(C) Note: As you probably know, I do not own James Bond or any related characters.
This story (c) Jakazul 2003.
I now present...
James Bond in...
Death by Diamonds
A sleek, jet-black motorcyle tore down the deserted road.
The man riding it bent low and headed straight for the edge of the cliff. The road had already turned, but the motorcycle wasn't going to.
Bullets pelted the ground behind him from a pursuing helicopter.
He lifted one hand from the bike, turned and waved at the helicopter just before leaping from the cycle as it reached
the pit-fall.
The helicopter sped after him as he toppled over the cliff and paused firing down at him.
He pulled a small box from his pocket, still falling, and pushed a green button,firing a cable and grapnel from the side and attatching to the rocky cliff-side.
He swung down and pulled out a Walther P-99 as the helicopter hovered after him.
He was blown against the cliff-side as the helicopter reached him and a megaphone came on.
"This is it Mr. Bond. Goodbye."
"I'm not going anywhere!"
Bond pulled the trigger and the bullet fired straight at the windshield.
The glass shattered and the pilot crumpled onto the joystick.
A large missile hatch opened halfway and then caught on a purtruding rock.
"On the other hand..."
James let go of the grapnel and fell to a rock below just as the missile slipped out.
"I think I'll be leaving now."
The missile and copter exploded in a violent burst of flames and James was forced to duck for cover as smoking black
chards fell, still flaming, to the beach far below.
"Well he went out with a bang."
James climbed onto a thin ledge and pulled out a walki-talki.
"Yes James?"
"Moneypenny?"
"Yes?"
"I'm on the edge here..."
He looked down over his feet at the fifty-foot drop.
"...Could you send somebody to pick me up."
He stared at the burning motorcycle.
"I don't think I should drive."
***
"Moneypenny."
James tipped his hat and then tossed in onto a coat rack.
"How are you doing this morning?"
Moneypenny grinned.
"You mean how's M doing."
"Of course I do."
"James you have the manners of a pig!"
"It was an ogre last time. Is 'pig' better or worse?"
Moneypenny roled her eyes.
"M's not in the best of moods today. He's..."
"Why did you not tell me he was here? And what do you mean I'm not in a good mood?"
James and Moneypenny stared at M who had just entered the room.
"WELL DON'T STAND THERE GAWKING MAN! COME IN!"
James smiled and stepped into M's office.
"Yes sir?"
M clicked a button on his desk and a screen lowered from the ceiling.
"This," he clicked again and a picture came up on the screen, "is your objective."
The display showed a picture of raw, uncut, diamonds, gleaming in the light.
"I know we're low on finances, but robbing a jewelry store?"
"You wouldn't find these in any jewelry store James."
James raised an eyebrow.
"These diamonds were found on an asteroid about 70 miles out of our atmosphere. Each one is
worth about 4 billion pounds."
"Rather expensive for a few rocks."
"Yes, rather."
"So...?"
"The astronauts that found these requested a fifty-man team to come and mine some for testing.
The team arrived to find the asteroid stripped bare. The crew of five American astronauts was found
murdered in there ship."
"And you want me to find out who got to the diamonds?"
"Yes. That and we need you to retrieve the diamonds. Those diamonds could be packed with all kinds of bacteria
or radiation or, really, anything."
"Bacteria?"
"Who knows what's out there James. Could be."
"You've been reading too many sci-fi novels. Where do I go first?"
"We have a contact in Switzerland at the site where we suspect the thieves landed."
"How am I to get there?"
"By plane."
"Of course. Anything else?"
"Q designed these for you."
M pulled out a ballpoint pen, two magazines, a cigaret pack and a pair of sunglasses.
"And these would be?"
"The pen is actually four gadgets. The first is just a pen, but when you twist the top and click the button..."
M demonstrated, firing a burst of flame at a freestanding metal wall.
"...It is a mini-blowtorch. The more you twist the more pressure. The second function is triggered when you pull
the top half off. It discharges a cloud of knock-out gas. The third is a dart gun. Inside the cigarets a small darts.
You load them like ink cartridges.The box, when folded, can be inserted into a security camera. It feeds a five second loop so you can get past."
"What? No clock?"
M glared.
"Also inside the cigaret package you will find five rolls of Swiss currency. Each roll contains the equivalent of 2000 pounds."
"What about the magazines?"
"The first is a compact computer. It includes a CD player, internet access, communication devices, etc... The second is
hollowed out and containes a listening device."
"And the glasses?"
"Are equipped with night-vision, ultra-violet, heat-seekers and a camera. You take pictures by sqeezing the right lense. They will
be sent to a file in your computer."
"I've always liked magazines with pictures."
"And James..."
"Yes?"
"Try not to come back too soon."
***
This story (c) Jakazul 2003.
I now present...
James Bond in...
Death by Diamonds
A sleek, jet-black motorcyle tore down the deserted road.
The man riding it bent low and headed straight for the edge of the cliff. The road had already turned, but the motorcycle wasn't going to.
Bullets pelted the ground behind him from a pursuing helicopter.
He lifted one hand from the bike, turned and waved at the helicopter just before leaping from the cycle as it reached
the pit-fall.
The helicopter sped after him as he toppled over the cliff and paused firing down at him.
He pulled a small box from his pocket, still falling, and pushed a green button,firing a cable and grapnel from the side and attatching to the rocky cliff-side.
He swung down and pulled out a Walther P-99 as the helicopter hovered after him.
He was blown against the cliff-side as the helicopter reached him and a megaphone came on.
"This is it Mr. Bond. Goodbye."
"I'm not going anywhere!"
Bond pulled the trigger and the bullet fired straight at the windshield.
The glass shattered and the pilot crumpled onto the joystick.
A large missile hatch opened halfway and then caught on a purtruding rock.
"On the other hand..."
James let go of the grapnel and fell to a rock below just as the missile slipped out.
"I think I'll be leaving now."
The missile and copter exploded in a violent burst of flames and James was forced to duck for cover as smoking black
chards fell, still flaming, to the beach far below.
"Well he went out with a bang."
James climbed onto a thin ledge and pulled out a walki-talki.
"Yes James?"
"Moneypenny?"
"Yes?"
"I'm on the edge here..."
He looked down over his feet at the fifty-foot drop.
"...Could you send somebody to pick me up."
He stared at the burning motorcycle.
"I don't think I should drive."
***
"Moneypenny."
James tipped his hat and then tossed in onto a coat rack.
"How are you doing this morning?"
Moneypenny grinned.
"You mean how's M doing."
"Of course I do."
"James you have the manners of a pig!"
"It was an ogre last time. Is 'pig' better or worse?"
Moneypenny roled her eyes.
"M's not in the best of moods today. He's..."
"Why did you not tell me he was here? And what do you mean I'm not in a good mood?"
James and Moneypenny stared at M who had just entered the room.
"WELL DON'T STAND THERE GAWKING MAN! COME IN!"
James smiled and stepped into M's office.
"Yes sir?"
M clicked a button on his desk and a screen lowered from the ceiling.
"This," he clicked again and a picture came up on the screen, "is your objective."
The display showed a picture of raw, uncut, diamonds, gleaming in the light.
"I know we're low on finances, but robbing a jewelry store?"
"You wouldn't find these in any jewelry store James."
James raised an eyebrow.
"These diamonds were found on an asteroid about 70 miles out of our atmosphere. Each one is
worth about 4 billion pounds."
"Rather expensive for a few rocks."
"Yes, rather."
"So...?"
"The astronauts that found these requested a fifty-man team to come and mine some for testing.
The team arrived to find the asteroid stripped bare. The crew of five American astronauts was found
murdered in there ship."
"And you want me to find out who got to the diamonds?"
"Yes. That and we need you to retrieve the diamonds. Those diamonds could be packed with all kinds of bacteria
or radiation or, really, anything."
"Bacteria?"
"Who knows what's out there James. Could be."
"You've been reading too many sci-fi novels. Where do I go first?"
"We have a contact in Switzerland at the site where we suspect the thieves landed."
"How am I to get there?"
"By plane."
"Of course. Anything else?"
"Q designed these for you."
M pulled out a ballpoint pen, two magazines, a cigaret pack and a pair of sunglasses.
"And these would be?"
"The pen is actually four gadgets. The first is just a pen, but when you twist the top and click the button..."
M demonstrated, firing a burst of flame at a freestanding metal wall.
"...It is a mini-blowtorch. The more you twist the more pressure. The second function is triggered when you pull
the top half off. It discharges a cloud of knock-out gas. The third is a dart gun. Inside the cigarets a small darts.
You load them like ink cartridges.The box, when folded, can be inserted into a security camera. It feeds a five second loop so you can get past."
"What? No clock?"
M glared.
"Also inside the cigaret package you will find five rolls of Swiss currency. Each roll contains the equivalent of 2000 pounds."
"What about the magazines?"
"The first is a compact computer. It includes a CD player, internet access, communication devices, etc... The second is
hollowed out and containes a listening device."
"And the glasses?"
"Are equipped with night-vision, ultra-violet, heat-seekers and a camera. You take pictures by sqeezing the right lense. They will
be sent to a file in your computer."
"I've always liked magazines with pictures."
"And James..."
"Yes?"
"Try not to come back too soon."
***