Chapter 3
Bond moved gracefully towards the gate as Mendez stopped to get his boarding pass from his jacket. Bond knew
he had to get to the terrorist before he boarded the plane. He steeled himself before making his move, hoping
that the man in front of him was unarmed like Bond himself was. Playing the part of a captured agent meant
that Bond did not have his usual ASP sidearm, or his usual arrey of gadjets from Q branch. This time he'd have
to reley on his brain.
Just as Bond closed to within distance of Mendez he felt something being jabbed into his right side, just below
the ribs. He turned to see Phillip with a look of grin determination on his face. In the excitment of it all
Bond had forgotten about the two young trainee agents. The object in his side was the gun that Station F had
given the agent, loaded with low impact bullets like a miniture rubber bullet. Painful if they hit you but
harmless at above a certain range. This close to Bond's side though, the bullet would rip his flesh and
puncture his lung.
' Let's go, Schmitzski.' hissed Phillip into Bond's ear.
' Look, old boy, if you don't lower that gun a murderer of several British agents is going to escape.' said Bond
in perfect english, his tone quiet and controlled.
This took both Jenny and Phillip by suprise, but Phillip jabbed Bond in the ribs with the muzzle of the gun.
' A likely story, Schmitzski. Get moving.'
Bond looked at Phillip, holding eye-contact as he spoke. ' My name is not, Schmitzski. I'm a British agent. This
whole operation is a training exercise.'
Jenny touched Phillip's arm, causing him to braek eye-contact with Bond. ' What do you think?' she asked, her tone
low but wavering slightly.
' Phillip turned back from her to face Bond. ' I think he's trying to escape. If he's one of us where is agent
Galter?'
Jenny thought about this, her own eyes regarding Bond waiting for an answer. Bond's own eyes scanned the lounge
looking for Mendez. He saw the man with boarding pass in his hand, nearly at the gate. He moved forwards slightly
only to have the gun firmly jabbed again in his side, making him wince.
' If your not, Schmitzski, who are you then?' asked Jenny.
' Bond. James Bond.' came the cool reply.
Jenny's eyes widened at this but Phillip smiled, then laughed out loud. Bond's eyes flicked back to Mendez who had
turned to see the three of them standing there. Mendez' eyes moved down the widened, his eyes catching a glimpse
of the gun in Phillip's hand. He dropped his bag, a hand diving into his jacket.
' Look out!' Bond snapped diving to his left, his arm looping around Jenny's waist pulling her down with him.
Phillip stood there as screams filled the air. He turned to see Mendez pull a Heckler and Koch USP from his jacket,
aiming the pistol at him. He raised his own pistol as Mendez fired, not knowing the gun wouldn't kill the man
in front of him. A shot roared through the lounge, taking Phillip just below the breast bone flipping him backwards.
Before he hit the floor Phillip squeezed the trigger, before the gun slipped from his lifeless fingers. The bullet
from the gun took Mendez just below the knee, hurting him but not seriously injuring the terrorist.
Bond used the slight injury to grab Jenny and dive behind a pillar, only just making it before a couple of bullets
slammed into the pillar, throwing up small clouds of dust. Jenny stood there held tight by Bond's arms, her eyes
on the dead body of her fellow agent. Bond felt her trembling in his arms, knowing the woman was going into shock.
He turned her round, looking deeply into her green eyes.
' Look, I'm sorry about him but if you don't listen to me we could both end up the same way.' Bond said in his
calm tone. He kept looking at Jenny making sure she understood his words. She kept eye-contact with Bond then
she nodded her agreement. Bond reached under jacket, pulling out her pistol from it's holster.
' You stay here.' Bond said, looking round the pillar.
' Where are you going?' Jenny asked, touching Bond's arm.
' To catch a killer.' answered Bond, diving from behind the pillar.
Bond quickly scanned the lounge as he emerged from behind the pillar, his eyes falling on a crouching Mendez beside
another pillar. Bond knew the gun in his hand was not fatal to to the terrorist but it might help him close in
on the man. Bond fired two shots just above Mendez, causing the man to spin round behind the pillar and allowing
Bond to move closer. Bond dived to the floor, knocking a bench over as two shots sounded one of them whistling
over Bond's head.
The sweat was causing the shirt to stick to Bond's back underneath his jacket. He loosened his tie, allowing him
to breathe a little easier. A dozen plans were racing through Bond's mind, all being rejected just as quickly as
he thought of them. He wished for just one real bullet or a little gadjet from Q. Shaking the thought from his
head he kicked the bench away, sprinting from his postion towards the boarding gate. Bond almost felt the gun
training on him, his heart pounding as he waited for the bullet to rip into him.
Jenny watched as Bond was nearly at the boarding gate when Mendez rolled from behind his pillar and fired a
single shot at Bond. Bond was just leaping the last few feet to the gate when the shot fired. For what seemed
an eternity Jenny watched Bond's hand reach for the gate, then he hit the floor with a thud. Jenny watched
Bond, waiting for him to move, but he lay there as lifeless as Phillip.
Sobbing to herself Jenny wiped the tears from her face, taking a deep breath Jenny's eyes fell on the gun by
Phillip's body. She steeled herself for a moment then, in a burst of speed, she raced over to Phillip's gun.
As her fingers curled round the butt of the gun a foot slammed down on her hand, causing her to scream in pain.
Looking up, Jenny found herself looking into the dark eyes of the terrorist Carlos Mendez.
' You and your friends have caused me to change my plans. For that you die.' said Mendez, in his thickly accented
voice.
' I don't think so.' said a voice behind Mendez.
Mendez turned quickly as Bond slammed a fist into his stomach, lifting the terrorist of the floor. Bond then grabbed
the gun hand of Mendez, flipping the man over his hip. Slamming into the ground, Mendez loosened his grip on the
gun, which slid across the floor. Catching his breath Mendez shot a leg up, catching Bond in the chest and sending
the agent backwards.
Mendez was on his feet in a flash, both men facing each other in fighting stances. Jenny watched both men as she
rubbed her hand, both of them feinting and blocking each other. One move had a counter move, some punches contacted
others missed the mark wildly but both of them returned to their crouches. Each man was waiting for the move that
would give him the opening and the edge over the other one.
In a blur of movement Mendez dived at Bond. Bond rolled with the impact, using the momentum of the fall to bring
his legs underneath the terrorist and flipping him high into the air. Bond rolled on top of the man raining blows
from both fists onto the man beneath him. Mendez reached around, his hand falling on the gun which Jenny had tried
to get to. Bringing the gun up, Mendez slammed the butt into the side of Bond's head. Bond saw the movement but
as he tried to twist away from the oncoming blow it caught him below the temple. Bond fell off the man below him,
his head swimming with pain.
As his eyes cleared, flashes of bright light filling his eyes, pain searing through his head, Bond saw the terrorist
get to his feet and point the gun at him. Taking a deep breath, Bond lay there waiting for the bullet from the gun
to hit him. The air was filled with the sound of gun fire, causing Bond to flinch. He saw Mendez fly forwards, hitting
the floor next to him, blood trickling out of the corner of his mouth. Behind him stood Jenny, the smoking Heckler and
Koch in her hands. Eric Galter came from behind Jenny, taking the gun out of her trembling hands, sirens and the shouts
of police in the background.
' There's going to be hell to pay over this , James.' said Galter, helping Bond to his feet.
' I won't tell if you don't' joked Bond, testing himself for injuries.
' What about him?' asked Jenny indicating to Mendez body.
' Don't worry about him. he was just dying to make his flight.'
Bond moved gracefully towards the gate as Mendez stopped to get his boarding pass from his jacket. Bond knew
he had to get to the terrorist before he boarded the plane. He steeled himself before making his move, hoping
that the man in front of him was unarmed like Bond himself was. Playing the part of a captured agent meant
that Bond did not have his usual ASP sidearm, or his usual arrey of gadjets from Q branch. This time he'd have
to reley on his brain.
Just as Bond closed to within distance of Mendez he felt something being jabbed into his right side, just below
the ribs. He turned to see Phillip with a look of grin determination on his face. In the excitment of it all
Bond had forgotten about the two young trainee agents. The object in his side was the gun that Station F had
given the agent, loaded with low impact bullets like a miniture rubber bullet. Painful if they hit you but
harmless at above a certain range. This close to Bond's side though, the bullet would rip his flesh and
puncture his lung.
' Let's go, Schmitzski.' hissed Phillip into Bond's ear.
' Look, old boy, if you don't lower that gun a murderer of several British agents is going to escape.' said Bond
in perfect english, his tone quiet and controlled.
This took both Jenny and Phillip by suprise, but Phillip jabbed Bond in the ribs with the muzzle of the gun.
' A likely story, Schmitzski. Get moving.'
Bond looked at Phillip, holding eye-contact as he spoke. ' My name is not, Schmitzski. I'm a British agent. This
whole operation is a training exercise.'
Jenny touched Phillip's arm, causing him to braek eye-contact with Bond. ' What do you think?' she asked, her tone
low but wavering slightly.
' Phillip turned back from her to face Bond. ' I think he's trying to escape. If he's one of us where is agent
Galter?'
Jenny thought about this, her own eyes regarding Bond waiting for an answer. Bond's own eyes scanned the lounge
looking for Mendez. He saw the man with boarding pass in his hand, nearly at the gate. He moved forwards slightly
only to have the gun firmly jabbed again in his side, making him wince.
' If your not, Schmitzski, who are you then?' asked Jenny.
' Bond. James Bond.' came the cool reply.
Jenny's eyes widened at this but Phillip smiled, then laughed out loud. Bond's eyes flicked back to Mendez who had
turned to see the three of them standing there. Mendez' eyes moved down the widened, his eyes catching a glimpse
of the gun in Phillip's hand. He dropped his bag, a hand diving into his jacket.
' Look out!' Bond snapped diving to his left, his arm looping around Jenny's waist pulling her down with him.
Phillip stood there as screams filled the air. He turned to see Mendez pull a Heckler and Koch USP from his jacket,
aiming the pistol at him. He raised his own pistol as Mendez fired, not knowing the gun wouldn't kill the man
in front of him. A shot roared through the lounge, taking Phillip just below the breast bone flipping him backwards.
Before he hit the floor Phillip squeezed the trigger, before the gun slipped from his lifeless fingers. The bullet
from the gun took Mendez just below the knee, hurting him but not seriously injuring the terrorist.
Bond used the slight injury to grab Jenny and dive behind a pillar, only just making it before a couple of bullets
slammed into the pillar, throwing up small clouds of dust. Jenny stood there held tight by Bond's arms, her eyes
on the dead body of her fellow agent. Bond felt her trembling in his arms, knowing the woman was going into shock.
He turned her round, looking deeply into her green eyes.
' Look, I'm sorry about him but if you don't listen to me we could both end up the same way.' Bond said in his
calm tone. He kept looking at Jenny making sure she understood his words. She kept eye-contact with Bond then
she nodded her agreement. Bond reached under jacket, pulling out her pistol from it's holster.
' You stay here.' Bond said, looking round the pillar.
' Where are you going?' Jenny asked, touching Bond's arm.
' To catch a killer.' answered Bond, diving from behind the pillar.
Bond quickly scanned the lounge as he emerged from behind the pillar, his eyes falling on a crouching Mendez beside
another pillar. Bond knew the gun in his hand was not fatal to to the terrorist but it might help him close in
on the man. Bond fired two shots just above Mendez, causing the man to spin round behind the pillar and allowing
Bond to move closer. Bond dived to the floor, knocking a bench over as two shots sounded one of them whistling
over Bond's head.
The sweat was causing the shirt to stick to Bond's back underneath his jacket. He loosened his tie, allowing him
to breathe a little easier. A dozen plans were racing through Bond's mind, all being rejected just as quickly as
he thought of them. He wished for just one real bullet or a little gadjet from Q. Shaking the thought from his
head he kicked the bench away, sprinting from his postion towards the boarding gate. Bond almost felt the gun
training on him, his heart pounding as he waited for the bullet to rip into him.
Jenny watched as Bond was nearly at the boarding gate when Mendez rolled from behind his pillar and fired a
single shot at Bond. Bond was just leaping the last few feet to the gate when the shot fired. For what seemed
an eternity Jenny watched Bond's hand reach for the gate, then he hit the floor with a thud. Jenny watched
Bond, waiting for him to move, but he lay there as lifeless as Phillip.
Sobbing to herself Jenny wiped the tears from her face, taking a deep breath Jenny's eyes fell on the gun by
Phillip's body. She steeled herself for a moment then, in a burst of speed, she raced over to Phillip's gun.
As her fingers curled round the butt of the gun a foot slammed down on her hand, causing her to scream in pain.
Looking up, Jenny found herself looking into the dark eyes of the terrorist Carlos Mendez.
' You and your friends have caused me to change my plans. For that you die.' said Mendez, in his thickly accented
voice.
' I don't think so.' said a voice behind Mendez.
Mendez turned quickly as Bond slammed a fist into his stomach, lifting the terrorist of the floor. Bond then grabbed
the gun hand of Mendez, flipping the man over his hip. Slamming into the ground, Mendez loosened his grip on the
gun, which slid across the floor. Catching his breath Mendez shot a leg up, catching Bond in the chest and sending
the agent backwards.
Mendez was on his feet in a flash, both men facing each other in fighting stances. Jenny watched both men as she
rubbed her hand, both of them feinting and blocking each other. One move had a counter move, some punches contacted
others missed the mark wildly but both of them returned to their crouches. Each man was waiting for the move that
would give him the opening and the edge over the other one.
In a blur of movement Mendez dived at Bond. Bond rolled with the impact, using the momentum of the fall to bring
his legs underneath the terrorist and flipping him high into the air. Bond rolled on top of the man raining blows
from both fists onto the man beneath him. Mendez reached around, his hand falling on the gun which Jenny had tried
to get to. Bringing the gun up, Mendez slammed the butt into the side of Bond's head. Bond saw the movement but
as he tried to twist away from the oncoming blow it caught him below the temple. Bond fell off the man below him,
his head swimming with pain.
As his eyes cleared, flashes of bright light filling his eyes, pain searing through his head, Bond saw the terrorist
get to his feet and point the gun at him. Taking a deep breath, Bond lay there waiting for the bullet from the gun
to hit him. The air was filled with the sound of gun fire, causing Bond to flinch. He saw Mendez fly forwards, hitting
the floor next to him, blood trickling out of the corner of his mouth. Behind him stood Jenny, the smoking Heckler and
Koch in her hands. Eric Galter came from behind Jenny, taking the gun out of her trembling hands, sirens and the shouts
of police in the background.
' There's going to be hell to pay over this , James.' said Galter, helping Bond to his feet.
' I won't tell if you don't' joked Bond, testing himself for injuries.
' What about him?' asked Jenny indicating to Mendez body.
' Don't worry about him. he was just dying to make his flight.'