MALPRADE'S ALPINE PALACE,
SWITZERLAND.
A visage of soft purple morning daylight swamps the Suisse Alps, the snow-covered peaks towering over the landscape.
At the heart of the vista, an elegant Alpine Palace exists, a futuristic mansion of beauty resting between two isolated mountains. A private runway area preceeds the Palace, a runway on which the jet has now made it's landing, a flank of security surrounding it.
Maximillian Malprade, buoyed by supreme confidence, steps off the jet and braces himself for the cold, obviously reacting to the low temperature. He calms himself by seeing Jacqual emerge from the back with the nuclear missile as guards drag off the real world leaders.
Malprade faces them, looking disgusted. "You have wasted this world. Your predecessors will be instructed to do right by it. They will do as you should have done. They will putyour names in history."
He nods and the world leaders are carried away by the guards. "Take them down with the missile." Malprade ordered.
Hesees them go while guards carry the missile off into a subterranean tunnel. Jacqual joins him and he once again removes his mask, this time his reptilian genes seen in all their horrific glory as they kiss. Malprade watches her touch his face, amazed.
"How do you live like this?..." she asked, tenderly. Malprade found it hard to feel emotion, but with her his senses momentarily overcame the cold-bloodedness within. "With difficulty," he responded. "But, I worship my difference. Soon, so will the world. Come, let me show you the world I created here."
Almost giddily, Malprade leads Jacqual offinto the Palace, the entrance holdinga huge towering study the size of a ballroom, filled with exquisite furnishings and artistry. The window is a specially created portrait of Malprade with his hands touching the world, beyond it a view of the entire Alps. Heleads Jacqual by the hand into the gargantuan study, she looking amazed at the window frame.
"What do you think?. Magnificent, isn't it?..." he asked, proudly, enjoying Jacqual's emotional reaction. "The window. I've never seen anything like it." she admitted.
Malprade nodded, knowing it was unique. "It took two years to complete. And yet it will take not much more than two seconds to destroy."
Jacqual looks at him horrified, at which point Malprade explains himself. "You see, I always enjoyed the irony of this place. It was a palace built on the ice, within the very atmosphere most abhorrent to me. I spent so long searching for a way to destroy that within me that made me so different, up on this mountain, that I forgot what life was. I forgot how much my technology, my genius, could do for the world. I knew that once I had completed my work, begun to help the human race share my difference, that this beautiful monstrosity must be wiped from the face of the Earth."
She shook her head. "But, it is so wonderful."
"Fear not, my sweet Jacqual."Malprade said. "We will build ourselves a new palace, together." Hetakes her hand and kisses it, the horrific reptile deformity clear.He presses a button on a desk, the top revolving to reveal a control panel of buttons which control all sorts of technology.
Malprade presses a button on the panel and guides Jacqual to the window, both looking out to the forefront runway area. The jet begins to move aside as the runway itself begins opening up vertically, revealing a silo below holding a huge rocket.
Magnetically clamped to the rocket are the terrified world leaders.
"The missile is being inserted inside that rocket as we speak, ready to be primed for detonation." Malprade announced. "In one swoop, we will wipe out the old, to bring in the new." Heactivates a timer program device on the panel to activate the missile. He beckons Jacqual toward it.
"The honour is yours."Malprade declared with glee. "Go ahead, begin your destiny."
Overawed by events, Jacqual moves over to the panel and programs a 15 minute countdown into the timer device. She smiles at her twisted lover as she activates the detonation sequence. She thentakes Malprade's hand by the window, both looking out to the exposed missile silo as the detonation sequence is loudly announced.
Looking out closer at the purple Alpine sky, Malprade begins to see a dot rapidly closing in from the distance at great speed.
"What is it?..." a concerned Jacqual asks as Malprade grabs binoculars and looks out the window, seeing the US Navy fighter plane flying in at rapid speed toward the Palace. He throws them angrily aside as Jacqual sees the plane only seconds away.
"It's Bond." he says with a cold anger.
The fighter plane flies on a kamikaze collision course directly into the Palace, slowing down slightly as it flies in. Guards machine gun the plane as the pilot ejects from it and it crashes through the portrait window and wall, into the study.
Malprade drags Jacqual quickly into a lift which channels them up into the Palace, as the fighter plane crashes through and explodes.
The foundations of the Palace are rocked by the huge explosion, which blasts out the very front, killing a massive wave of guards. The pilot of the destroyed plane, James Bond, parachutes down from the sky after ejecting, landing on the slightly jagged, snowy roof.
007looks down into the runway forecourt where the missile silo hatch is now slowly beginning to close, guards milling about. Four US Army helicopter gunships appear over the mountain rise and begin shelling guards, dropping armed assault teams into battle.
Nadia Damescuis on one of the gunships, seen to drop down and head into the closing silo as a huge gunfire battle takes place above. On the roof, Bond observes this with pleasure, until he hearsthe familiar voice of his nemesis Malprade. "Nice of you to drop in, Mr Bond."
Bond turns around, only to see Malprade and Jacqual emerge from a lift across the roof. He begins running towards them, diving to dodge a wave of security ordered to get him as Malprade and Jacqual head off down the roof.
007dives across the roof, rolling down it's slightly sloping edge, avoiding the gunfire that is pummeled down by the guards.
The roof hatch of the silo automatically finishes closing up as Nadia gets inside, scaling the staircase surrounding the large rocket.
Shesees the world leaders magnetically strapped to the side of the rocket, observing this with concern as she reaches the bottom. Shefinds a panel that allows her to expose the nuclear missile lodged inside the rocket, observing the timer reaching 10 minutes.
Nadia sighs with concern, getting to work.
The bullets fly in from all sides towards Bond as he finishes rolling down the sloping roof, falling of the edge. He lands on a clump of snow in front of a wall, only slightly bruising himself. A massive gunfire battle takes place on the runway.
007gets up, only to face a guard holding a bazooka rifle he aims at him. The guard is shot by a US assault team member before he can fire a missile. Bond salutes his thanks at the US officer, then noticing Malpradeand Jacqual descending from the snowyroof with a huge guard escort, heading towards the jet just on the side of the runway.
Bond dives bulletfire and grabs the bazooka rifle, taking aim. The jet explodes hugely as a missile impacts it, blowing up a large amount of guards and slightly fazing Malprade and Jacqual, who turn angrily to see Bond smile at them, aiming his bazooka and blowing away guards taking on the US officers.
"Let me stop him!..." exclaimed a furious Jacqual, motioning to get him.
Malprade stopped her dead. "No, I'll deal with 007. You take care of his ally."
Malprade points his cane at a silo passageway where Nadia is visible inside. Jacqual kisses him and rushes off into the tunnel, leaving Malprade to run off towards the smouldering interior of his Palace. Seeing him,007 throws aside the bazooka and proceeds to pursue.
The panel exposing the inner workings of the missile is fiddled with by Nadia, frantically seeing the timer reach 5 minutes.
She hears someone behind her, turning to see Jacqual kick her hard in the face. "Time for your family reunion." she cursed.
The smouldering interior is a shadow of the grande splendour it used to be, much of the inside destroyed, smoking rubble everywhere. Malprade runs through the rubble, enjoying seeing Bond try catching him, using the destroyed palace to create obstacles.
"There's nowhere to run, Malprade." shouted Bond. "It's all over."
"I don't have to run, Mr Bond." Malprade replied, a somewhat insane tone coming from his lips. "The world is now mine."
Laughing like a maniac, Malprade continues running, heading for his study. Determined to get him, Bond keeps pursuing.
The fight is brutal, Jacqual using her attacking skill to pummel Nadia.
"I enjoyed killing your father." Jacqual announced. "I never thought killing you would be even more of a thrill."
The kicking and punching continues, Jacqual keeping Nadia on the floor. The world leaders watch, disturbed.
Jacqual laughed at her opponent. "Come on, are you going to make this easy for me?. Don't you have revenge in mind?. Don't you want to see me suffer?..."
A scream of anger bursts through Nadia, who jumps up and unleashes a right hook. The punch knocks Jacqual to the side, drawing blood. She licks the blood, laughing as she sees Nadia braced ready to fight, a steely look on her face.
"I'm ready to fight you." she said.
Jacqual smiled a broad, twisted smile. "Good. Now, we're getting somewhere."
The two women begin brawling, Nadia and Jacqual matching each other in a tough battle. The two women draw blood from each other, the rage welling through Nadia as she pummels Jacqual, seemingly possessed by vengeance itself.
Suddenly, Jacqual turns the fighting style on, slamming Nadia back onto a metallic panel by the wall in a fierce roundhouse kick. The device holds the magnetic clamps secure. It triggers them to release, the world leaders getting free of the rocket.
"Get out of here!..." she shouted at the captured politicians, whobegin running for the exit tunnel, at which pointJacqual turns, pulling out a machine gun, running closer to the rocket. Shestands by the rocket and aims her gun at the fleeing leaders, laughing.
Quickly, Nadia turns and slams the device behind her. The magnetic clamps activate as Jacqual realises, her gun flung to the rocket. Holding it, Jacqual is flung onto it, the clamps sealing her in extremely tight. She tries to wriggle free.
Nadia heads over to where she's trapped and says. "Laugh your way out of this." before knocking Jacqual unconscious with a hard punch. She kneels down to the missile panel and grabs a series of wires, yanking them out and deactivating the nuclear trigger, if not the bomb.
Observing the trapped Jacqual with disgust, Nadia runs off down the tunnel.
The timer reaches the last 60 seconds.
The burning remains of the fighter plane sit in what once was the beautiful study, the windows completely smashed, all noise from outside audible. Malprade runs in towards the window, approaching his still-working escape lift.
Bond follows him in. "Give it up, Malprade!"
Malprade just laughed. "Any second now, Mr Bond, this entire mountain will incinerate, a new world order will be born and I will ascend to godhood."
"You can never change the world." Bond declared.
"My clones already have." replied Malprade,drunk with power. "At G8 right now, they will steer my path of evolving the human race onto the new, serpentine, level."
"Did no one tell you?..." Bond began, ready to deliver his coup de grace. "Your clones suffered a little evolution of their own, when I blew up that aircraft carrier."
Hearing this, Malprade loses his confidentattitude. "You're bluffing." he said, trying to convince himself more than anyone else.
007 justgrins at him, Malprade turning to absolute rage as he realises he's not lying. "NOOOO!..."
Malprade enters his lift which descends just as the foundations shake with a rumbling coming from under the mountain. Bond dashes to the window, observing the silo exploding without nuclear yield as Nadia and the world leaders take off in the helicopters.
They lock eyes from a distance. "James!..." Nadia says, worried, seeing him above.
The explosions begin spreading as Bond sees Malprade ski out of a hatch below, heading off at speed down the mountainside. Looking around,007 suddenly sees a piece of equipment in an adjoining room, which he knows he must use.
The helicopters hover as the Palace explodes massively all around, heading upwards enough to avoid the increasing blasts. Nadia watches worriedly as the Palace explodes, then seeing007 fly through a window on a jet ski, flying over the helicopters.
The jet ski lands as the final explosion blows the Palace to bits, Bond looking back as the snow on the mountaintop rocks. The helicopter gunships fly away into the distance with Nadia hanging off the edge, seeing an avalanche of snow fall from the explosion effect.
The avalanche rolls down the mountain in pursuit of Bond, himself in pursuit of Malprade, now skiing down the mountain expertly. He turns and sees Bond coming after him on the jet ski, grabbing a machine gun around his neck.
The bullets fired from Malprade hit the jet ski and cause007 to swerve through the snow to avoid them, he carrying on regardless. Malprade's aim is off so he throws away a ski stick to concentrate better in firing, using his snakeskin cane to guide him.
Relentless,Bond keeps on racing down the mountain, closing in on his nemesis,who's blood is chilled by theicecold, only increasing his rage.
The avalanche tundra rolls on down getting closer, Nadia watching concerned in a helicopter above keeping track of the chase. She gasps as she sees a massive crevice in the mountain below approaching the chasers, neither seemingly having any idea.
"James!. Look out!..." she cried, knowing he wouldn't be able to hear.
As the drop approaches, Malprade clearly knows it's coming and so throws away his machine gun into the snow by him. Bond sees him do this before he sees Malprade leap as he flies over the huge crevice, landing awkwardly on the other side.
The avalanche is set to swallow007 up as he reaches the drop and leaps off the jet ski as it flies off the edge, down the crevice. Leaping through the air, Bond just avoids the snowy tundra that crashes into the crevice after the fallen jet ski. Helands on the opposite side painfully as the tundra rolls like a waterfall behind, casting blizzard rain of snow as it does.
He sees Malprade limping off towards an abandoned radar tower to the side, throwing his destroyed skis into the snow. Bond goes to pursue but the tundra power begins sucking him through towards the hole, he sliding without any grip on the snow.
The force sucks Bond down as the helicopter swoops in above him. Nadia reaches out and grabs007 by the arm as he is about to be sucked down the hole, he hanging onto her for dear life. "Not bad timing, huh?..." she quipped with a smile.
The helicopter swoops up and Bond is carried out of the hole, smiling at Nadia as he grabs onto the underside of the chopper.007 points towards the radar station at the pilot, who heads toward it, the secret agent ready for the final showdown.
An intelligence radar station, long abandoned from use during the Cold War, now surrounded and covered by a lot of snow. Malprade is running up the stairs around the side of the tower, heading for the top, growling with his iced rage.
The helicopter swoops in through the tundra blizzard,007 hanging on until he drops onto the roof of the radar tower. The gunship flies off over the tower and Bond lands, Malprade appearing behind and drawing the sword from his cane.
Bond turns as Malprade, filled with insane rage, slices his sword, cutting into his chest, drawing blood in a cut on his stomach.He jumps back asthe megalomaniaccomes at him repeatedly, swinging the sword all around, his composure totally and utterly lost.
The helicopter begins coming around for a return pass, Nadia seeing the unfair fight on the roof taking place with worry. Bond edges back across the roof, ducking and avoiding the slicing sword, unable to fight back against Malprade in any way.
As he reaches the edge, Bond falls to the floor as the sword slices. Malprade towers over him, holding the sword confidently.
"The serpent always wins, Bond." he declared
Hegoes to plunge the sword at him but the helicopter swoops in,007 shooting a watch piton up at it. The sword hits the roof as Bond is swung up by the piton, grabbing the sword from his hand, flying over the megalomaniac.
Bond detaches the piton and lands behind Malprade, thrusting the sword into his chest, it bursting out of his back.
"Cold enough for you, Malprade?..." he asked, seeing the sword has killed Malprade, who silently falls over the edge with it still through him.
Bond watches as he hits the snow at the foot of the radar tower. "Or is it never cold enough?..."
The helicopter again swoops down and Nadia appears out of the door. Bond turns and sees her. "I think he got the point." he quipped.
Nadia smiles as007 heads over and climbs into the helicopter, which flies away. The blizzard of avalanche snow continues falling.
An intelligence helicopter flies through the darkness covering the Suisse Alps, the blanket of snow lighting it up beautifully. M,Bill Tannerand Moneypenny are inside the helicopter, searching the mountains with a flashlight coming out of the front.
"We got word from the US Marine Forces." Tanner confirmed."Malprade's base was entirely destroyed by his own missile. The nuclear trigger was ripped out before detonation."
"And Bond?..." a concerned Moneypenny asked.
Tanner nodded. "Seems as though he made it, although he hasn't turned up yet."
"I'm sure 007's on top of things." M said, the irony of the comment not entirely being lost on the sharp ageing boss.
The helicopter flies over a beautiful Alpine chalet hotel in the mountains, heading away.
A beautiful wood-panelled bedroom with a burning log fire warming the room with a fantastic view of the exquisite Alps beyond.
Clothes lie strewn all across the room, up towards the bed with a big, embroidered duvet under which are two familiar figures.
Bond is making love to Nadia in the bed, the two hearing the helicopter pass overhead.
"D'you think they're looking for us, James?..." asked Nadia, as 007 kissed her neck.
Bond nodded, seriously. "Undoubtedly."
Nadia too became serious, fearing of the repercussions. "Shouldn't we let them know we're here?..."
Bond stops kissing her momentarily, considering Nadia's serious comment. In the end, he just smiled. "Let's stay undercover." he suggested.
He returns to kissing her, Bond and Nadia sliding their way under the duvet.
Oh, James!..."
THE END.
JAMES BOND WILL RETURN.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hope all Bond fans out there enjoyed this fan-fic. Like to think you could imagine it as being the next Pierce Brosnan movie never made. Plaudits/criticisms would be appreciated.