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Summery: What really happened to James Gatz. Meant to be really short.
Jay Gatsby was lying on his back, reflecting what he was going to do now that Daisy no longer cared for him. Mr. Wilson came truding up the way wailing like a lunitic. Owen wilson shot once at Gatsby. He missed, because at that moment A shot behind Gatsby fired. Mr. Wilson staggered over to the bushes and died. Gatsby looked behind him.
Behind him were two gentlemen in black tuxes. The taller one nodded to the other, who proceeded to place a body in to Gatsby's pool. Gatsby looked up questioningly but said nothing.
"You James Gatz?" The tall man barked. That fit it too. He looked like a big vicious dog. If he were to grin it would be to bar his teeth.
Gatsby nodded.
"Come with me," Gatsby grabbed a towel, and proceeded behind the dog like man.
"Weclome, to her majesty's secret service."
"Excuse me?" Gatsby spoke like a man with a thousand questions on his tongue, and realized he picked the wrong one.
" You, Gatsby, are chosen to Join the Queen of Englands secret service, because of your notorious war record, and reputation of getting out of tight spots. You no longer have any ties to your old life, making you the perfect canidate. Unfortuantly, you can no longer keep your name and must immeaditly change to a new one."
"If I do not accept?"
"I will be forced to kill you." By then they had reached a black car. The short man opened the door for Gatsby.
"May I choose my own?"
"Yes."
Gatsby sat in the car and thought. The first thought that came to his mind was Nick Carraway. Remebering all that Nick had done for him made hime wish to honor him somehow, and he really missed his old name, James.
"well?"
Remebering what Nick did for a living, a smile came to Gatsby's lips, " Bond," He said, "James Bond."
Okay so it was perdictable...other than that how was it?
Summery: What really happened to James Gatz. Meant to be really short.
Jay Gatsby was lying on his back, reflecting what he was going to do now that Daisy no longer cared for him. Mr. Wilson came truding up the way wailing like a lunitic. Owen wilson shot once at Gatsby. He missed, because at that moment A shot behind Gatsby fired. Mr. Wilson staggered over to the bushes and died. Gatsby looked behind him.
Behind him were two gentlemen in black tuxes. The taller one nodded to the other, who proceeded to place a body in to Gatsby's pool. Gatsby looked up questioningly but said nothing.
"You James Gatz?" The tall man barked. That fit it too. He looked like a big vicious dog. If he were to grin it would be to bar his teeth.
Gatsby nodded.
"Come with me," Gatsby grabbed a towel, and proceeded behind the dog like man.
"Weclome, to her majesty's secret service."
"Excuse me?" Gatsby spoke like a man with a thousand questions on his tongue, and realized he picked the wrong one.
" You, Gatsby, are chosen to Join the Queen of Englands secret service, because of your notorious war record, and reputation of getting out of tight spots. You no longer have any ties to your old life, making you the perfect canidate. Unfortuantly, you can no longer keep your name and must immeaditly change to a new one."
"If I do not accept?"
"I will be forced to kill you." By then they had reached a black car. The short man opened the door for Gatsby.
"May I choose my own?"
"Yes."
Gatsby sat in the car and thought. The first thought that came to his mind was Nick Carraway. Remebering all that Nick had done for him made hime wish to honor him somehow, and he really missed his old name, James.
"well?"
Remebering what Nick did for a living, a smile came to Gatsby's lips, " Bond," He said, "James Bond."
Okay so it was perdictable...other than that how was it?
