Phone Call to England

Bond walked out of the building and into his BMW that was parked outside of it. He drove off into the street toward his hotel. The city of Sydney was lit up by the lights of the many buildings surrounding Bond. He drove down the street which was fairly empty at the time. He drove past the famous opera house and thought to himself the same thing he always does when he drives by it, "what a magnificent architectural building". Bond appreciated the fines of life. He drank only the best wines, and lived in luxury. His job with the British Secret Service took him all over the world putting his life on the line, and for that he lives the high life when he is not on duty. But all in all, Bond really doesn't like the high life. Bond may be a very sophisticated English secret agent, but he likes to live like the ordinary person as mush as he can. Thus, he came to the end of his journey and parked his car out side the Hilton hotel. He got out of the car and walked into the sparkling lobby. As he walked up to the marble counter, he fixed his eyes on the lovely woman behind it.

"Ah, Mister Bond" said the woman "How may I help you?"

"Are their any messages for me" Bond asked.

"One moment please" the woman turned around and peered through the many cubby holes, inspecting each one of there contents. She found one which contained a simple plain piece of paper. She took it out, and turned back around. "Here you are sir" the woman handed over the piece of paper to Bond. Bond took it, thanked her and walked away. As he walked he unfolded the piece of paper which revealed a series of numbers. Bond put the paper into his inside jacket pocket, and walked toward the elevator. He pushed the up button a door opened without delay. He walked in a push the 14th button. As he was taken up he thought about how far the whole superstition with the number 13 has gone. Bond actually loves the number 13. He always tries to travel on a Friday the 13th as much as he can because the flights are usually less packed, and the roads are usually a bit more cleared. Bond was snapped out of his trance on the number 13 with the sudden stop of the elevator. The doors opened and Bond walked out and into the hall where he would find his room. Bond opened the door to room 216. The open door revealed a small, one single bed room. It had a slide away wall window which leads to small balcony. Bond walked in and took off his jacket which he throws on the bed. He picked up the phone which sat on a table next to the bed. He reached back for his jacket and pulled out the piece of paper. He unfolded it and typed in the numbers from it to the phone. He put it to his ear and waited for the other side to answer.

"Universal Exports" came a voice from the other end. With out a word Bond punched in a few more numbers. After a few moments came a new voice of a female.

"Money penny here"

"Ah, Money penny, how good to hear you voice again." Bond said.

"Oh, what a pleasant surprise" replied Money penny. "So James where are you this time?"

"Why I'm in Sydney Money penny. But I can't say I'm enjoying it as much as I could."

"Oh, and why would that be?"

"Well, there are all of these great restaurants and no one to enjoy them with."

"Well, James, before you go thinking about dinner in Sydney, why don't you take me out here sometime."

"Oh, you know perfectly well I've been planning on that, but I'm always so busy."

"So am I James, so am I." Money penny said with a bit of sarcasm. Just then another female voice came over the phone interrupting their conversation.

"Oh will two please stop your regular lines of flirtation. Connect Bond to my line as soon as possible" The person who had interrupted the conversation between Bond and Money penny was know as "M" or the head of MI6.

"Good luck James" said money penny and with a click he was directed to "M's" office.

"Ok 007, what's the whole deal with Laueth Lasko?" said M.

"Well, to get to the point he wants us to trade information with him. But the information he wants is too vital to trade with a new client."

"Yes, your right, we can't just give out the information we have to people we barely know. But, he must have had a reason for trying to get it. No one just calls MI6 asking for he thinks would be a mutual deal. Do you have any idea what he had to offer?"

"Well, as you know, it's our policy to not learn about vital information, in the case that we may get involved with something we don't want to have anything to do with." Bond paused.

"Continue" said "M".

"Well, although I refused to hear any of it, and promised to forget what ever he said" Bond paused again.

"Bond, If you think it's of extreme importance, please continue, if not skip it and move on." There was a period of silence. Bond was the one to break the silence.

"He claims to has information about that Majed guy I tracked down in Iraq last year."

"Hmm, yes, quit interesting. We never did uncover the full story about him, and I wonder why he would? But he's old news; we don't need anything on him now."

"Yes, but the question still remains, why does he think hat we would want information on him so much as to trade some of our vital information for it. The guy isn't exactly someone that would walk into something that's this much out of his league."

"Yes, I see your point; my only guess is that there must be something we are missing. Maybe this there's more to this Majed guy that we are overlooking."

"Could he be bluffing?" asked Bond.

"No, I don't think so, that whole ordeal wasn't very public and any sign of it was over shadowed by the actual war, so even if he was bluffing it would be nice to find out how he even knows about it and over all why."

"I sense a job coming up."

"Precisely, I want you to stay in Sydney for a while. See if you can come up with any details on this case. If the Information he has is as vital as he says it is then extract as much as you can, If it's not then just come on home, either way we will not be making any deals. Is this clear 007" the number 007 by which "M" referred to is Bond's number which recognizes him to have a license to kill because of the 00 in the begging of the number.

"Yes, understood. I will keep in contact, 007 out." Bond hung up the phone and lay down on his bed. He fell asleep in a matter of minutes.