Chapter Four.

Off Track

Bond looked up at him without much surprise and saw the clerk holding a gun the two of them, the men who had boarded the train last moved in closer.

"I guess you don't want this." Bond said putting the tickets on the chair.

"Your guns, give them to me!" the clerk ordered, Bond reached in for the gun and the man put the gun closer to assure Bond not to make any moves, Bond took out the gun and gave it to him.

"Do be careful with that, the safety is off" Bond said. The ticket clerk seemed enraged by Bond's comment.

"SHUT UP!" he ordered, his eye darted towards Goodhead and the other men were now very close to them. Goodhead picked up her handbag, and Bond had to conceal his smirk.

"Her!" one of the men yelled. The ticket clerk snatched the handbag out of Goodhead's hand.

"How rude." Bond said, the clerk looked at him again with a silencing look and Bond looked away. The clerk looked at the little handbag and inspected it, and then he opened it.

Gas shot out immediately and the man was taken so aback that he fell backwards, Bond and Goodhead were up in a flash and Bond quickly went after his gun, the other men jumped into a fight. Goodhead was quick and snapped punches at the men with speed and precision, one man grabbed her arm and she quickly took him and flipped him over, ending his day by slamming her high heel on his chest, the other men went after Bond, who again, wasn't able to get his gun, he grappled with one man for a moment and a second came and punched him in the gut, quickly thinking Bond elbowed backwards and sent the man into the chair, the man he was grappling with grabbed him and threw him sending Bond into the window, the glass smashed and the two of them battle in a stiff fight. The man who fell into the chair was quickly up and Goodhead had him covered, she slapped him initially and he tried to backhand slap her back but she grabbed his hand and smashed his head into a wall, she then grabbed Bond's gun off the ground and smashed it over the man Bond was fighting with and he fell to the ground. Bond looked at Goodhead wide eyed.

"Thank you..." He said, he took his gun from her. "…come on go into the next car!" he ordered. Goodhead obeyed and ran to the end of the train car and opened the door and ran out into he open space between cars and then into the next car, Bond followed behind her but when he was in the open space he could see a speck in the distance moving in the same direction as the train and getting closer, he knew it was a motorcycle and that this would be more difficult than he thought, but he ignored it for now and went into the next car.

"James!" Goodhead yelled as soon as he was in, past her he could see another set of men coming towards them, this time with guns. Bond took one shot and hit the closest one in the chest, next to Bond and Goodhead was a conductor's booth, quickly he smashed all his body weight into the door and it opened.

"Get in!" Bond ordered, she stepped in and Bond after her just when the bullets started coming to them. In the cramped space Bond stood as far away from the bullets as possible, frequently, when the bullets took a pause, he'd look out and take shots. Bond stole a glance at Goodhead and she looked terrified.

"James…" she muttered worriedly, Bond look out took another shot.

"Don't worry everything is fine." Bond tried t say reassuringly.

"…No James, look!" Goodhead pointed and Bond followed her finger.

A bomb.

Bond rolled his eyes, and realized that there wasn't much firing going on, he looked out and saw they were rushing to the booth.

"Stay down!" Bond threw himself out the booth and took a shot and hit the man coming with the automatic weapon, the other men stopped shocked, at Bond's sudden appearance and that gave Bond the chance to go after the automatic. Quickly he had it and ordered Goodhead to stay behind him, the thugs hid behind the chairs which were seated in rows not facing Bond so he couldn't see behind them. Bond stayed alert for when one of the men would dart out from behind the men and try to take a-

A man popped up and Bond shot quickly hitting him, for some reason this seemed to set off the other men because they all jumped up, however none of them had guns and Bond made quick work of them. The low rumble of the train speeding along on the track was the only sound for a moment, but Bond heard something else, he knew what it was, a louder groaning sound.

"On the ground!" Bond yelled and Goodhead threw herself on the ground and Bond did the same. The bullets rained into the train with a loud chaotic set of explosions, on top of that the loud roar of the motorcycles made the situation even more chaotic.

"Into the next car, come on!" Bond yelled as he put the gun into its holster and crawled to the exit. He did so rapidly and realized when he was close enough to the door the motorcycles had pulled off ahead; they must have anticipated his move so he stood up. Not a second after he did stand up, the door opened up and a huge man stood there, Bond didn't have the time to react, the man grabbed Bond and lifted him over his head and tossed him down the aisle, Bond quickly rebounded but the moment he did the motorcycles had fell back in range of him, so Bond was forced to drop back down to the floor. Bond looked around but couldn't see Goodhead anywhere, the motorcycles pulled off and the huge man once again had Bond but this time he pointed him at the window and through him out.

Bond thought fast and was able catch on to the window frame and hang there for a few seconds before throwing himself off. He rolled like a ball and eventually came to a stop, he looked up and saw a motorcycle had pulled off and was coming towards him. Bond faked himself being knocked out and laid on the ground motionless, he had already taken his gun out, the bike got closer by the second and the biker pulled up the automatic gun ready to shoot, before the man could even aim Bond had rolled over and took his shot hitting the man square in the chest. The bike swiveled a bit before the biker fell off and the bike hit the ground. Bond got up as fast as he could and picked the bike up and jumped on and began to speed his way to catch up with the train. All Bond thought about was Goodhead, he hadn't seen her before he was ejected from the train and the bomb, it was set for another half hour which meant it was planned to be detonated at the receiving station in town. Bond raced faster and he could see the other biker still driving his bike next to the train. Bond got his bike next to the window he was thrown out of and stayed leveled with it for a moment before tossing himself back inside, he could hear the bike crashing to the ground behind him. When he stood up he was in time to see Goodhead stab the huge man with a pen, the man laughed and grabbed Goodhead and began to sling her over his shoulder, but his body became very rigid and he fell over. Bond rushed over to Goodhead, who was extremely surprised to see him.

"James…!" she yelled. Bond looked at the huge man lying on the floor.

"I guess the pen is mightier than the sword." He said.

"…James the bomb!" Goodhead reminded him. Bond nodded and looked over to the next car which was the main conductor's both.

"Lets get in there and see if we can stop the train!" Bond yelled. The two of them rushed into the next car and the remaining motorcyclist tried to shoot them but missed, inside the main control area Goodhead went to work, she sat down and looked around and pressed buttons and flipped controls.

"This doesn't look good James!" Goodhead yelled over the roar of the train and the motorcycle racing.

"What's wrong?" Bond asked, he leaned over to see the controls.

"All the controls are jammed I don't think I can make anything of it." She confessed. Bond shook his head.

"So you can't stop this thing!" Bond asked, Goodhead turned to him and she shook her head.

"I could try a little longer but…" Goodhead trailed off. Bond shook his head.

"No come on we'll go after the bomb!" He yelled. The two of them ran back out of the car and into the previous one and the motorcyclist continued with the shooting and Goodhead and Bond made it to the conductor's booth with the bomb, again Goodhead went to work, but she didn't touch the bomb.

"It's rigged!" she alerted him, Bond frowned.

"Damn!" He spat, she looked at him.

"I'm pretty sure I could defuse it but the train is moving too much it's a wonder it hasn't gone off already!" She yelled. Bond looked around.

"It's not worth it…" He said. "…somehow we have to stop this train!" Bond yelled, Goodhead thought but she couldn't think of anything.

"But how James?" she asked, he thought for a moment and in his eyes she could see something had come to mind.

"Follow me, come on!" He ordered.

They were back into the aisle again but this time Bond engaged the motorcyclist head on, shooting at him until he got his shot and caused the biker to fall off and the bike to disappear, he ran off ahead and looked at the connector for the first two cars, he pulled at it and kicked it and tried to move it but it was stuck, he cursed and ran back to Goodhead. He pushed her into the previous car and kicked the connector as he made is way in.

"Go hold on to something!" Bond yelled, there wasn't much time only about five minutes left. The separation of cars jerked the car around a bit, and Bond ran over to the back of the car and opened the metal box marked 'emergency brake' without any thought Bond pulled the emergency brake and the entire car slammed and screeched as it began to stop, Bond fell and the cars shook violently as it came to a complete stop, quickly Bond got up and took Goodhead by the hand, he lead her outside were the motorcycle he had shot down a minute ago laid, he picked it up and got on.

"Get on!" He demanded, Goodhead didn't ask any questions and jumped on the back, Bond threw the motorcycle forward and started racing to catch up to the train. The sand that was kicked up from the cars that came to an unexpected end, blew into Bond and Goodhead's eyes, but that didn't slow Bond at all he moved the bike as fast as he could along the track trying to catch up to the runaway train. Suddenly the terrain became rough, Bond was taken totally by surprised and he realized this meant he was closer to the city, the terrain was becoming rock and slowly it would become concrete. Bond tried to speed the motorcycle some more and he was already at the back of the second car of the train, up ahead there was a hill and as he moved he could see the city coming into view, watched as he got closer and closer to the front of the train and eventually he was there, he wasn't sure if the bike could go any faster but he tried and he began to pull ahead of the train.

The buildings were starting to make come into view and take shape and the streets became noticeable, Bond would have to be quicker if he wanted to keep innocent people from dying, he looked behind him and the train was still too close to do what he planned. In his head he cursed there wasn't enough time, he began to wonder who had tipped the thugs to where they were and it was no doubt the mole, Bond could see that this would be a bigger problem than he wanted to deal with, it was also clear that if someone would go through the trouble of trying to have Bond and Goodhead killed then they obviously had something to hide, Bond had to laugh in his head, M was right again. Bond stole a glance back again and he saw he had pulled considerably away from the train. Bond knew he would have to be quick about this next procedure.

Bond pulled left quickly and he stopped the Bike.

"RUN!" he ordered Goodhead, she jumped off and ran as to the right pass the bike, Bond picked the bike up and rolled it to the track, he made sure it was secure and saw that the train was very close and speeding towards him. Bond ran off in Goodhead's direction as fast as he possibly could, not daring to look back and see the progress of the train. Up ahead Goodhead looked back and the look on her face was unmistakable, astonishment as the train slammed into the bike and the explosion took over the train. The explosion was so powerful it cleanly picked Bond several feet off the ground and slammed him back onto the ground. When the train crashed into the bike, the bike cause a rupture in the track and the train rolled over it and slid off the track and crashed onto the desert floor to the left, the explosion was massive, far larger than Bond could have anticipated, there was absolutely nothing left the entire train was destroyed and eaten by the hellish flames that erupted from the bomb. Debris rained from the sky but Bond and Goodhead were a safe distance away. Bond made it over to Goodhead.

"My god!" Goodhead exclaimed. Bond relayed the damage and helped Goodhead up.

"Next time I'll stay in the god damn cab."