling in love with both country and
women. Then he stepped into action.
Bond rushed over to Felix, who was currently receiving the many thanks
of the Bundesrepublik Deutschland , and pulled him away from the representative.
"James, what are you doing?" Felix demanded. There was shock and
venom in his voice.
"Polanoa is holding Forester hostage!" Bond responded.
"Forester Loveless?" Felix didn't believe him it sounded like.
"Yes. They killed her bodyguard and-" Bond informed the man from
Pinkerton's Detective Agency.
"James, Forester was killed in a car wreck in Paris five years ago-" Felix
started.
"No, she pulled a double bluff, Felix. We don't have time," Bond snapped.
Both men boarded awaiting helicopter. Felix started piloting the helicopter.
The helicopter raised to about one hundred feet above the landing pad before heading
towards Polanoa's secret Gibraltar hideout. The helicopter flew over the
Mediterranean and passed over the Rock. On Europa Road they
spotted Polanoa's limousine. Good, though Bond, we haven't missed her
yet. Bond recognized Polanoa's armoured limo from many visits to his
slave ring. Bond directed Felix to the speeding car.
"That's Polanoa all right!" Felix commented. Then he directed the
helicopter over to nearly on top of the speeding car. The sunroof was
opened and he saw Forester, held at gunpoint by Polanoa.
"Forester!" he cried.
"James!" she responded.
"Why can't you die?!" Polanoa shouted. Bond stood on the landing gear
of the helicopter and prepared to jump. Then he leapt onto the roof of
the speeding limo. He saw Polanoa hold the Uzi to the back of
Forester's skull. There were tears of fright in her eyes. She was silently
begging for him to help her. He silently told her he would.
"You can't save her!" Polanoa snarled. Then Bond crawled into the
sunroof and and jumped on top of the criminal lord. Bond caught
Polanoa off guard and the Uzi spun out of his hands. Twenty rounds
leapt out of the 9mm barrel and into the skull of the limo driver. The
driver's dead body crumpled and collapsed into the steering wheel.
Bond, Forester, and Polanoa all bounced about the cabin. Polanoa
reached for a knife concealed in the seat and tried for Bond's throat.
Bond was pinned to the bottom of the limo. The dagger came closer to
Bond's throat. Bond started gasping for air. Forester grabbed a bottle of
champagne and brough it down on the back of Polanoa's skull. Both
Bond and Forester scrambled through the sunroof. The helicopter was
too far away for them to jump on it. The helicopter positioned itself over
the limousine. Bond used both hands to grab hold of the landing gear.
Forester hung on with all her strength to Bond's waist. The limousine
went over the guard rail and plunged into the Mediterrenean. They
heard Polanoa scream as the limo sailed through the air. Felix piloted the
helicopter over to solid ground and Bond and Forester boarded the
helicopter. The nightmare was over at last.
"Farewell, Felix," both Bond and Forester bid farewell to Felix. Felix
shook his head in disbelief. He couldn't believe that Forester faked her
fate so well. Then the helicopter lifted into the air and took off with Felix
at the helm. Once the helicopter was out of sight the pair of lovers headed
towards Polanoa's yacht.
There was no crew member or henchmen on the yacht, so Bond and
Forester had the entire yacht to themselves. Bond tossed away the
mooring ropes and fired up the masive engine. Then he walked over to
the bridge and put the ship on autopilot. Bond seached the galley and
discovered a bottle of Russian vodka and French wine.
"Men who have such fine wines can't be all that bad," Bond quipped to
nobody. He then stepped out onto the deck and found Forester
standing on the bow. Bond walked over to her, the wine in hand.
"Oh let's not have that wine right now," Forester said as she threw the
bottle into the Mediterrenean.
"Where do you want to go? Istanbul? Fine food. Monaco? They have
such beautiful casinos in that country. Spain? Beautiful architecture.
Greece? Wonderful ruins over there. Perhaps you would like to go
somewhere in the Middle East. New York? Ice-skating is fantastic,"
Bond offered. Then he pulled Forester closer to him.
"How about we just cruise about the sea and enjoy each other's
company," Forester kissed him.
"James? Is Polanoa really dead. He faked his death before," Forester
was worried.
"Yes. It was a a text book dive of his off the cliff. A death by the
book you could say."
Both of them embraced, there lips meeting, there bodies melting into one.
Bond had a brief thought of how this whole adventure had started on a
cruise ship. But then he was lost in the passion and pleasure of the
night.
The End.
James Bond will return in Phoenix From The Flames.
As Bond sat in the helicopter, he started thinking about all the death he
had just caused and seen. But something was not right. Guards who are
just working for pay don't show that kind of devotion. They realistically
would have run in terror before they would die. He knew that there had
to be a bigger reason why they would keep on fighting. Some sort of
bigger cause. What was going on here?
Forrester sat up. She was feeling better now. She was just worried
about James. Her bodyguard was in the next room. He had been mostly
silent for some time. In fact, he had been to silent. With all her strength,
Forrester got out of bed and went into the next room. Then she
screamed in horror.
Polanoa sat smirking in a car outside the hotel. An unconsious Forrester
Loveless was in the back. They had killed the guard and taken her. It
was the obvious first thing to do with his knowledge of where they were
from their paid informants around town. He had some surviving guards,
so he did it. He had pulled it of. He had the girl, so Bond was in his
power. He had made it looked like he was a simple villian who just
wanted a lot of money. They all had no idea what he was really after.
No idea at all.
One of the SAS men started tapping Bond on the shoulder.
"Time to rise, chap," the young man with a Liverpool accent reminded
the weary Bond.
"What?" Bond was too weary to comprehend.
"Look! We're right above the radar installation. You don't want all of
those diplomats to rush over to this helicopter and find you sound
asleep? It'd be bad press for Her Majesty," he reminded Bond of where
he was. Bond looked out of the window and saw the radar installation,
complete with diplomats from all countries and the Special Air Service.
Every one of them was waiting for the helicopters to land and give Bond
and Leiter, the masterminds of this escape, a celebratory greeting. Bond
wasn't in that mood right now; he just wanted to see Forester right now.
Later he'd accept all of those marches and decorations. Bond noticed
that M was right beside the helicopter pad, with a crumpled fax in his
left hand. It wasn't the usual smile of gratitude he'd expect after Bond
and company saved the world from an unimaginable fate. Something
was wrong.
The helicopter landed and M rushed up to it. The diplomats weren't far
behind. Men and women of all nationalities rushed over to the helicopter
to congratulate Bond, Leiter, and the commandos. Bond stepped out of
the helicopter and faced M.
"I have bad news. Forester was abducted from her hotel in Morocco.
The man from Station C is dead. We know Polana has her. We
received this fax from Polanoa. It reads that unless you arrive at
Polanoa's Gibraltar getaway, her head will be shipped back to you in
small pieces. That's as according to the fax," M brought him the
ultimatum. It call hit Bond like a bag of bricks. All he could do was stare
at the ground and fear the worst. The fates of Tracy di Vicenzo,
Fredericka von Grusse, and Akiko Wakabayashi all came into his mind.
At once he reprimanded himself for falling in love with both country and
women. Then he stepped into action.
Bond rushed over to Felix, who was currently receiving the many thanks
of the Bundesrepublik Deutschland , and pulled him away from the representative.
"James, what are you doing?" Felix demanded. There was shock and
venom in his voice.
"Polanoa is holding Forester hostage!" Bond responded.
"Forester Loveless?" Felix didn't believe him it sounded like.
"Yes. They killed her bodyguard and-" Bond informed the man from
Pinkerton's Detective Agency.
"James, Forester was killed in a car wreck in Paris five years ago-" Felix
started.
"No, she pulled a double bluff, Felix. We don't have time," Bond snapped.
Both men boarded awaiting helicopter. Felix started piloting the helicopter.
The helicopter raised to about one hundred feet above the landing pad before heading
towards Polanoa's secret Gibraltar hideout. The helicopter flew over the
Mediterranean and passed over the Rock. On Europa Road they
spotted Polanoa's limousine. Good, though Bond, we haven't missed her
yet. Bond recognized Polanoa's armoured limo from many visits to his
slave ring. Bond directed Felix to the speeding car.
"That's Polanoa all right!" Felix commented. Then he directed the
helicopter over to nearly on top of the speeding car. The sunroof was
opened and he saw Forester, held at gunpoint by Polanoa.
"Forester!" he cried.
"James!" she responded.
"Why can't you die?!" Polanoa shouted. Bond stood on the landing gear
of the helicopter and prepared to jump. Then he leapt onto the roof of
the speeding limo. He saw Polanoa hold the Uzi to the back of
Forester's skull. There were tears of fright in her eyes. She was silently
begging for him to help her. He silently told her he would.
"You can't save her!" Polanoa snarled. Then Bond crawled into the
sunroof and and jumped on top of the criminal lord. Bond caught
Polanoa off guard and the Uzi spun out of his hands. Twenty rounds
leapt out of the 9mm barrel and into the skull of the limo driver. The
driver's dead body crumpled and collapsed into the steering wheel.
Bond, Forester, and Polanoa all bounced about the cabin. Polanoa
reached for a knife concealed in the seat and tried for Bond's throat.
Bond was pinned to the bottom of the limo. The dagger came closer to
Bond's throat. Bond started gasping for air. Forester grabbed a bottle of
champagne and brough it down on the back of Polanoa's skull. Both
Bond and Forester scrambled through the sunroof. The helicopter was
too far away for them to jump on it. The helicopter positioned itself over
the limousine. Bond used both hands to grab hold of the landing gear.
Forester hung on with all her strength to Bond's waist. The limousine
went over the guard rail and plunged into the Mediterrenean. They
heard Polanoa scream as the limo sailed through the air. Felix piloted the
helicopter over to solid ground and Bond and Forester boarded the
helicopter. The nightmare was over at last.
"Farewell, Felix," both Bond and Forester bid farewell to Felix. Felix
shook his head in disbelief. He couldn't believe that Forester faked her
fate so well. Then the helicopter lifted into the air and took off with Felix
at the helm. Once the helicopter was out of sight the pair of lovers headed
towards Polanoa's yacht.
There was no crew member or henchmen on the yacht, so Bond and
Forester had the entire yacht to themselves. Bond tossed away the
mooring ropes and fired up the masive engine. Then he walked over to
the bridge and put the ship on autopilot. Bond seached the galley and
discovered a bottle of Russian vodka and French wine.
"Men who have such fine wines can't be all that bad," Bond quipped to
nobody. He then stepped out onto the deck and found Forester
standing on the bow. Bond walked over to her, the wine in hand.
"Oh let's not have that wine right now," Forester said as she threw the
bottle into the Mediterrenean.
"Where do you want to go? Istanbul? Fine food. Monaco? They have
such beautiful casinos in that country. Spain? Beautiful architecture.
Greece? Wonderful ruins over there. Perhaps you would like to go
somewhere in the Middle East. New York? Ice-skating is fantastic,"
Bond offered. Then he pulled Forester closer to him.
"How about we just cruise about the sea and enjoy each other's
company," Forester kissed him.
"James? Is Polanoa really dead. He faked his death before," Forester
was worried.
"Yes. It was a a text book dive of his off the cliff. A death by the
book you could say."
Both of them embraced, there lips meeting, there bodies melting into one.
Bond had a brief thought of how this whole adventure had started on a
cruise ship. But then he was lost in the passion and pleasure of the
night.
The End.
James Bond will return in Phoenix From The Flames.