Crowds swarmed around the jet as it landed in the Swiss airport.
"All passengers please file to the front of the plane and exit. Luggage can be picked up in the termenal."
He stood and crossed to the front.
A tall man in a brown suit stepped up and began going behind him.
"Hello Mr. Bond. We've been expecting you."
James turned.
"We?"
The man pulled one hand from his pocket long enough to flash a long, silver gun.
"Come with me."
"I'm sorry I'm not allowed to talk to strangers."
"I'll blow a hole in you so big they'll be able to drive through it."
A stuartess walked past and the man pushed his gun back into is pocket.
"Excuse me for a moment."
James bolted past the man, shoving his shoulder int the man's stomach, grabbed the tray from the
stuartess and hurrled it at the mans head.
Bullets tore through it and James ducked behind a seat.
He pulled out his pen and thought back.
He started pulling at the top, trying to release the gas cartridge.
The man stepped infront of him, gun aimed at his head.
"That wasn't very smart."
James tried again to open the cartridge, this time twisting the top from his sweating hands.
Flames licked out and blasted into his pursuer.
The man fell back, into the stuartess's cart and slid, still screaming and thrashing his burning arms, into the back of the plane.
"I guess I did that wrong."
James stood and caught the stuartess as she fainted.
"AAHH!!"
The burning man ran at him from the back.
James dodged and smashed his foot into the man's back.
The man fell through the curtain at the front and hit the controlls.
"I think we should leave now."
James ran, carrying the unconcious woman, to the plane door and leapt into the termenal as the plane exploded.
***
An hour later James walked into the Swiss pub where he was supposed to meet his contact.
The man sat at the bar with a mug of beer in one hand.
The man turned.
"Feilix?"
"Who'd you expect? Mona Lisa?"
"Well..."
"I hear you've already had quite a time?"
"One passenger blew his top, but the plane was a blast."
"Can't even get off a plane without killing somebody and costing us a fortune?"
"It would take the fun out of it."
Feilix stared at him and then shrugged.
"Well, I guess we should be getting to the site."
James stared at a waitress as she began to come toward them.
"Not yet Feilix. I'm busy tonight."
"I'll bet. Come on Ja..."
The waitress walked up.
"What can I get for you tonight gentlemen?"
"Nothing," Feilix cut in. "He was just browsing."
"Wha...?"
"Forget it."
James got up beside him and spoke.
"I'm sorry about my friend. He's had too much to drink."
The woman began to speak, but they were already out the door.
Feilix got into a steel-blue convertable and clicked a button for the top to go up.
"Get in James. Scared of a nice car?"
"No. I'm scared of you driving it."
Feilix rolled his eyes and James got in.
Feilix pulled out a map.
"Five kilometers to our left, we turn right, go one kilometer and drive 3 into the mountains."
Feilix put down the map and stared at him.
"How did you know that?"
"I do my homework."
"You know James, I get to thinking you're the most ignorant, insane, concieted man I know. Then you
do something that changes my mind. That's when we really get in trouble."
"Thankyou."
Feilix put the car in gear and sped out towards the mountains.
Just after the car was out of sight, a tall man in a designer suit with a shaved head and a patch over one
eye stepped from the pub.
He crossed to a black hummer and got in.
The hummer backed up and then bolted after James.
"I believe we're being followed."
"Black hummer, half a kilometer back."
"I hate contacts who know what they're doing."
"What do you want me to do?"
"Lose him."
"How?"
James climbed over his seat.
"Move."
Feilix climbed behind him to the passenger side.
Sitting down and taking the wheel James replied.
"Like this."
The car sped up and swirved through the road at top speed.
The hummer began to speed up after them.
James turned into the next lane and let the speed back to normal so the hummer went ahead of them.
"And you were scared of me driving."
He came to the side of the hummer and waved, then began to pull into the truck.
The man inside pulled out a sub-machine gun and rolled down his window.
"Hello Mr. Bond. And goodbye."
He aimed and James pulled out his pen.
"The pen is mightier than the sword."
The man blasted the pen out of 007's hand.
"Of course, machine gun's..."
He swirved away and pulled out his Walther.
"Fire with fire."
He shot at the back of the hummer.
The man turned around, letting his car go onto the ditch beside the road and fires back at Bond.
James fired again.
This time the bullet sank into the man's shoulder and he slumped onto the door yelling.
James sped up and yelled out.
"Yield!"
The man gave fired at James's car and he swirved.
The hummer smashed into a yeild sign, which uprooted and smashed through the windshield.
"That's worse than a ticket."
The hummer continued and smashed into a parked fuel-carrier, which exploded, blasting chunls of metal into the road.
"Talk about road rage."
***
The car came to a stop two hours later.
The site was in a crop of trees.
The area had been scorched black and was sunk three feet into the ground.
"Subtle landing."
"Whoa."
"Get me my sunglasses."
"What? It's pich black out here!"
Feilix held up a flashlight.
"You can still find my glasses."
He went to the car and tossed them at Bond.
He put them on and pushed in the right lense several times so they would come to the correct setting.
"High radiation level...Spilled fuel...This is the place alright."
"Nice shades. Can they tell you which way they went."
"The fuel traces go..." He pointed, "That way."
"Then that way we go."
"Alright-"
He clicked the left lense to get a picture and then turned.
"-Let's go."
***
"All passengers please file to the front of the plane and exit. Luggage can be picked up in the termenal."
He stood and crossed to the front.
A tall man in a brown suit stepped up and began going behind him.
"Hello Mr. Bond. We've been expecting you."
James turned.
"We?"
The man pulled one hand from his pocket long enough to flash a long, silver gun.
"Come with me."
"I'm sorry I'm not allowed to talk to strangers."
"I'll blow a hole in you so big they'll be able to drive through it."
A stuartess walked past and the man pushed his gun back into is pocket.
"Excuse me for a moment."
James bolted past the man, shoving his shoulder int the man's stomach, grabbed the tray from the
stuartess and hurrled it at the mans head.
Bullets tore through it and James ducked behind a seat.
He pulled out his pen and thought back.
He started pulling at the top, trying to release the gas cartridge.
The man stepped infront of him, gun aimed at his head.
"That wasn't very smart."
James tried again to open the cartridge, this time twisting the top from his sweating hands.
Flames licked out and blasted into his pursuer.
The man fell back, into the stuartess's cart and slid, still screaming and thrashing his burning arms, into the back of the plane.
"I guess I did that wrong."
James stood and caught the stuartess as she fainted.
"AAHH!!"
The burning man ran at him from the back.
James dodged and smashed his foot into the man's back.
The man fell through the curtain at the front and hit the controlls.
"I think we should leave now."
James ran, carrying the unconcious woman, to the plane door and leapt into the termenal as the plane exploded.
***
An hour later James walked into the Swiss pub where he was supposed to meet his contact.
The man sat at the bar with a mug of beer in one hand.
The man turned.
"Feilix?"
"Who'd you expect? Mona Lisa?"
"Well..."
"I hear you've already had quite a time?"
"One passenger blew his top, but the plane was a blast."
"Can't even get off a plane without killing somebody and costing us a fortune?"
"It would take the fun out of it."
Feilix stared at him and then shrugged.
"Well, I guess we should be getting to the site."
James stared at a waitress as she began to come toward them.
"Not yet Feilix. I'm busy tonight."
"I'll bet. Come on Ja..."
The waitress walked up.
"What can I get for you tonight gentlemen?"
"Nothing," Feilix cut in. "He was just browsing."
"Wha...?"
"Forget it."
James got up beside him and spoke.
"I'm sorry about my friend. He's had too much to drink."
The woman began to speak, but they were already out the door.
Feilix got into a steel-blue convertable and clicked a button for the top to go up.
"Get in James. Scared of a nice car?"
"No. I'm scared of you driving it."
Feilix rolled his eyes and James got in.
Feilix pulled out a map.
"Five kilometers to our left, we turn right, go one kilometer and drive 3 into the mountains."
Feilix put down the map and stared at him.
"How did you know that?"
"I do my homework."
"You know James, I get to thinking you're the most ignorant, insane, concieted man I know. Then you
do something that changes my mind. That's when we really get in trouble."
"Thankyou."
Feilix put the car in gear and sped out towards the mountains.
Just after the car was out of sight, a tall man in a designer suit with a shaved head and a patch over one
eye stepped from the pub.
He crossed to a black hummer and got in.
The hummer backed up and then bolted after James.
"I believe we're being followed."
"Black hummer, half a kilometer back."
"I hate contacts who know what they're doing."
"What do you want me to do?"
"Lose him."
"How?"
James climbed over his seat.
"Move."
Feilix climbed behind him to the passenger side.
Sitting down and taking the wheel James replied.
"Like this."
The car sped up and swirved through the road at top speed.
The hummer began to speed up after them.
James turned into the next lane and let the speed back to normal so the hummer went ahead of them.
"And you were scared of me driving."
He came to the side of the hummer and waved, then began to pull into the truck.
The man inside pulled out a sub-machine gun and rolled down his window.
"Hello Mr. Bond. And goodbye."
He aimed and James pulled out his pen.
"The pen is mightier than the sword."
The man blasted the pen out of 007's hand.
"Of course, machine gun's..."
He swirved away and pulled out his Walther.
"Fire with fire."
He shot at the back of the hummer.
The man turned around, letting his car go onto the ditch beside the road and fires back at Bond.
James fired again.
This time the bullet sank into the man's shoulder and he slumped onto the door yelling.
James sped up and yelled out.
"Yield!"
The man gave fired at James's car and he swirved.
The hummer smashed into a yeild sign, which uprooted and smashed through the windshield.
"That's worse than a ticket."
The hummer continued and smashed into a parked fuel-carrier, which exploded, blasting chunls of metal into the road.
"Talk about road rage."
***
The car came to a stop two hours later.
The site was in a crop of trees.
The area had been scorched black and was sunk three feet into the ground.
"Subtle landing."
"Whoa."
"Get me my sunglasses."
"What? It's pich black out here!"
Feilix held up a flashlight.
"You can still find my glasses."
He went to the car and tossed them at Bond.
He put them on and pushed in the right lense several times so they would come to the correct setting.
"High radiation level...Spilled fuel...This is the place alright."
"Nice shades. Can they tell you which way they went."
"The fuel traces go..." He pointed, "That way."
"Then that way we go."
"Alright-"
He clicked the left lense to get a picture and then turned.
"-Let's go."
***