Wrath of the Pink Panther.
Hi! Welcome to my fic! Those familiar with the Pink Panther movie series will get this! Those who haven't seen them go out to Blockbuster and rent it! Anyway, onto the story! For the record, this is set just after The Spy Who Loved Me.
Charles Dreyfus stood at the foot of the open grave in London. The mahogany casket was set upon the ropes, ready to be lowered down. Inside was the best secret agent in the world, snuffed out. He was still in awe. England's best man, James Bond. Killed in the line of duty. A year ago, he had replaced the late Sir Miles Messervy as head of MI6, and he had really liked Bond. Life was full of death regrettably. He knew though, that his new secretary, Miss Moneypenny would never be the same.
He bowed his head as the shots to honour the dead hero.
Dreyfus sat in his office as the rain pattered down on the window.
There was a small space of wall in the office to honour the dead agents of the 00 section in here.
Dreyfus poured himself a brandy and raised the glass in salute to the late Commander Bond.
Just before he took a sip, the intercom buzzed, causing him to jump and splash the whole sifter right in his face. He coughed and sputtered like an unresponsive car.
He hit the button impatiently. "Yes?" he growled.
"Francois Chevalier to see you." Miss Moneypenny said.
"Send him in." Dreyfus said as he wiped his face.
Francois, his old assistant from the SuretÄ came in.
"Good afternoon, Chief Inspector Dreyfus." He said, retaining the gin that Dreyfus knew.
"Ah, Francois." Dreyfus said. "Good to see you again. Please sit down."
Francois took a seat and Dreyfus offered him a drink. He declined.
"I have heard through ze grapevine that your best man met with a bitter end." Francois said.
"Oh, you mean Bond." Dreyfus said. "Yes. He was the best. Now, no more."
"Well, the SuretÄ are offering a replacement man to help solve the murder." Francois said. "But I'm not sure you want him on the case."
"Nonsense, Francois." Dreyfus said. "Tell Paris to ship him out now."
Francois gave an apologetic grin and turned to go.
"By the way who is this man the suggest?" Dreyfus asked.
"Former Chief Inspector Clouseau." Francois said and left.
Dreyfus sat quietly, simmering in pure rage. And after a little while, his left eye had begun to twitch.
End of chapter!
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