One of Those Days

Libitina had gotten up from the table after chatting to Bond about the whole Lasko ordeal. She said she had to go do some paper work which was at her office and left Bond in the safe house alone. He sat there thinking to himself smoking his own special brand of cigarettes. He always smoked his personal brand and never did like the taste of others. He took the cigarette away form his mouth and set it in the ash tray which already held three burned stubs. He put his hand into his pocket and pulled out a silver gunmetal case. Inside laid three cigarettes. He pulled one out and put it to his mouth. He picked up his trusty lighter that he almost always carries with him. Only when he knows he won't need it, like when he goes out into the field, are the times he leaves it behind, but still does it reluctantly. He brought the lighter to his mouth which now held the cigarette, he flipped open the lid and slapped his thumb across the igniter. The flint created a spark but the flame didn't appear. Bond hit the igniter again but still no flame. This was unusual, for his lighter always worked in its first or second try. He hit it again but still no flame. He repeated himself over and over again but still the flame would not appear. "Just isn't your day is it buddy" Bond said to the lighter. He folded the top back on and put into his pocket. He searched around for another lighter and found a one of the cheap plastic kinds in the bedroom. He hit the igniter three times until he got a flame and lit his cigarette. He inhaled the smoke, yet after he inhaled he exhaled in a quick and regurgitating way. He took the cigarette and looked at it as if it had asked a confusing riddle. He put it back in his mouth but still it tasted differently. He walked to the ash tray and put it out. The taste or his cigarette was unpleasantly different then his other one. He sat back down at the table and relaxed in his chair. He tried to think about how he could find out more about his little friend Lasko. It would have to a full on espionage job but, he is obviously keeping taps on him. Then he thought of Libitina. She was a great self-discipline and courageous girl. If she could get in the building and set up a tab in Lasko's office then he might have a chance of learning some vital details in this case. He got up and tried to think of how he could persuade her into doing the job. He walked around the room and his mid was taken off the thought of Libitina and he noticed that he never got his gun back from Lasko. He walked to the wall and pushed the certain button that revealed the arsenal of weapons on the other side of the wall. He walked up and down the walls until he found his trusty walther ppk. He picked it up off the rack and looked its still new look. He weighed in his hand, and looked through the aim. He picked up an ammo clip and loaded the gun. He aimed across the room where he found empty bottle sitting alone on small table He took aim and pulled the trigger. The gun clicked but no bullet came out. He brought the gun up to his face and inspected it. The safety was off and the bullet was in the chamber. He took aim once again and pulled the trigger. This time he bang did come out flew the bullet. But the bottle didn't shatter. "Sight must off set." He said to himself. He looked at the alignment of the sights and sure enough they weren't set right. He adjusted them as best he could and took aim once again. He pulled the trigger and with a bang the bottle shattered. "There we go. Just don't fail on me in the field ok buddy." He then holstered the gun in his underarm.

A half hour later Libitina came back into the safe house and ran to Bond. "Oh, thank god your still here. It's horrible, just horrible."

"Calm down, calm down, what happened" Bond said as he put arm around her trying to comfort her.

"I was droving and then I saw him, our Prime Minister, he. he was. Shot."