Chapter 2: The Man

James Geldreich had his beginnings in Germany. His falmily was

middle class, so James lived a normal, happy life. Until shortly after

his first birthday. On October 11th, exactly two months after he turned

one, his parents died in a tragic car accident and James had to be

taken in by his grandparents. Seeing as they had nothing left, the

family moved to America when James was two.



There James learned shoot. He started off with a 22 caliber and

eventually worked his way up to larger bores and calibers until he

could shoot anything put in front of him with accuracy. This would

greatly pay off later on in his life.

Around 17, James applied for a law enforcement job which he would

be hired for when he was 18. He was illegally hired at 17 and went

right out into the streets. After 5 weeks on the force an MI6 recruiter

came up to him and offered him the job. Needless to say, James took it.

He moved to Britain and was initiated as an agent, but wasn't activated

until he was 19.

At MI6, three weeks after his first mission, he got another. This

was his third mission. His second mission was easily completed as James

squeezed the trigger once and the assassination was carried out. He was

an extremely effecient and accurate agent. Once he got some more missions

under his belt he would rival the great James Bond.

In M's office, James sat with a bourbon before him and his mission

folder in his hands. The label on the folder read: "For your eyes only."

As he opened it up with one hand he took a sip of bourbon with the

other. His new mission was another assasination; this one of a leader

of a new rebellion in America. It appeared Britain owed it to America.

M spoke regaly, "This group, 008, is highly trained. They have many

factions in different states. The leaders name is Jay Koln as you see in

your folder. He is very dangerous and will have security around him at

all times. You will need a high powered rifle from far off."

008 cocked his head to the side once quickly and smiled. "It shan't

be a problem, M." When he spoke his voice never hinted any German, but

it was always American sounding, always would be. James would never

allow himself to become to British.

"Then get going, 008," M said and James downed the bourbon and took

the mission folder with him as he exited the room.