Okay, here is the first part for another version of a modern League of Extraordinary Gentlemen. This one is different than the first one I wrote, called The League. Also, Bond is played by a different actor. In this he's played by Jason Isaacs. And M is played by Gene Hackman. I do not own any of these characters, unless I say otherwise, nor do I own the concept of LXG.

Okay, here it is.

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LXG: The Edge of Nowhere

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He stood, gazing out at the night sky, listening to the people bustling about down below, several stories down. Raising his arm he looked at his watch, silently cursing under his breath. It wasn't like him to be late.

"M, I presume?"

M turned his head and looked as a man in a not too expensive looking suit and long coat walked up to him. He was in his late thirties with dark hair and eyes that seemed to hold a raw energy in them.

"You're correct, Mr. Bond."

James Bond nodded as he moved to stand next to M, who turned and continued looking out at the night sky. They stayed like that for a few moments before Bond spoke up. "I'm assuming that you didn't ask to meet me out here because you didn't want to look at the stars alone."

M smirked. "You know me too well," he dryly remarked as he turned and faced Bond. "You know of the situation, do you not?" When Bond nodded, he continued. "Good. The team has been assembled."

Bond looked over at him. "Alright, I'll go get them, and then you can decide on the leader and-"

"You are the leader, James," M said, cutting him off.

Bond turned fully around and looked at him in the same way a child would look if their parent had just shot their pet. "You can't be serious."

M's eyes narrowed. "I am VERY serious here, Mr. Bond. You need to be disciplined, and your other superiors feel this would be the best way to do it, by helping the yanks." As he finished he turned and continued to look out at the sky.

Bond sputtered for a few moments before regaining his composure. "Disciplined!? For what!?" He yelled, slightly recoiling when M turned and gave him an icy look that could have probably frightened a demon from hell.

"For what? Well, let's see." M paused, and Bond could tell he was sarcastically pretending like he was trying to remember. "How about that information you gave away to that woman?"

Bond blinked. "How did you know about that?"

Reaching into his coat, M pulled out a rolled up newspaper and handed it to Bond, who unfolded it and looked at the front page. His eyes widened in shock. "…oh."

M chuckled bitterly. "Yes, she robbed the HSBC bank, stealing three hundred million dollars, because YOU told her about its security."

"How was I suppose to know she was going to do that!?" Bond shot back, trying to defend himself.

"Maybe because she's working for Pierce."

Bond's eyes widened at that. "Are you serious?" When M nodded Bond raised one of his hands, massaging the bridge of his nose. "Good god."

"Yes, which is why you're being assigned to this mission. We'll give you whatever supplies you need, but you will be expected to lead this team after recruiting them. Go out there, find Pierce before the yanks do. Is that in anyway unclear?"

Bond sighed heavily before shaking his head. "Perfectly clear," he muttered before turning and walking away.

"Wait." Bond turned around as M walked up to him. Opening his coat he pulled out a folder and handed it to Bond. "This is the list of the other members of the team, and where they can be found. Now, there are some specific instructions with that one." He pointed to the fourth name down. "I'd suggest you get him early and be done with it."

The 00 agent nodded before turning and walking away from M, leaving him once again alone on the rooftop.

Once down below in the streets Bond opened the folder and looked at the first name, as well as a picture attached. It showed a man in his late forties, with a moustache and beard, with black hair. He was holding a rifle in both hands.

Bond's eyes traveled down to where it said 'location'.

Perfection Valley, Nevada.

Bond looked down farther on the page, and his eyes widened.

"And what the bloody hell is a graboid?" he asked himself as he got into his car.