James' thougths now flashed back to the task at hand. Infiltrating
the Arx-D headquarters building. He almost thought of this job as funny,
something that teenage pranksters would do. Sneak into a toilet paper
factory. However, this was no ordinary toilet paper factory, and Bond knew
that Robinson's life depended on this mission's success. James squinted as
he neared the four story building. He saw a young handyman standing at the
base of it. Tall and paling with dark hair, and he had an I.D. card. James
had just been presented with a perfect opportunity to enter the building.
He walked up to the young man and started engaging in pleasant
conversation. Then, in one swift motion he elbowed the man in the face. Not
dead, but incapacitated. Bond then dragged the man into a shadowy corner
and traded clothes with him. He switched his expensive Armani suit for an
old, raggedy suit.
"Ah, the things one must do for his country," James thought as he walked away from the unconscious man. Now, he checked the I.D. card. Another stroke of luck must have hit Bond as this man looked nearly the same as James did when he was in his mid-twenties. Bond then put his sidearm, the Walther PPK into one of the inside pockets of the worn suit. He then took of his expensive custom-made Rolex watch and put it into another inside pocket. Finally, he put on the man's hat and the transformation was complete.
James walked to the front door of the building and opened it. Inside, a brush of cool air that had hit him was a welcome relief from the hot and humid weather outside. James looked around and then saw some fellow handymen walking towards the cafeteria. "Must be lunch time," he thought. He followed the men until they reached the cafeteria, and then turned to the side. He glanced around, and then saw a door labeled "Restricted Personnel Only". He knew that was where he had to begin.
James walked over to the door, but saw that it could only be opened with a lock. "Ah, the joys of being a handyman," James thought, as he reached down into the nearest outside pocket to him, and took out a set of keys. "One of these must do the trick," he said as he chose the first key. He stuck it into the lock, but it wouldn't fit. He tried the same procedure with three more keys, until he found the one that fit. It clicked into place, and then Bond turned the knob. The door opened, and Bond looked inside... TO BE CONTINUED...
"Ah, the things one must do for his country," James thought as he walked away from the unconscious man. Now, he checked the I.D. card. Another stroke of luck must have hit Bond as this man looked nearly the same as James did when he was in his mid-twenties. Bond then put his sidearm, the Walther PPK into one of the inside pockets of the worn suit. He then took of his expensive custom-made Rolex watch and put it into another inside pocket. Finally, he put on the man's hat and the transformation was complete.
James walked to the front door of the building and opened it. Inside, a brush of cool air that had hit him was a welcome relief from the hot and humid weather outside. James looked around and then saw some fellow handymen walking towards the cafeteria. "Must be lunch time," he thought. He followed the men until they reached the cafeteria, and then turned to the side. He glanced around, and then saw a door labeled "Restricted Personnel Only". He knew that was where he had to begin.
James walked over to the door, but saw that it could only be opened with a lock. "Ah, the joys of being a handyman," James thought, as he reached down into the nearest outside pocket to him, and took out a set of keys. "One of these must do the trick," he said as he chose the first key. He stuck it into the lock, but it wouldn't fit. He tried the same procedure with three more keys, until he found the one that fit. It clicked into place, and then Bond turned the knob. The door opened, and Bond looked inside... TO BE CONTINUED...