The Final Frame

Bond walk out side with Libitina where they got into her car and drove of the site of the murder. Libitina stopped the car next to the side and point down the street. "It happened down there, where all those people are crowded" She said. They both got out of the car and walked down. They came to the crowd of people which where being held back by police. There where ambulances, and polices car all over the road. The two pushed through the crowd of people and made there way to the front. There they saw the dead body and with a small hole above his left temple. "Who ever it was, was quite a marks man" Bond said.

Two investigators at the scene where talking to two other police men about the shooting.

"Sir, we found a capsule to one of the bullets fired. We have taken into consideration of its size and shape. We conclude that it must have come from a small pistol." The first investigator said.

"It could not have been a sniper and the shot must have happened in close range unless the man was quit the marks man." The second said.

"Very good well also found this pistol about a hundred meters from here, could this capsule belong to it." One police man said as he handed over a small pistol in a plastic bag. The investigators took a look at it, and then at each other.

"Sir, this is a walther ppk, these guns are not issued to the public anywhere." The first investigator said.

"What do you mean?" said the police.

"Well, this is a secret service gun. The British are the most common ones to use such a gun."

Bond had heard this whole conversation. He put his hand in his under his arm and felt the cold metal of his gun in its holster. Then he remembered that Lasko still had his. If this ever got back to England they would most defiantly put the blame on him. He stepped back and began to walk away.

"Where are you going James?" Said Libitina. He didn't answer and kept walking picking up his pace as he went. "James!" she yelled. Bond had picked his pace up to a run as he exited the crowed. He ran to the car not knowing exactly what he was going to do, but just had to get away from the scene. He had to contact England in some way or another. He got the car and was about to open the door when hand fell on his shoulder. He turned around and saw the face of mister Lasko starring into his eyes, with Mr. Stearyl behind him.

"Worked out perfectly didn't it Mr. Bond. You see my problem don't you, or maybe you just see your own which I have created."

"No one will accuse me of this. They will find you our sooner or later." Said Bond.

"I don't think so; you see you are the only one they can suspect. They have your gun, they know it was your finger who pulled the trigger for it's your prints on the gun. And when your government find these pictures of you handing me these files which you stole form the your government they will suspect you of being traitor, the famous James Bond turning against his country an his own free will."

"But they won't think that. I have no reason to turn against them. They will find a way around this frame and point at you and only you"

"I don't think so, cause due to the problems that are happening inside MI6 and all the things that they have to fix up right now they won't have time to ask why. I'm sorry Mr. Bond but this is how it's going to happen. I could have just killed you that first day in my office but, then the whole British government would be on me and I couldn't have that now could I. So I used you to my advantage. I get to take the information I need, blame it all on you, and while your government is concentrating on how and why you would do this, and as they pay all there attention toward you they will over look my plans to disturb the peace in Iraq thus continuing my work to achieve my goal of global chaos and hopefully achieve what Napoleon and Hitler came so close to doing. But this conversation has gone on to long, it's time for you to disappear for awhile." Bond tried to reach for his gun but was stopped by sharp pain in his neck where a dart from Mr. Stearyl's gun had hit him. He froze for a second and fell to the floor. He was picked up by Mr. Stearyl and dragged into the car, where they pulled off down the street back to CIRA's headquarters.