Vanished
Bond's private airplane landed on the Iraqi international airport in Baghdad. It was a very clear day and as the plane was being taxied to the gates, Bond sat back, finishing his shaken martini. The plane arrived at the gate and his seatbelt sign turned off. He got up, took his bag out of the over head compartment and walked off the airplane. As he stepped into the terminal he look around to see observe it. It really wasn't anything special; it was basically just a big building with the gates, baggage claim, and all the little shops in one big room. He kept walking through the terminal when a man about his height with brown hair brown eyes, and coffee color skin came up to him. He was dressed in very casual clothes and wasn't the cleanest ether.
"First time here sir? Let me warn you it can get pretty hot up in here" the gut said to Bond.
"Yes, but I only come for cool nights" Bond responded. The guy gave him a smile and stuck his hand out.
"Ah, it's a pleasure to be working with the famous James Bond. I'm Bruce Osato head of
"I" division." He then gestured to follow him to exit of the airport where his car was waiting. It was a small little black car, which could hold only two people and maybe a third in the back. Bond climbed into the passenger side of the car as Bruce got into the drivers seat. "So I hope you can finally clear this mess up about the nuclear factory in Arbil."
"Yes, well I'm afraid I know only as much as anyone else at this point" replied Bond.
"Well if you need anything at all my division should be able to supply you with it."
"Ah, good, speaking of supplies did my car arrive here yet?"
"Yes it came in this morning before you arrived, its back at headquarters'; you can pick it up when we arrive. The drive down to Arbil where the factory is is about an hour. We also got contact from the Americans there agent should be here by tonight around 6."
"Good, do we know if the Americans know anything we don't?"
"No, this factory has been a great mystery to every one lately. I'm sorry about your fellow agent's death, but I must say I'm glad they didn't keep him around for interrogation. If they found out where he was or if he had made contact, who knows what would have happened."
"Yes I was worried about that same thing. But it doesn't seem right to me. They found an agent snooping around a factory that wasn't even supposed to be known to exist, and kill him on the spot and don't take any precautions or counter attacks. It seems to be too careless to be true. Something is very wrong here, and I guess I have to figure out what it is." As Bond explained his thoughts on the matter he looked out the window to observe the city of Baghdad. It was low city, nothing like London. The buildings seemed to be falling apart and there were only a few nice structures around. As they progressed through the city they passed people walking up down the streets. Everyone seemed to live on the edge of poverty cause of their clothes and facial expressions showed that innocent frown that always seemed to beg for money.
"Don't get any wrong impressions Bond it's not all like this. "I" division is based in the poor areas of Iraq." Bond nodded his head as a sign of understanding. "Ah, speaking of
"I" division here we are." Bruce pulled the car up to an old rundown building. The windows had wrinkles in them due to the old age, the door was rusting away from its hinges, and the building seemed like it was going to fall any moment.
"This is "I" division?" Bond asked.
"Just follow me Bond" Bond followed Bruce as they went into the run down building. Inside there was nothing but a little table in the middle and some candles on the wall. Bruce walked over to space between the two candles and placed hand on the wall. Then with his free hand he pulled the candle to his left downward. All of a sudden the space where his hand was lit up with a green light and like a scanner scanned his hand. The table then moved to the right and revealed a ladder going into the basement off the building.
"A hidden hand scanner, we can be too cautious about hiding this place." Bruce said as he went down the latter. Bond then followed him down. When he reached the bottom the place was completely different then upstairs. There where computers all around, weapons lined up from one end of the wall to the other. Bond walked over to the wall and searched its contents. "Ah, go ahead Bond, take anything you want" Bond picked up a small pistol with a silencer attached.
"My Walther ppk, I was hoping you had one of these." Bond then took off his jacket, slipped on a under arm gun holder, and placed the gun into it. "Now, for my car" Bond turned to Bruce.
"Ah, yes, of course" Bruce walked over the far end wall with a gate on it and pushed a button that opened the gate. Inside was Bond Aston Martin. Bond walked over to it and rubbed his hand over its exterior. "It's a nice car, to bad it has to be destroyed."
"Now what makes you say that Bond?" asked Bruce.
"Oh well, from my past experience with anything made from by "Q" I mange to total it."
"Ah, now I see what "Q" meant when he said to not give it to you, and make him walk" Bond laughed at this little side note and looked at his watch. It was 4 in the afternoon.
"Bruce, what time did you say that American agent was getting in?"
"Oh about 6 o'clock" replied Bruce. "But don't worry; they said the agent was going to meet you at the factory. It's about an hour away from here."
"Good, I'll leave right now; I'm not too fond of working with other agents so I want to get the factory by myself for a bit."
"Ok, then" Bruce then went to the wall and pushed another button which opened a door the lead from the Basement to the main road. Bond jump in the car and stared up the engine. He then pushed hard on the gas pedal and zipped out of the basement making a hard right turn down the main road. A half an hour later Bond was out of Baghdad was raveling down a dirt road leading into the middle of the desert. "No wonder it was hard to find in the first place, it's in the middle of nowhere." Bond thought to himself. As Bond traveled down the dirt road he looked in his rear view mirror and saw a car behind him. Was this car following him? Bond didn't pay much attention to car, but it was suspicious that a car would be following him down this particular road. About ten minutes later the car following him turned off the path and went its own way. Bond concluded that it was just another driver going down the path after all. Bond finally reached caught view of the factory in the distance. As he got a bit closer Bond searched the far away complex for any guards. The factory didn't seem to be guarded at all. Bond turned on the sand wheels and turned into the desert. He drove the car to the closest sand dune to the factory as possible and left it there. He turned on the security sequence for the car and then stared to walk over to the factory. He kept low, making sure no guards, if any, saw him. He reached the gat which was left open. He stood up and looked around for any sign of life. No one was around. Not a guard, not a car, nothing. He spotted a door left open and ran to it. He walked inside the building which seemed just as deserted as the outside. He noticed at the end off the hall the walls where black and in ruins. He walked over to it. He observed the walls and the surrounding area. He found bits of metal lying all around. "Oh, double-O ten you always did like throwing those grenades around. He then walked down the hall to the left which led to where the nuclear warheads were. He went inside the room which also was deserted as the rest of the place. The place had been totally moved. Nothing was here. The warheads, the computers, the guards, everything but the building it's self, vanished. He couldn't figure it out. "Bloody hell!" Bond said aloud. Then Bond heard the noise of a door closing behind him. He took out his gun and slowly walked toward the source of the noise. He heard footsteps walking down his to his position. Bond listened closely as he waited at the corner of the two halls. Then right when the steps got about two or three feet from the intersection, Bond turned into the hall and pointed his gun straight ahead, He looked up and found the end of an opposing gun his face as well.
"Double-O seven I presume?" asked the person.
"Agent rose?" Bond replied with a question. The person lowered its gun. Bond was then looking into the face of a beautiful woman.
"Only by codename, Double-O seven" said Agent rose.
"Please, call me James." Bond said as he looks into the face of agent rose, and lowered his gun also.
"Right, my name is Vavra Fallopian." Bond blinked his eyes and gave a little bit of a smirk.
"Right" Bond paused for sec. "Well Ms. Fallopian, It's nice to meet you with open arms."
"Cut off the charm James, we are on a mission and you're not getting anywhere me. Speaking of the mission, what did you find in there?"
"Nothing" Bond replied simply.
"Noting? What do you mean by nothing?"
"I mean nothing. Didn't you notice how there are no guards in the whole complex? Everything has been moved out. They cleaned the place out; they must have known that more agents would be sent to investigate."
"But how could they move it all out over night?" asked Vavra.
"I don't know, but what really matters is where it they move it all to. If we don't find out where they moved the warheads to, then whatever happens a week from now is going to happen."
"But it was hard enough to find in the first place, and luck also played apart into that. So how the hell are we going to find it again, with the time given, and still no leads?"
"I don't know, this whole mission is one big goose chase." Bond started to walk back to the door leading out side. "Vavra, follow me, my car right outside, we can contact our governments, and hopefully they might have some new and hopefully good news for us." Vavra turned and started to walk to the door which Bond had just gone through. Right when she stepped out side she heard the loud sound of rotor blades from a helicopter.
"Vavra, get down!"
Bond's private airplane landed on the Iraqi international airport in Baghdad. It was a very clear day and as the plane was being taxied to the gates, Bond sat back, finishing his shaken martini. The plane arrived at the gate and his seatbelt sign turned off. He got up, took his bag out of the over head compartment and walked off the airplane. As he stepped into the terminal he look around to see observe it. It really wasn't anything special; it was basically just a big building with the gates, baggage claim, and all the little shops in one big room. He kept walking through the terminal when a man about his height with brown hair brown eyes, and coffee color skin came up to him. He was dressed in very casual clothes and wasn't the cleanest ether.
"First time here sir? Let me warn you it can get pretty hot up in here" the gut said to Bond.
"Yes, but I only come for cool nights" Bond responded. The guy gave him a smile and stuck his hand out.
"Ah, it's a pleasure to be working with the famous James Bond. I'm Bruce Osato head of
"I" division." He then gestured to follow him to exit of the airport where his car was waiting. It was a small little black car, which could hold only two people and maybe a third in the back. Bond climbed into the passenger side of the car as Bruce got into the drivers seat. "So I hope you can finally clear this mess up about the nuclear factory in Arbil."
"Yes, well I'm afraid I know only as much as anyone else at this point" replied Bond.
"Well if you need anything at all my division should be able to supply you with it."
"Ah, good, speaking of supplies did my car arrive here yet?"
"Yes it came in this morning before you arrived, its back at headquarters'; you can pick it up when we arrive. The drive down to Arbil where the factory is is about an hour. We also got contact from the Americans there agent should be here by tonight around 6."
"Good, do we know if the Americans know anything we don't?"
"No, this factory has been a great mystery to every one lately. I'm sorry about your fellow agent's death, but I must say I'm glad they didn't keep him around for interrogation. If they found out where he was or if he had made contact, who knows what would have happened."
"Yes I was worried about that same thing. But it doesn't seem right to me. They found an agent snooping around a factory that wasn't even supposed to be known to exist, and kill him on the spot and don't take any precautions or counter attacks. It seems to be too careless to be true. Something is very wrong here, and I guess I have to figure out what it is." As Bond explained his thoughts on the matter he looked out the window to observe the city of Baghdad. It was low city, nothing like London. The buildings seemed to be falling apart and there were only a few nice structures around. As they progressed through the city they passed people walking up down the streets. Everyone seemed to live on the edge of poverty cause of their clothes and facial expressions showed that innocent frown that always seemed to beg for money.
"Don't get any wrong impressions Bond it's not all like this. "I" division is based in the poor areas of Iraq." Bond nodded his head as a sign of understanding. "Ah, speaking of
"I" division here we are." Bruce pulled the car up to an old rundown building. The windows had wrinkles in them due to the old age, the door was rusting away from its hinges, and the building seemed like it was going to fall any moment.
"This is "I" division?" Bond asked.
"Just follow me Bond" Bond followed Bruce as they went into the run down building. Inside there was nothing but a little table in the middle and some candles on the wall. Bruce walked over to space between the two candles and placed hand on the wall. Then with his free hand he pulled the candle to his left downward. All of a sudden the space where his hand was lit up with a green light and like a scanner scanned his hand. The table then moved to the right and revealed a ladder going into the basement off the building.
"A hidden hand scanner, we can be too cautious about hiding this place." Bruce said as he went down the latter. Bond then followed him down. When he reached the bottom the place was completely different then upstairs. There where computers all around, weapons lined up from one end of the wall to the other. Bond walked over to the wall and searched its contents. "Ah, go ahead Bond, take anything you want" Bond picked up a small pistol with a silencer attached.
"My Walther ppk, I was hoping you had one of these." Bond then took off his jacket, slipped on a under arm gun holder, and placed the gun into it. "Now, for my car" Bond turned to Bruce.
"Ah, yes, of course" Bruce walked over the far end wall with a gate on it and pushed a button that opened the gate. Inside was Bond Aston Martin. Bond walked over to it and rubbed his hand over its exterior. "It's a nice car, to bad it has to be destroyed."
"Now what makes you say that Bond?" asked Bruce.
"Oh well, from my past experience with anything made from by "Q" I mange to total it."
"Ah, now I see what "Q" meant when he said to not give it to you, and make him walk" Bond laughed at this little side note and looked at his watch. It was 4 in the afternoon.
"Bruce, what time did you say that American agent was getting in?"
"Oh about 6 o'clock" replied Bruce. "But don't worry; they said the agent was going to meet you at the factory. It's about an hour away from here."
"Good, I'll leave right now; I'm not too fond of working with other agents so I want to get the factory by myself for a bit."
"Ok, then" Bruce then went to the wall and pushed another button which opened a door the lead from the Basement to the main road. Bond jump in the car and stared up the engine. He then pushed hard on the gas pedal and zipped out of the basement making a hard right turn down the main road. A half an hour later Bond was out of Baghdad was raveling down a dirt road leading into the middle of the desert. "No wonder it was hard to find in the first place, it's in the middle of nowhere." Bond thought to himself. As Bond traveled down the dirt road he looked in his rear view mirror and saw a car behind him. Was this car following him? Bond didn't pay much attention to car, but it was suspicious that a car would be following him down this particular road. About ten minutes later the car following him turned off the path and went its own way. Bond concluded that it was just another driver going down the path after all. Bond finally reached caught view of the factory in the distance. As he got a bit closer Bond searched the far away complex for any guards. The factory didn't seem to be guarded at all. Bond turned on the sand wheels and turned into the desert. He drove the car to the closest sand dune to the factory as possible and left it there. He turned on the security sequence for the car and then stared to walk over to the factory. He kept low, making sure no guards, if any, saw him. He reached the gat which was left open. He stood up and looked around for any sign of life. No one was around. Not a guard, not a car, nothing. He spotted a door left open and ran to it. He walked inside the building which seemed just as deserted as the outside. He noticed at the end off the hall the walls where black and in ruins. He walked over to it. He observed the walls and the surrounding area. He found bits of metal lying all around. "Oh, double-O ten you always did like throwing those grenades around. He then walked down the hall to the left which led to where the nuclear warheads were. He went inside the room which also was deserted as the rest of the place. The place had been totally moved. Nothing was here. The warheads, the computers, the guards, everything but the building it's self, vanished. He couldn't figure it out. "Bloody hell!" Bond said aloud. Then Bond heard the noise of a door closing behind him. He took out his gun and slowly walked toward the source of the noise. He heard footsteps walking down his to his position. Bond listened closely as he waited at the corner of the two halls. Then right when the steps got about two or three feet from the intersection, Bond turned into the hall and pointed his gun straight ahead, He looked up and found the end of an opposing gun his face as well.
"Double-O seven I presume?" asked the person.
"Agent rose?" Bond replied with a question. The person lowered its gun. Bond was then looking into the face of a beautiful woman.
"Only by codename, Double-O seven" said Agent rose.
"Please, call me James." Bond said as he looks into the face of agent rose, and lowered his gun also.
"Right, my name is Vavra Fallopian." Bond blinked his eyes and gave a little bit of a smirk.
"Right" Bond paused for sec. "Well Ms. Fallopian, It's nice to meet you with open arms."
"Cut off the charm James, we are on a mission and you're not getting anywhere me. Speaking of the mission, what did you find in there?"
"Nothing" Bond replied simply.
"Noting? What do you mean by nothing?"
"I mean nothing. Didn't you notice how there are no guards in the whole complex? Everything has been moved out. They cleaned the place out; they must have known that more agents would be sent to investigate."
"But how could they move it all out over night?" asked Vavra.
"I don't know, but what really matters is where it they move it all to. If we don't find out where they moved the warheads to, then whatever happens a week from now is going to happen."
"But it was hard enough to find in the first place, and luck also played apart into that. So how the hell are we going to find it again, with the time given, and still no leads?"
"I don't know, this whole mission is one big goose chase." Bond started to walk back to the door leading out side. "Vavra, follow me, my car right outside, we can contact our governments, and hopefully they might have some new and hopefully good news for us." Vavra turned and started to walk to the door which Bond had just gone through. Right when she stepped out side she heard the loud sound of rotor blades from a helicopter.
"Vavra, get down!"