The Blades Grow Longer
Bond was still in a little bit of shock to see Libitina standing there. It almost seemed like he was starring into her eyes for hours. Everything she did for him was just to make herself seem innocent and lead him to Lasko. "It's funny how a man reacts when something so unaccepted happens. The blood runs from their face, the eyes shoot wide open, they look just like you do right now Mr. Bond." Lasko let out a bellowing laugh. "It amuses me of how easily this is all turning out to be. But seeing that to day isn't going to be the best day of you life Mr. Bond, I might as well make it worst. By tonight I will have completed ELF 2 and be ready to use the Americans submarines against, hmm, how about London, how does that sound Mr. Bond?" "No, I believe it would be better if you commanded it to go up your." "James, let Laureth talk" Interrupted Libitina. "Looks like this woman can still control you Mr. Bond, pathetic. Now you must see what is going to happen to your Mr. Bond. I am going to let you go now, aren't you happy, but the funny thing is that you wont be able to do anything about me. Now you can try and find my secret base in the great Victorian desert under the famous Ayers rock where you can try to stop me but probably die trying, but you will have also have another English agent on you trying to take you away from this place and while your in the sky London and Iraq go bye-bye by way of American missiles. What it going to be Mr. Bond, what is it going to be?" Libitina then drew a small pistol from her pocket and shot a small dart into the side of Bonds neck.
Bond woke up in the comfort of a soft blanket, on a small one person bed. He opened his eyes, and tried to make out where he was. But he couldn't see clearly, the drug in the dart must still be affecting him. He rubbed his eyes and concentrated. His vision started to come back to him and he realized that he was back in the safe house. He wondered why they would leave him in a place where he had access to weapons and a phone line. He walked out of the bed room and quickly found his answer. The whole place was taken apart. The computer was gone, and the walls which should have showed the variety of weapons only showed empty spots where the guns once laid. So he was unarmed and was in the tightest jam ever. He was about to leave when he found a small note lying on the floor. He picked it up and unfolded the 2 folds:
The missiles launch at three Mr. Bond
What's it going to be?
Bond through down the note and looked at his watch. It read ten o'clock. He only had about five hours to find Lakso and stop the attack. He commanded the floor elevator to come down and pick him up. He stepped onto it and it started it accent back up. He got to the top where he found the barrel of a gun pointed right In between his eyes. "M, has given me strict orders, to pick you up Mister Bond, it time to go and clear this mess you supposedly made up." said the man holding the gun. "I was told that you were going to come, I never believed it though" said Bond. "By whom where you told? MI6 was on a full radio silence" said the agent. "If you really want to know, by a Mister Lasko, who is head of the CIRA terror organization, and who will destroy Iraq and London if I don't stop him, so get out of my way!" said Bond with a raising tone of voice, and with that he start to walk around the man. But the agent stopped him with his free hand stuck his gun right at Bonds head. "I know about Mr. Lasko, but I never heard anything of a secret terror organization, what kind of bluff are you trying to pull hear Mister Bond?" "This is no bluff, the reason why you never heard of this secret terror organization is because it is was a secret! Now let me go" "I can not do that! This is my mission and I will not fail it!" said the agent. "Neither will I!" With that Bond shoved the armed hand away and pushed the agent down onto the floor, and ran out. The Agent got to back up to his feet and chased Bond out of the Building, but as he exited there was no sign of Bond anywhere. "Tricky bastard" he said to him self. He then walked across the street and opened the door to a new BMW Z8. He was about to climb in when the door made a sudden swing into his abdomen. The air was knock out of him and when he looked up he saw the face James Bond starring down on him. "Sorry chap, but I need a ride." With that Bond took his keys, and also his gun. He gave the agent one last blow in the stomach to keep him down and climbed into the car, and pulled out. The agent that was left behind finally got up after a few minutes. He reached into his inside jacket pocket and took out a radio. "Contacting Headquarters. Mission status, semi-compromised. Target made a forced escape and got away. Obviously does not want to be brought in. He escaped in BMW which is equipped with the standard issue tracker. Tracking number 38549-6309. Requesting back up and pinpoint location tracking." "Headquarters reads you loud and clear. We will process the tracking number and get back to you later, over and out"
Bond was still in a little bit of shock to see Libitina standing there. It almost seemed like he was starring into her eyes for hours. Everything she did for him was just to make herself seem innocent and lead him to Lasko. "It's funny how a man reacts when something so unaccepted happens. The blood runs from their face, the eyes shoot wide open, they look just like you do right now Mr. Bond." Lasko let out a bellowing laugh. "It amuses me of how easily this is all turning out to be. But seeing that to day isn't going to be the best day of you life Mr. Bond, I might as well make it worst. By tonight I will have completed ELF 2 and be ready to use the Americans submarines against, hmm, how about London, how does that sound Mr. Bond?" "No, I believe it would be better if you commanded it to go up your." "James, let Laureth talk" Interrupted Libitina. "Looks like this woman can still control you Mr. Bond, pathetic. Now you must see what is going to happen to your Mr. Bond. I am going to let you go now, aren't you happy, but the funny thing is that you wont be able to do anything about me. Now you can try and find my secret base in the great Victorian desert under the famous Ayers rock where you can try to stop me but probably die trying, but you will have also have another English agent on you trying to take you away from this place and while your in the sky London and Iraq go bye-bye by way of American missiles. What it going to be Mr. Bond, what is it going to be?" Libitina then drew a small pistol from her pocket and shot a small dart into the side of Bonds neck.
Bond woke up in the comfort of a soft blanket, on a small one person bed. He opened his eyes, and tried to make out where he was. But he couldn't see clearly, the drug in the dart must still be affecting him. He rubbed his eyes and concentrated. His vision started to come back to him and he realized that he was back in the safe house. He wondered why they would leave him in a place where he had access to weapons and a phone line. He walked out of the bed room and quickly found his answer. The whole place was taken apart. The computer was gone, and the walls which should have showed the variety of weapons only showed empty spots where the guns once laid. So he was unarmed and was in the tightest jam ever. He was about to leave when he found a small note lying on the floor. He picked it up and unfolded the 2 folds:
The missiles launch at three Mr. Bond
What's it going to be?
Bond through down the note and looked at his watch. It read ten o'clock. He only had about five hours to find Lakso and stop the attack. He commanded the floor elevator to come down and pick him up. He stepped onto it and it started it accent back up. He got to the top where he found the barrel of a gun pointed right In between his eyes. "M, has given me strict orders, to pick you up Mister Bond, it time to go and clear this mess you supposedly made up." said the man holding the gun. "I was told that you were going to come, I never believed it though" said Bond. "By whom where you told? MI6 was on a full radio silence" said the agent. "If you really want to know, by a Mister Lasko, who is head of the CIRA terror organization, and who will destroy Iraq and London if I don't stop him, so get out of my way!" said Bond with a raising tone of voice, and with that he start to walk around the man. But the agent stopped him with his free hand stuck his gun right at Bonds head. "I know about Mr. Lasko, but I never heard anything of a secret terror organization, what kind of bluff are you trying to pull hear Mister Bond?" "This is no bluff, the reason why you never heard of this secret terror organization is because it is was a secret! Now let me go" "I can not do that! This is my mission and I will not fail it!" said the agent. "Neither will I!" With that Bond shoved the armed hand away and pushed the agent down onto the floor, and ran out. The Agent got to back up to his feet and chased Bond out of the Building, but as he exited there was no sign of Bond anywhere. "Tricky bastard" he said to him self. He then walked across the street and opened the door to a new BMW Z8. He was about to climb in when the door made a sudden swing into his abdomen. The air was knock out of him and when he looked up he saw the face James Bond starring down on him. "Sorry chap, but I need a ride." With that Bond took his keys, and also his gun. He gave the agent one last blow in the stomach to keep him down and climbed into the car, and pulled out. The agent that was left behind finally got up after a few minutes. He reached into his inside jacket pocket and took out a radio. "Contacting Headquarters. Mission status, semi-compromised. Target made a forced escape and got away. Obviously does not want to be brought in. He escaped in BMW which is equipped with the standard issue tracker. Tracking number 38549-6309. Requesting back up and pinpoint location tracking." "Headquarters reads you loud and clear. We will process the tracking number and get back to you later, over and out"
