What If
Disclaimer: I do not own James Bond: 007. Duh. Summary: What if things had gone differently in Goldeneye? What if Bond had left the timers at 6:00 minutes, or if in the end, Alec had won? This is my (Captain Hectors) teamed up with Riku and The Kestrel's version of what might have happened (BTW I don't know if the Kestrel is an official member so I'm not sure if you'll succeed in finding his name here)
It was too quite. 3 seconds ago, Alec's AK had been blazing shots all over the cold, stainless steel stairs, killing Soviet guards who had been rushing through the door.
"Alec?" James Bond called, standing behind the massive tanks of chemical weapons
He, agent 007, along with Alec Trevelian, 006, had invaded a top secret weapons facility in Russia. Their mission: destroy it and get out alive. Large amounts of weapons were being produced here daily, and it was Bond and Alec's job to stop it.
"Alec?" Bond called again, sounding more urgent
He rounded the corner, and saw his best friend, 006, on his knees, a Russian general's gun to his head. Bond pulled his Walter PPK out, only to realize that the General was backed by at least fifty armed men.
"Don't do something you'll regret, agent," sneered the Soviet, tightening his grip on the small pistol.
"Do it, James! Finish the mission!" called Trevelian, glaring at the Russian with eyes full of hate.
Bond was unsure of himself, for the first time in his life, it seemed. He ducked behind the barrels and put his finger on the timer button. He lowered it to 3 minutes instead of six.
"Surrender, Bond! You cannot escape," came the Russian scum's voice, echoing through the large room
Bond began to come out. At the last second he hit the timer back to 6 minutes and ducked behind a cart of gasoline barrels. The Soviet pulled the trigger. Bond watched with horror as Alec's body crumpled to the floor. He looked away, before starting to walk across the room towards a conveyer belt, using the gas tanks as cover. One nervous Russian actually pulled the trigger, spewing bullets all over the gas tank. One of the tanks started leaking, and a steady trail of gas started to run towards computer equipment at the end of the storage facility. The Russian jumped to cover, Bond ran and grabbed Trevelian's body and dragged it onto the belt. Seconds seemed to pass like hours. Bond turned his head in time to see the gas hit the bare wires, a spark fly out, and a trail of fire light up, going to the cart he was behind a second ago.
Bond hit the button to the belt, sending him outside, as the bombs behind the gas tanks hit zero and the cart exploded. Alec moaned, and James seemed surprised, until he realized that 006 must have been shot with a blank by accident, and just fainted from the shock. He slung the smaller form of Alec on his shoulders and ran for a plane, kicking the pilot in the pills and grabbing the keys with his spare hand. Russian soldiers were rushing out of the base, but too late to catch Bond and his new plane.
"Rushing Russians" Bond thought to himself, as the buildings behind them exploded. Alec had regained conciseness, and watched the base explode, spraying the Russian soldiers with flak. He noticed the general crawling out from under a sheet of metal that had protected him.
"Damn good job, James," he muttered, slipping into unconsciousness again.
Bond realized, with a shock, that he must have been shot by the soldiers, as Alec slid onto the dashboard of the plane, blood soaking through the back of his black bullet-proof vest. Those stopped only pistol shots.
"Bond, tell M that I died during the mission. Not after." came Alec Trevelian, 006, James Bond's best friend's last words.
Disclaimer: I do not own James Bond: 007. Duh. Summary: What if things had gone differently in Goldeneye? What if Bond had left the timers at 6:00 minutes, or if in the end, Alec had won? This is my (Captain Hectors) teamed up with Riku and The Kestrel's version of what might have happened (BTW I don't know if the Kestrel is an official member so I'm not sure if you'll succeed in finding his name here)
It was too quite. 3 seconds ago, Alec's AK had been blazing shots all over the cold, stainless steel stairs, killing Soviet guards who had been rushing through the door.
"Alec?" James Bond called, standing behind the massive tanks of chemical weapons
He, agent 007, along with Alec Trevelian, 006, had invaded a top secret weapons facility in Russia. Their mission: destroy it and get out alive. Large amounts of weapons were being produced here daily, and it was Bond and Alec's job to stop it.
"Alec?" Bond called again, sounding more urgent
He rounded the corner, and saw his best friend, 006, on his knees, a Russian general's gun to his head. Bond pulled his Walter PPK out, only to realize that the General was backed by at least fifty armed men.
"Don't do something you'll regret, agent," sneered the Soviet, tightening his grip on the small pistol.
"Do it, James! Finish the mission!" called Trevelian, glaring at the Russian with eyes full of hate.
Bond was unsure of himself, for the first time in his life, it seemed. He ducked behind the barrels and put his finger on the timer button. He lowered it to 3 minutes instead of six.
"Surrender, Bond! You cannot escape," came the Russian scum's voice, echoing through the large room
Bond began to come out. At the last second he hit the timer back to 6 minutes and ducked behind a cart of gasoline barrels. The Soviet pulled the trigger. Bond watched with horror as Alec's body crumpled to the floor. He looked away, before starting to walk across the room towards a conveyer belt, using the gas tanks as cover. One nervous Russian actually pulled the trigger, spewing bullets all over the gas tank. One of the tanks started leaking, and a steady trail of gas started to run towards computer equipment at the end of the storage facility. The Russian jumped to cover, Bond ran and grabbed Trevelian's body and dragged it onto the belt. Seconds seemed to pass like hours. Bond turned his head in time to see the gas hit the bare wires, a spark fly out, and a trail of fire light up, going to the cart he was behind a second ago.
Bond hit the button to the belt, sending him outside, as the bombs behind the gas tanks hit zero and the cart exploded. Alec moaned, and James seemed surprised, until he realized that 006 must have been shot with a blank by accident, and just fainted from the shock. He slung the smaller form of Alec on his shoulders and ran for a plane, kicking the pilot in the pills and grabbing the keys with his spare hand. Russian soldiers were rushing out of the base, but too late to catch Bond and his new plane.
"Rushing Russians" Bond thought to himself, as the buildings behind them exploded. Alec had regained conciseness, and watched the base explode, spraying the Russian soldiers with flak. He noticed the general crawling out from under a sheet of metal that had protected him.
"Damn good job, James," he muttered, slipping into unconsciousness again.
Bond realized, with a shock, that he must have been shot by the soldiers, as Alec slid onto the dashboard of the plane, blood soaking through the back of his black bullet-proof vest. Those stopped only pistol shots.
"Bond, tell M that I died during the mission. Not after." came Alec Trevelian, 006, James Bond's best friend's last words.