Part One
A Simple Spy Job
Vital Information
The night had just started to take over the day, the stars coming out of hiding, and the cold winds chased the warm air out of the city of Sydney, Australia. In the city laid a large sub division of a new intelligence agency. The division is a three building complex each taller then the other. On the top floor of the highest building, there was a very plain looking room with a desk in the middle and a few chairs sitting in front of it. The room had a red carpet, and the walls where laden with pictures of English heroes. Sitting at the desk sat a man who looked like your every day business man. He was tall, somewhere in the 6'2 6'3 range. He wore an ordinary black business suite. If he was to pass you on the street, you wouldn't even know that he was on his way to the top floor of the newest and most now most important division of English intelligences.
As he sat at his desk working on numerous amounts of paper, the door straight in front of him opened. In walked a very sophisticated and handsome looking English man. He also wore an all black suite with a white collard shirt. Although he was a broad, muscular, and handsome man, he showed signs of injury. One was on the back of his left hand, it was very red, and a small scar mark going across it. Another sign was a big scar down his right shoulder which he has had for a long time. He walked in with an escort right behind him, and even pushing him in a bit. The escort was a good mix of the English man and the guy at the desk. He was tall, and very broad and muscular. The English man sat down in one of the chairs and the escort walked around the desk and behind the guy.
"Ah, Mr. Bond" said the guy sitting at the desk still working on the papers. "Please excuse Mr. Stearyl he's good escort but can be a bit firm at times, and sorry if I don't look up from these damn things right away, just so much to do."
"It's all right Mr. Lasko, I'll just start the flow of conversation" said Bond. "As you can imagine this new division can be quite suspicious by my government. We never really had a need for a division in Sydney, plus we already have contacts here. So as you can imagine we really don't have a need for you." Lasko looked up from his papers. He put down his pen and laid back in his chair.
"Ah, I am very aware of your governments concerns Mr. Bond. But I have worked with your government for years now. My intelligences have more information then you could imagine. I'm sure our information would be quite useful, to your government."
"But my government will need to take numerous amounts of precautions before letting you in with our intelligences. The deals you want to make a bit more risky then you think."
"No, Mr. Bond, I am quite aware of the risks and precautions your government will need to take. I'm not saying that I just want you to handover your secret files in exchange for mine."
"It's not just that Mr. Lasko, we don't even know if you information that you think is so vital to us, is as vital as you say it is" said Bond as he relaxed into his chair.
"Ah, I assure you it is Mr. Bond. You have my word as a devoted English man like yourself." Bond let out a little bit of a laugh.
"Mr. Lasko, please pardon me saying this, but I think your getting out of your league here. We can't just make deals with every one just because they give us their word. There is too much at risk here, it's too awkward." Bond paused for a moment. "You have to take it from our point of view, this whole thing just sprang up in front of us, and we have no idea what it is. We know you have used to work for us, people can change, I mean look you now, you used to work in one of our little sub divisions in Sydney and now you're trying to set up your very own division. We can't just trust you Mr. Lasko, one thing you must understand is that, in this business every one is pessimistic; we look for any kind of possible traps or conspiracy behind everything, and only until we are satisfied that there is none, we go ahead."
"Hmmm" Mr. Lasko sat back in his chair and thought for a few minutes. "Your, right Mr. Bond, it was too foolish of me to think that you would just make deals to trade vital information with someone just because they say they are friend. With that said, I guess the only way to help you trust me, is to give you some of my information, like a little sample."
"Thanks, but no thanks, Mr. Lasko, my government doesn't want your information. What ever you tell me I must forget, there are many risks when free information is handed out, it could help us, but can also very well hurt us. We only want information which we go out ourselves to find, no mystery boxes." Bond started to get up from his seat. "Now if you excuse me, I must go." Bond started to walk to the door.
"Does the name Majed mean anything to you?" said Lasko. Bond stopped and the door. He turned and looked straight into Lasko's eyes. He thought for a minute or two. Bond then relaxed his body and shook his head.
"No"
A Simple Spy Job
Vital Information
The night had just started to take over the day, the stars coming out of hiding, and the cold winds chased the warm air out of the city of Sydney, Australia. In the city laid a large sub division of a new intelligence agency. The division is a three building complex each taller then the other. On the top floor of the highest building, there was a very plain looking room with a desk in the middle and a few chairs sitting in front of it. The room had a red carpet, and the walls where laden with pictures of English heroes. Sitting at the desk sat a man who looked like your every day business man. He was tall, somewhere in the 6'2 6'3 range. He wore an ordinary black business suite. If he was to pass you on the street, you wouldn't even know that he was on his way to the top floor of the newest and most now most important division of English intelligences.
As he sat at his desk working on numerous amounts of paper, the door straight in front of him opened. In walked a very sophisticated and handsome looking English man. He also wore an all black suite with a white collard shirt. Although he was a broad, muscular, and handsome man, he showed signs of injury. One was on the back of his left hand, it was very red, and a small scar mark going across it. Another sign was a big scar down his right shoulder which he has had for a long time. He walked in with an escort right behind him, and even pushing him in a bit. The escort was a good mix of the English man and the guy at the desk. He was tall, and very broad and muscular. The English man sat down in one of the chairs and the escort walked around the desk and behind the guy.
"Ah, Mr. Bond" said the guy sitting at the desk still working on the papers. "Please excuse Mr. Stearyl he's good escort but can be a bit firm at times, and sorry if I don't look up from these damn things right away, just so much to do."
"It's all right Mr. Lasko, I'll just start the flow of conversation" said Bond. "As you can imagine this new division can be quite suspicious by my government. We never really had a need for a division in Sydney, plus we already have contacts here. So as you can imagine we really don't have a need for you." Lasko looked up from his papers. He put down his pen and laid back in his chair.
"Ah, I am very aware of your governments concerns Mr. Bond. But I have worked with your government for years now. My intelligences have more information then you could imagine. I'm sure our information would be quite useful, to your government."
"But my government will need to take numerous amounts of precautions before letting you in with our intelligences. The deals you want to make a bit more risky then you think."
"No, Mr. Bond, I am quite aware of the risks and precautions your government will need to take. I'm not saying that I just want you to handover your secret files in exchange for mine."
"It's not just that Mr. Lasko, we don't even know if you information that you think is so vital to us, is as vital as you say it is" said Bond as he relaxed into his chair.
"Ah, I assure you it is Mr. Bond. You have my word as a devoted English man like yourself." Bond let out a little bit of a laugh.
"Mr. Lasko, please pardon me saying this, but I think your getting out of your league here. We can't just make deals with every one just because they give us their word. There is too much at risk here, it's too awkward." Bond paused for a moment. "You have to take it from our point of view, this whole thing just sprang up in front of us, and we have no idea what it is. We know you have used to work for us, people can change, I mean look you now, you used to work in one of our little sub divisions in Sydney and now you're trying to set up your very own division. We can't just trust you Mr. Lasko, one thing you must understand is that, in this business every one is pessimistic; we look for any kind of possible traps or conspiracy behind everything, and only until we are satisfied that there is none, we go ahead."
"Hmmm" Mr. Lasko sat back in his chair and thought for a few minutes. "Your, right Mr. Bond, it was too foolish of me to think that you would just make deals to trade vital information with someone just because they say they are friend. With that said, I guess the only way to help you trust me, is to give you some of my information, like a little sample."
"Thanks, but no thanks, Mr. Lasko, my government doesn't want your information. What ever you tell me I must forget, there are many risks when free information is handed out, it could help us, but can also very well hurt us. We only want information which we go out ourselves to find, no mystery boxes." Bond started to get up from his seat. "Now if you excuse me, I must go." Bond started to walk to the door.
"Does the name Majed mean anything to you?" said Lasko. Bond stopped and the door. He turned and looked straight into Lasko's eyes. He thought for a minute or two. Bond then relaxed his body and shook his head.
"No"
