Disclaimer: I do not own any component of MI6 or any James
Bond movie.
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An MI6 agent moved swiftly throughout the corridor, his
special silencer equipped Beretta nine-millimeter drawn and
at the ready. If so much as one terrorist or terrorist agent
walked out they would be dead.
The agent, who's number designation was 008 and name
was not important, walked swiftly throughout the colonnade,
checking each door by picking the lock with the silenced
Beretta and opening it part way and peaking in.
"Don't move," a voice said in a Russian accent as he
placed the muzzle of a gun to the back of 008's head.
"If I do?" the agent asked.
The Russian hissed in vexation and slacked his grip on
the gun a bit. "Don't play dumb, you know what will happen."
008, in one fluid motion, did a jump-spin-kick
combonation that laid out the Russian with the gun.
008 spoke, the eyebrows over his sapphire blue eyes
arching, "Tsk, tsk, tsk."
The agent saw another of M's agents rounding the
corner. He was a lean man. He looked stately, and deadly, as
he crept along catlike with his silenced Walther PPK pointed
towards the ground. He had wavy, slicked back brown hair and
crystaline blue eyes. His designation: 007. His name: James
Bond.
"James, what did you find out?" 008 asked the other
agent.
"Nothing yet, James. I was hoping you had," Bond said.
His eyes showing sadness.
"No. This terrorist leader, this Keg, is a slippery
one," 008, named James Geldreich, said. However his last
word was drowned out by gunfire.
The two agents jumped out of the way and had fallen
into two of the doors 008 had "opened." They started firing
out of the door.
Suddenly an explosion rocked the men shooting at the
two agents as 008 had fired his PGL, or personal grenade
launcher.
With the shooting finished 007 and 008 moved through
the complex; the endless maze of corridors and colonnades
until they eventually found the room.
There was Keg, sitting in his chair. He was,
consequently, dead. A victim of his own Desert Eagle. The
fifty caliber slug had entered under his chin and had left a
nasty exit wound through the top of his skull.
008 turned to 007 and said, "Mission complete." With
that the two agents ran from the building, setting up
explosives all the way.
Bond movie.
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An MI6 agent moved swiftly throughout the corridor, his
special silencer equipped Beretta nine-millimeter drawn and
at the ready. If so much as one terrorist or terrorist agent
walked out they would be dead.
The agent, who's number designation was 008 and name
was not important, walked swiftly throughout the colonnade,
checking each door by picking the lock with the silenced
Beretta and opening it part way and peaking in.
"Don't move," a voice said in a Russian accent as he
placed the muzzle of a gun to the back of 008's head.
"If I do?" the agent asked.
The Russian hissed in vexation and slacked his grip on
the gun a bit. "Don't play dumb, you know what will happen."
008, in one fluid motion, did a jump-spin-kick
combonation that laid out the Russian with the gun.
008 spoke, the eyebrows over his sapphire blue eyes
arching, "Tsk, tsk, tsk."
The agent saw another of M's agents rounding the
corner. He was a lean man. He looked stately, and deadly, as
he crept along catlike with his silenced Walther PPK pointed
towards the ground. He had wavy, slicked back brown hair and
crystaline blue eyes. His designation: 007. His name: James
Bond.
"James, what did you find out?" 008 asked the other
agent.
"Nothing yet, James. I was hoping you had," Bond said.
His eyes showing sadness.
"No. This terrorist leader, this Keg, is a slippery
one," 008, named James Geldreich, said. However his last
word was drowned out by gunfire.
The two agents jumped out of the way and had fallen
into two of the doors 008 had "opened." They started firing
out of the door.
Suddenly an explosion rocked the men shooting at the
two agents as 008 had fired his PGL, or personal grenade
launcher.
With the shooting finished 007 and 008 moved through
the complex; the endless maze of corridors and colonnades
until they eventually found the room.
There was Keg, sitting in his chair. He was,
consequently, dead. A victim of his own Desert Eagle. The
fifty caliber slug had entered under his chin and had left a
nasty exit wound through the top of his skull.
008 turned to 007 and said, "Mission complete." With
that the two agents ran from the building, setting up
explosives all the way.