James Bond made his way into M's office after a long night of
studying. He did quit soon enough to get to his flat and shower, shave, and
eat. He was dressed in a blue suit coat with a light blue shirt and khaki
pants. He walked into the office of his boss and sat down in the chair that
he had occupied the day before. M was talking with someone on the phone.
A minute or so later and M hung up and looked to James. "So Double-O Seven, I've read your report on Ms. Zuber. Good work."
"Thank you," he said, "Now what?"
"Russia. Your flight is booked your leaving in thirty minutes. I suggest you get packed, the Prime Minister doesn't enjoy waiting."
"Okay."
He grabbed up his bag and headed for the door of his flat. He always had a bag pre-packed in case something called for him very quickly. He had placed his shoulder holster on and in it he had placed his PPK. He needed to get Q to get him another P99. Well he didn't have time now.
The airport was crowded and crawling with security. It was a wonder that he got onto the plane with his Walther. The metal detectors were no match for the Q branch's x-ray proof bag, but during the time it took him to get to the terminal and onto the plane his rib harness had shown by a guard at least four times.
The plane flight was long and tiresome. James slept most of the way but a bit of turbulence woke him near Moscow. After that he couldn't get himself back to sleep. The plane landed four hours from departure and a sleepy-eyed Bond walked out of the Moscow airport and called over a taxi.
The ride to the PM's mansion was a short one and Bond took the time in the car to read over the files on the man. He seemed to have very little liking of the British and didn't care to talk to them. He had been most reluctant to having a meeting with 007 but was soon convinced by M.
The taxi pulled into the front of the estate, Bond paid him and then said, "I'm going to need you to wait for me." The cab driver nodded and Bond left the car. He didn't walk two steps before a guard came out of a booth by the estate gate and frisked him. The PPK was found and taken up. "You'll get this when you come back," was all the guard said before dismissing him through the gates.
The path leading up to the house was at least half a mile long and was surrounded by trees, which gave the dirt road the appearance of a road through a forest. As he reached the steps of the house he was frisked again by two other guards before having to pass through a set of metal detectors. They had probably put all the security in just for him. That thought made him feel special.
After the extensive checks he was led upstairs to a sitting room where the PM was. The man sat in a comfortable looking chair; his feet propped up on an automan. "Seat yourself Mr."
"Bond, James Bond."
"Well Mr. Bond I have come to understand that you have come for some information."
"That is correct."
"Well I'm not sure if I can help you on abstract information but we can see."
"The information I need is hardly abstract."
"Well come out with it, what do you need to know?"
"I need to know if Russia truly disbanded SPECTRA when the USSR fell."
"Well of course we did!" the Prime Minister said insulted.
"Well that's all I need to know."
Bond stood up and turned for the door. If the man wasn't at least going to be civil he had no want for a conversation to happen.Seconds later he heard the sound of a body hitting the floor and spun around. The PM was lying on the ground a pool of blood forming around his head.
James looked up and saw a man dressed in black head for the window behind the chair the PM had sat in. Bond hurried to the man and grabbed him by the back of his shirt hurling him into the chair, which fell over onto the dead body of the Prime Minister. The man stood to his feet and pulled a silenced Berreta from a holster at his side.
Double-O Seven launched himself at the man and tore the weapon from his grasp before smashing a fist into the man's face. The assasin hit the ground and pushed himself up before running for a door. He opened it and then quickly shut it. Bond ran for the door the assasin had left from and tried opening it. The thing was locked.
Thinking quickly he raised a foot and kicked it, sending the wooden door back on it's hinges. James ran out and found himself on a fire escape. He looked down at the ground and saw a figure in dark running towards the gates. He hit a switch on his watch and shot the grappling hook into the metal of the fire escape railing. He then jumped off the side of it and let the line unravel it self bringing him quickly to the ground. Before the watch had time to start bringing him back up he hit another button which cut the line from the watch.
With that he ran towards the path the man had gone. Before he had run four yards from where he landed a gun shot rang off and hit the dirt near his shoe. He turned and saw a guard on the top of the fire escape aiming a M-4 carbine at him. A thought went through Bond's mind, 'I wonder if the carbine has the grenade launcher attachment.'
A second later and a tree exploded into a cloud of smoke, saw dust, and leaves. Bond dodged out of the clouds way and kicked his legs into full throttle. Paying no attention to the ground he was running on his foot caught a large stone and he tripped, hitting the ground hard. He heard something crack before he put the pain out of his head and continued his run after the man in black.
Another grenade exploded next to him, debris flying everywhere. Small rocks from the blast pelted Bond's head as he ran. As he got in view of the gate it closed. Bond ran up to the guard booth kicked his way in and yelled, "The man, the one that just went through there, where did he go?!"
"No man just passed through here. Who do you. wait you must be the..."
With that the man fumbled for his service revolver before he fell with a bullet between his eyes. Bond dropped the Berreta and then picked it back up. Q might be able to find finger prints of it's previous user. He then went to the drawer the gate keeper had placed his PPK and got it out placing the weapon in it's place on his shoulder holster.
Just as Bond was about to leave the guard booth, the door swung open and a man in a gray suit coat and slate colored slacks walked in. He carried between his hands a rocket launching tube. "You must be James Bond," he said, "to bad you killed the Prime Minister. Now I have to kill you."
"I didn't kill the Prime Minister," Bond yelled as he ripped the PPK from it's holster and placed it against the mans head.
The man thrust the tube into James chest, before spinning around with a round house kick. The force of the kick threw Bond back onto a wooden desk, spewing all sorts of paper work to the sides of it. Bond slid of the table onto his feet and made his way to the man in gray. He looked at the man's face and something looked familiar.
He shook the thought out of his mind before punching the man in the face. The man staggered back and hit the wall. James ran up to him once more and kicked him again. The wooden wall gave way and the man fell out hitting the dirt.
Double-O Seven stood, quickly checked to make sure nothing that important was broken, and adjusted his tie before he picking up his PPK and walking out the hole in the booth. He made sure to step on the man in gray as he left. Bond opened the taxi door and got in, ordering it to go to the nearest four-star hotel.
The taxi arrived to the hotel in under an hour and Bond paid the man. He got out of the car grabbed his bag and headed for the inside of the hotel. He checked himself in and then headed himself up to his room, where he went straight for the bath. The warm steaming water is what finally put him to sleep again.
A minute or so later and M hung up and looked to James. "So Double-O Seven, I've read your report on Ms. Zuber. Good work."
"Thank you," he said, "Now what?"
"Russia. Your flight is booked your leaving in thirty minutes. I suggest you get packed, the Prime Minister doesn't enjoy waiting."
"Okay."
He grabbed up his bag and headed for the door of his flat. He always had a bag pre-packed in case something called for him very quickly. He had placed his shoulder holster on and in it he had placed his PPK. He needed to get Q to get him another P99. Well he didn't have time now.
The airport was crowded and crawling with security. It was a wonder that he got onto the plane with his Walther. The metal detectors were no match for the Q branch's x-ray proof bag, but during the time it took him to get to the terminal and onto the plane his rib harness had shown by a guard at least four times.
The plane flight was long and tiresome. James slept most of the way but a bit of turbulence woke him near Moscow. After that he couldn't get himself back to sleep. The plane landed four hours from departure and a sleepy-eyed Bond walked out of the Moscow airport and called over a taxi.
The ride to the PM's mansion was a short one and Bond took the time in the car to read over the files on the man. He seemed to have very little liking of the British and didn't care to talk to them. He had been most reluctant to having a meeting with 007 but was soon convinced by M.
The taxi pulled into the front of the estate, Bond paid him and then said, "I'm going to need you to wait for me." The cab driver nodded and Bond left the car. He didn't walk two steps before a guard came out of a booth by the estate gate and frisked him. The PPK was found and taken up. "You'll get this when you come back," was all the guard said before dismissing him through the gates.
The path leading up to the house was at least half a mile long and was surrounded by trees, which gave the dirt road the appearance of a road through a forest. As he reached the steps of the house he was frisked again by two other guards before having to pass through a set of metal detectors. They had probably put all the security in just for him. That thought made him feel special.
After the extensive checks he was led upstairs to a sitting room where the PM was. The man sat in a comfortable looking chair; his feet propped up on an automan. "Seat yourself Mr."
"Bond, James Bond."
"Well Mr. Bond I have come to understand that you have come for some information."
"That is correct."
"Well I'm not sure if I can help you on abstract information but we can see."
"The information I need is hardly abstract."
"Well come out with it, what do you need to know?"
"I need to know if Russia truly disbanded SPECTRA when the USSR fell."
"Well of course we did!" the Prime Minister said insulted.
"Well that's all I need to know."
Bond stood up and turned for the door. If the man wasn't at least going to be civil he had no want for a conversation to happen.Seconds later he heard the sound of a body hitting the floor and spun around. The PM was lying on the ground a pool of blood forming around his head.
James looked up and saw a man dressed in black head for the window behind the chair the PM had sat in. Bond hurried to the man and grabbed him by the back of his shirt hurling him into the chair, which fell over onto the dead body of the Prime Minister. The man stood to his feet and pulled a silenced Berreta from a holster at his side.
Double-O Seven launched himself at the man and tore the weapon from his grasp before smashing a fist into the man's face. The assasin hit the ground and pushed himself up before running for a door. He opened it and then quickly shut it. Bond ran for the door the assasin had left from and tried opening it. The thing was locked.
Thinking quickly he raised a foot and kicked it, sending the wooden door back on it's hinges. James ran out and found himself on a fire escape. He looked down at the ground and saw a figure in dark running towards the gates. He hit a switch on his watch and shot the grappling hook into the metal of the fire escape railing. He then jumped off the side of it and let the line unravel it self bringing him quickly to the ground. Before the watch had time to start bringing him back up he hit another button which cut the line from the watch.
With that he ran towards the path the man had gone. Before he had run four yards from where he landed a gun shot rang off and hit the dirt near his shoe. He turned and saw a guard on the top of the fire escape aiming a M-4 carbine at him. A thought went through Bond's mind, 'I wonder if the carbine has the grenade launcher attachment.'
A second later and a tree exploded into a cloud of smoke, saw dust, and leaves. Bond dodged out of the clouds way and kicked his legs into full throttle. Paying no attention to the ground he was running on his foot caught a large stone and he tripped, hitting the ground hard. He heard something crack before he put the pain out of his head and continued his run after the man in black.
Another grenade exploded next to him, debris flying everywhere. Small rocks from the blast pelted Bond's head as he ran. As he got in view of the gate it closed. Bond ran up to the guard booth kicked his way in and yelled, "The man, the one that just went through there, where did he go?!"
"No man just passed through here. Who do you. wait you must be the..."
With that the man fumbled for his service revolver before he fell with a bullet between his eyes. Bond dropped the Berreta and then picked it back up. Q might be able to find finger prints of it's previous user. He then went to the drawer the gate keeper had placed his PPK and got it out placing the weapon in it's place on his shoulder holster.
Just as Bond was about to leave the guard booth, the door swung open and a man in a gray suit coat and slate colored slacks walked in. He carried between his hands a rocket launching tube. "You must be James Bond," he said, "to bad you killed the Prime Minister. Now I have to kill you."
"I didn't kill the Prime Minister," Bond yelled as he ripped the PPK from it's holster and placed it against the mans head.
The man thrust the tube into James chest, before spinning around with a round house kick. The force of the kick threw Bond back onto a wooden desk, spewing all sorts of paper work to the sides of it. Bond slid of the table onto his feet and made his way to the man in gray. He looked at the man's face and something looked familiar.
He shook the thought out of his mind before punching the man in the face. The man staggered back and hit the wall. James ran up to him once more and kicked him again. The wooden wall gave way and the man fell out hitting the dirt.
Double-O Seven stood, quickly checked to make sure nothing that important was broken, and adjusted his tie before he picking up his PPK and walking out the hole in the booth. He made sure to step on the man in gray as he left. Bond opened the taxi door and got in, ordering it to go to the nearest four-star hotel.
The taxi arrived to the hotel in under an hour and Bond paid the man. He got out of the car grabbed his bag and headed for the inside of the hotel. He checked himself in and then headed himself up to his room, where he went straight for the bath. The warm steaming water is what finally put him to sleep again.
