What if: Chapter 3- For England
James Bond sat in the small cafe, just down the street from where he had been held hostage. He couldn't understand why anyone would want to kidnap him just so he could answer some stupid test. He had naturally put 'For England,' as England was his home country, and he would defend it to his death. Tomorrow he would return to England. He had been held for several days, apparently, and had missed a helicopter theft. M wanted him closer to home, after he had brought her up to date on the situation. He sipped his coffee again. Alec would understand what was happening. Alec always knew what was going on. "Almost always," Bond corrected. There had been that one time. And it had cost Trevelian his life. 007 had a terrible headache. He stood up and paid the bill, speaking a few words in Russian to his server. He walked back to his hotel, but realized that sleeping wouldn't help; his hotel was next to the airport. "Got a dollar for the telephone?" came an American voice behind him He realized he had walked right past the hotel, and the phone booth that his contact was supposed to meet him in. "Sorry, but I'm broke tonight," Bond repeated, remembering the code he had set up "Alright. I guess I'll have to remember my wallet next time," said the voice That wasn't the code. His contact was supposed to meet him here yesterday, but Bond had been 'unable' to come. Bond sighed. Felix wouldn't like this. He strolled into the airport, and up to the counter. "Hello, I just wanted to confirm my reservation, tomorrow," Bond told the woman standing behind the counter "Name, and flight please," said the woman "My name is Bond. James Bond," Bond said, with the usual air of grandeur in his voice "That's nice, but I need your flight also," replied the unimpressed woman, with a tone of annoyance in her voice "Err. yes. that's flight number 506 to England," James replied, embarrassed "Thank you, and yes you are booked for the 10:30 flight out of here to London," droned the woman, "But I think that it would be wise to stay by the phone booth next time, 007" Bond was a bit surprised. He realized that the Russian accent was not real, and that this must be his contact. "What's the word from M?" Bond asked "You missed a helicopter theft, as well as a few uprisings and minor terrorist attacks. M wants you back in London as soon as possible. "Alright then. Nice meeting you. Perhaps we may meet some other time," Bond replied, congratulating himself on the good pick-up line. "The day I see you again, Mr. Bond, is the day I have a can of pepper spray. Goodbye, 007," and with that, the contact left through the employee only door. "Well that could have gone better," Bond told himself, a bit disheartened at the cheeky attitude he had just received. As he walked towards the gate, he bumped into an old man rushing outside, scattering papers everywhere. "Sorry, old chap, let me help you with those," Bond offered "Thank you, sonny, but I can get them myself," the old-timer replied, "plus, the next flight leaves in a few minutes. If your going to England, France, Spain, or Denmark, you had better get to the plane," the man said "Thank you! I nearly missed my plane!" 007 said, vanishing in to the crowd before the man could look up "You welcome sonn. eh?" the man said, confused
Bond slowly munched his pretzels on the plane. He looked down at the out-of-date magazine on his tray-table, board to tears. He had always hated long airplane trips, or airplanes for that matter. Too many close calls. One direct hit. Bond distracted himself by wiping his hands on his napkin. He was surprised to find a small bit of ink come off. He looked at the towel more carefully.
"Interesting choice, James. Always for King and Country, 007" it read.
That's all for now, fans! Sorry it took so long to update! School is murder. I just realized that I am talking to people who won't even read this note, probably, and who can't respond! Ack! I'm insane! But that's nothing new ;). The next chapter will be a bit sooner. Out my 2 stories and 1 poem, this is the most favorite, so this will get updated sooner, naturally. I plan to get a bit back to the storyline (with the whole Goldeneye theft) but add in my subtle changes. I plan on, after making this one, making another story called ".Things went differently" that tells what would happen if Bond chose "For Friendship." I would keep Bond on the good side, although I like Alec better, just cause I'm not that evil.
Special Thanks: Elf of Rivendell: Thank you! I have a loyal fan who has reviewed both my stories! wOOt! Agent V: Don't worry! Alec is alive! I couldn't kill my favorite Bond character! Molly: Thanks for the review! Sorry for not updating sooner, but school was. oh yeah. see end note jason storm: Lots of reviews here! I will write more, don't worry! Phoenix Master: Sorry about the spelling error! I had never seen the Generals name spelled before, so I guessed. Ah well. I didn't like that guy anyway. I would have killed him in the first chapter, but I needed him for later on. russiangirl: Thanks for the review! Alec is coming back better than ever! Disco Inferno1: Thanks for the review, faithful fan! Hope you like this chapter, and any others I come up with!
Until the next time I update, Captain Hector.
James Bond sat in the small cafe, just down the street from where he had been held hostage. He couldn't understand why anyone would want to kidnap him just so he could answer some stupid test. He had naturally put 'For England,' as England was his home country, and he would defend it to his death. Tomorrow he would return to England. He had been held for several days, apparently, and had missed a helicopter theft. M wanted him closer to home, after he had brought her up to date on the situation. He sipped his coffee again. Alec would understand what was happening. Alec always knew what was going on. "Almost always," Bond corrected. There had been that one time. And it had cost Trevelian his life. 007 had a terrible headache. He stood up and paid the bill, speaking a few words in Russian to his server. He walked back to his hotel, but realized that sleeping wouldn't help; his hotel was next to the airport. "Got a dollar for the telephone?" came an American voice behind him He realized he had walked right past the hotel, and the phone booth that his contact was supposed to meet him in. "Sorry, but I'm broke tonight," Bond repeated, remembering the code he had set up "Alright. I guess I'll have to remember my wallet next time," said the voice That wasn't the code. His contact was supposed to meet him here yesterday, but Bond had been 'unable' to come. Bond sighed. Felix wouldn't like this. He strolled into the airport, and up to the counter. "Hello, I just wanted to confirm my reservation, tomorrow," Bond told the woman standing behind the counter "Name, and flight please," said the woman "My name is Bond. James Bond," Bond said, with the usual air of grandeur in his voice "That's nice, but I need your flight also," replied the unimpressed woman, with a tone of annoyance in her voice "Err. yes. that's flight number 506 to England," James replied, embarrassed "Thank you, and yes you are booked for the 10:30 flight out of here to London," droned the woman, "But I think that it would be wise to stay by the phone booth next time, 007" Bond was a bit surprised. He realized that the Russian accent was not real, and that this must be his contact. "What's the word from M?" Bond asked "You missed a helicopter theft, as well as a few uprisings and minor terrorist attacks. M wants you back in London as soon as possible. "Alright then. Nice meeting you. Perhaps we may meet some other time," Bond replied, congratulating himself on the good pick-up line. "The day I see you again, Mr. Bond, is the day I have a can of pepper spray. Goodbye, 007," and with that, the contact left through the employee only door. "Well that could have gone better," Bond told himself, a bit disheartened at the cheeky attitude he had just received. As he walked towards the gate, he bumped into an old man rushing outside, scattering papers everywhere. "Sorry, old chap, let me help you with those," Bond offered "Thank you, sonny, but I can get them myself," the old-timer replied, "plus, the next flight leaves in a few minutes. If your going to England, France, Spain, or Denmark, you had better get to the plane," the man said "Thank you! I nearly missed my plane!" 007 said, vanishing in to the crowd before the man could look up "You welcome sonn. eh?" the man said, confused
Bond slowly munched his pretzels on the plane. He looked down at the out-of-date magazine on his tray-table, board to tears. He had always hated long airplane trips, or airplanes for that matter. Too many close calls. One direct hit. Bond distracted himself by wiping his hands on his napkin. He was surprised to find a small bit of ink come off. He looked at the towel more carefully.
"Interesting choice, James. Always for King and Country, 007" it read.
That's all for now, fans! Sorry it took so long to update! School is murder. I just realized that I am talking to people who won't even read this note, probably, and who can't respond! Ack! I'm insane! But that's nothing new ;). The next chapter will be a bit sooner. Out my 2 stories and 1 poem, this is the most favorite, so this will get updated sooner, naturally. I plan to get a bit back to the storyline (with the whole Goldeneye theft) but add in my subtle changes. I plan on, after making this one, making another story called ".Things went differently" that tells what would happen if Bond chose "For Friendship." I would keep Bond on the good side, although I like Alec better, just cause I'm not that evil.
Special Thanks: Elf of Rivendell: Thank you! I have a loyal fan who has reviewed both my stories! wOOt! Agent V: Don't worry! Alec is alive! I couldn't kill my favorite Bond character! Molly: Thanks for the review! Sorry for not updating sooner, but school was. oh yeah. see end note jason storm: Lots of reviews here! I will write more, don't worry! Phoenix Master: Sorry about the spelling error! I had never seen the Generals name spelled before, so I guessed. Ah well. I didn't like that guy anyway. I would have killed him in the first chapter, but I needed him for later on. russiangirl: Thanks for the review! Alec is coming back better than ever! Disco Inferno1: Thanks for the review, faithful fan! Hope you like this chapter, and any others I come up with!
Until the next time I update, Captain Hector.