Sand Paper
Bond woke up in a small, unfurnished, damp room and where he was being guarded by two solders and Majed sitting in a chair behind the two sentinels.
"Good morning Mr. Bond, or should I say 007."
"You've done you homework."
"Yes I have. James Bond, 007, license to kill, extremely dangerous. Well there's one thing we can do with 'extremely dangerous' people, and that's kill them." Majed gave a little laugh.
"And by extremely dangerous people you mean people who kill millions just antagonize a war and have the crazy idea that it will help them achieve world domination. Yea, you're right."
"Ha, very good Mr. Bond, but you are unarmed, in captivity, and in few moments you will be dead." Just then the two guards grabbed hold of Bond and cuffed his hands behind him. He was taken out side, where a mid afternoon sun was beating down. Bond was thrown into the back of a truck and the two guards climbed into the front.
"I'm sorry I can't come along to see your death but I have to stay and prepare operation Fire Starter. By tomorrow night the world will go into the biggest war in history, to bad you have to miss it. Good Bye Mr. Bond." The truck started up and drove off into the desert. The guard in the passenger seat turned around and aimed his gun at him the whole trip. About fifteen minutes later they stopped the truck and forced Bond out. He struggled hard but his cuffed hands didn't help at all. The guards took out a long rope and tied it around Bond's legs and then tied the other end to the back of the truck. Bond just realized what they where going to do, they where going drag him around in the desert until he died. Bond struggled hard to get out of the cuffs or the rope. But it was useless, there was nothing he could. He heard the door of the truck slam shut and the engine rev up. This was it. Bond closed his eyes and waited for the jolt that would take his feet out from under him and bring him to the desert floor where his body would drag against the rough sand. He also kept thinking of a way to get out of this mess. Then the jolt came. His feet flew forward and his back hit ground. He was still dressed but his clothes started to shred. He turned over so his torso took the pain and so he could franticly try to get out of the cuffs. Finally his article of clothing ripped and he could feel the full pain of the desert tearing his body. The pain was exclusionary. He kept rolling himself to other parts of his body which had some clothing on it. But his protection kept tearing away. The sand was also very hot and with the edition of the friction it felt like someone pealing off his skin with a red hot knife. Bond still tried to find away to get out off the cuffs by ignoring the pain as much as he could. He then felt something on his wrist. His watch, he still had his watch on him. While being tortured by the hot rough sand, Bond tried to activate the laser on his watch. It took many tries. His back was bleeding out of numerous places and so was his torso when he finally was able to activate the laser. It quickly cut the metal link on the cuff. He hands where free. He then aimed at the rope and cut himself loose. He then just laid there. Almost every part of his body was red with burns or blood. The guards in truck notice he was cut loose and turned around to inspect his body. They pulled the truck up next to him. They both got out and walk to the silent dead body. Bond wasn't dead how ever. He used every bit of energy he had to stay silent until they finally get close enough. He was on his back with his arms stretched out. When the guards where right next to him he built up every bit of energy to quickly sweep hands into the guards feet and tripping them both. His plan worked out better then he had thought it would. They both fell like bricks and one of there guns fell right next to his left hand. He grabbed it he fired one shot into the guard to his left and then turned over to fire one at the other. It was a bit a miracle that Bond managed to still have the energy to take out two guards by himself. His body was torn in many places and his wounds hurt twice as much with the hot sun burning them. He lay for a few minutes and then finally started to craw to the truck. He picked himself up and tried to open the door. It was locked; he struggled to get his body up farther. He looked through the window and noticed the keys still inside. His luck had run out. He crawled under the tuck to shade himself from the sun. He then just relaxed, there was nothing he could do, his body was still full of pain, he didn't have anyway of getting back to the factory, and even if he did he wouldn't have a chance in sabotaging it. So he just laid there, letting his tortured body rest, matter of fact after about a half an hour he fell asleep.
Bond woke up in a small, unfurnished, damp room and where he was being guarded by two solders and Majed sitting in a chair behind the two sentinels.
"Good morning Mr. Bond, or should I say 007."
"You've done you homework."
"Yes I have. James Bond, 007, license to kill, extremely dangerous. Well there's one thing we can do with 'extremely dangerous' people, and that's kill them." Majed gave a little laugh.
"And by extremely dangerous people you mean people who kill millions just antagonize a war and have the crazy idea that it will help them achieve world domination. Yea, you're right."
"Ha, very good Mr. Bond, but you are unarmed, in captivity, and in few moments you will be dead." Just then the two guards grabbed hold of Bond and cuffed his hands behind him. He was taken out side, where a mid afternoon sun was beating down. Bond was thrown into the back of a truck and the two guards climbed into the front.
"I'm sorry I can't come along to see your death but I have to stay and prepare operation Fire Starter. By tomorrow night the world will go into the biggest war in history, to bad you have to miss it. Good Bye Mr. Bond." The truck started up and drove off into the desert. The guard in the passenger seat turned around and aimed his gun at him the whole trip. About fifteen minutes later they stopped the truck and forced Bond out. He struggled hard but his cuffed hands didn't help at all. The guards took out a long rope and tied it around Bond's legs and then tied the other end to the back of the truck. Bond just realized what they where going to do, they where going drag him around in the desert until he died. Bond struggled hard to get out of the cuffs or the rope. But it was useless, there was nothing he could. He heard the door of the truck slam shut and the engine rev up. This was it. Bond closed his eyes and waited for the jolt that would take his feet out from under him and bring him to the desert floor where his body would drag against the rough sand. He also kept thinking of a way to get out of this mess. Then the jolt came. His feet flew forward and his back hit ground. He was still dressed but his clothes started to shred. He turned over so his torso took the pain and so he could franticly try to get out of the cuffs. Finally his article of clothing ripped and he could feel the full pain of the desert tearing his body. The pain was exclusionary. He kept rolling himself to other parts of his body which had some clothing on it. But his protection kept tearing away. The sand was also very hot and with the edition of the friction it felt like someone pealing off his skin with a red hot knife. Bond still tried to find away to get out off the cuffs by ignoring the pain as much as he could. He then felt something on his wrist. His watch, he still had his watch on him. While being tortured by the hot rough sand, Bond tried to activate the laser on his watch. It took many tries. His back was bleeding out of numerous places and so was his torso when he finally was able to activate the laser. It quickly cut the metal link on the cuff. He hands where free. He then aimed at the rope and cut himself loose. He then just laid there. Almost every part of his body was red with burns or blood. The guards in truck notice he was cut loose and turned around to inspect his body. They pulled the truck up next to him. They both got out and walk to the silent dead body. Bond wasn't dead how ever. He used every bit of energy he had to stay silent until they finally get close enough. He was on his back with his arms stretched out. When the guards where right next to him he built up every bit of energy to quickly sweep hands into the guards feet and tripping them both. His plan worked out better then he had thought it would. They both fell like bricks and one of there guns fell right next to his left hand. He grabbed it he fired one shot into the guard to his left and then turned over to fire one at the other. It was a bit a miracle that Bond managed to still have the energy to take out two guards by himself. His body was torn in many places and his wounds hurt twice as much with the hot sun burning them. He lay for a few minutes and then finally started to craw to the truck. He picked himself up and tried to open the door. It was locked; he struggled to get his body up farther. He looked through the window and noticed the keys still inside. His luck had run out. He crawled under the tuck to shade himself from the sun. He then just relaxed, there was nothing he could do, his body was still full of pain, he didn't have anyway of getting back to the factory, and even if he did he wouldn't have a chance in sabotaging it. So he just laid there, letting his tortured body rest, matter of fact after about a half an hour he fell asleep.