Rider Meets Bond
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters from Alex Rider or the iconic figure, James Bond. They belong to Anthony Horowitz and Ian Fleming respectively.
Summary: This is a tale where Alex Rider, teen spy extraordinaire meets Her Majesty's Secret Service greatest agent. His name's Bond. James Bond.
Chapter Two: Rising Forces
As night fell over the city of London, the city's lights turn on as though they have just awoke from a deep slumber. All the windows of buildings in the city are filled with light pouring out of them. There was a traffic jam in the busy street of the English capital as a traffic light had just broken down. However, an Aston Martin drove by side streets and alleys as though it knew where it was headed. The driver of the custom built car was James Bond along with his passenger, Alex Rider. Earlier, they had managed to topple several hired assassins in the car park of MI6 headquarters. Until now, MI6 had yet to identify the employers of the assassins. However, Alex was just pleased to get out of there unharmed. Ever since being shot by the sniper hired by Scorpia, he had grown to be more careful. The British agent looked over at the older man as his expressionless face merely glanced at the on-board GPS and continued driving towards Alex's home. So far, they hadn't spoken since the incident in the car park. They hadn't felt the need to.
Several thousand miles away in Japan, nine hours ahead of the Greenwich Meridian Time, citizens of the land of the Rising Sun just awoke to the shining rays of the sun. The citizens began to prepare for their daily hustle and bustle. Among them, there was one man who was utterly displeased. His name was Yamamoto-san, otherwise known as Mr. Yamamoto. He was the leader of majority of Japan's yakuza and he was mostly displeased with Britain's new force. Somehow, his sources have gathered that MI6 has gotten two agents. They weren't just any petty agents. One of them was Alex Rider. The other agent was unnamed. Earlier, he had gotten off the phone from a director from Scorpia. It was Mr. Mikato of the board of directors. He had informed them of the problem and Mr. Mikato agreed to help the yakuza to rid of both Rider and the other agent. However, he had just received news that Scorpia's agents failed the task and died in doing so. He slammed his fist on the table as his cup of morning tea fell onto the ground and smashed, spilling it of its contents.
In the Sicilian country of Italy, Don Angelo of the Mafia was most displeased with the new formation of the British agents. He too felt that the British line-up of Alex Rider along with another agent was too threatening for their business. They had earlier gathered a meeting among the Mafia leaders and came to a conclusion of eliminating the British intelligence agents. Scorpia was again called for assistance. They failed in their task and Scorpia were humiliated. Now, the Italian Mafia promised one million British pounds to the bounty hunter that can eliminate both Rider and his comrade. He expected results within the week, where both Agent Rider and his unknown partner will be six feet under.
At a local hideout at a rundown joint in Beijing, China, a meeting of the most powerful triad gang members just began where they had met to discuss the appropriate measures to take of MI6's new formation. Yuan Zhi, was a tall, stern and cold man. He had featured in the Second World War and it had taught him much. His hair was white with black streaks, obviously dyed. His age was unknown but he is thought to be around his late sixties but it was closer to eighties actually. He was the leader of all the triads in the People's Republic of China and he had just got off the phone with another member of Scorpia's board of directors. Although his facial expression displayed no emotion, he was actually more frustrated than angry with the failure of the world's superpower in terrorist organization. While his triad members worked on a solution, he was pacing around the place smoking a Cuban cigar. "Alright," he began. As he spoke, all the members stopped working a turned their attention to their leader. They had utmost respect for their leader and they were listening intently to his words. "I think we should call for a meeting," he said in Chinese to his members.
In the Russian capital, Moscow, Sergei Romalov was pondering over the same matter that the other terrorist organization leaders feared. They had intercepted a message from the Central Intelligence Agency to the Russian Secret Service that MI6 had gotten two agents to apprehend the world's terrorist organizations and their dealings. Although the details weren't clear, Sergei Romalov needed no further information to know that Alex Rider was one of those two reputed agents. Long has Alex Rider's reputation as British super spy been spread around the world. The Russian was sipping vodka during the cold night as he looked at the report given to him by Scorpia. Earlier, like all the other terrorist organizations, he had approached Scorpia to eliminate the threat. They failed and the call for a meeting was initiated by the Chinese. He was going to attend that meeting. It was going to be held at one of the many terrorist meeting spots in the world. It was going to be held in Shanghai, during the Mid- Autumn Festival as a perfect cover for so many foreigners arriving at the airport.
While the world's terrorist leaders were pondering, a similar situation was occurring in Scorpia's headquarters in Rome at the Widow's Palace. Since the death of the late Julia Rothman, the building had become the official base of operations for Scorpia. A board meeting of seven members were held since the departure of Max Grendel who unfortunately was murdered ruthlessly by Julia Rothman and the woman herself. "It is unfortunate to say…" a man of Chinese decent began. "That our agents have failed in their mission in London," he finished. The man was a world expert in torture and pain. His name was Dr. Three. The only sign of youth from him was his hair that was jet black which had to be dyed. He looked across the board of directors as they looked at him with slightly anxious faces and expressions.
However, an Asian counterpart managed to speak. "Well then, Dr. Three. What do you propose for us to do now then?" he questioned. "I've received news that the world terrorist leaders were furious with our failure and their going to hold a meeting amongst themselves," he managed to add.
"All should be fine, Mr. Mikato," the doctor of torture replied as he gave a small smile at the Japanese. "I think they'll find Alex Rider quite unlike any other teenager they've ever met," he also said.
"Darn right that is!" an Australian exclaimed. "I wouldn't be surprised if he ends up destroying all their organizations in the world," he added.
Dr. Three managed a smile as he peered over at his fellow board members. "I do believe that we will have MI6 to do us a favour then," he said with a sly smile. The rest of the board could only agree with the short Chinese man on his idea. It does seem that Alex Rider and James Bond were going to lend them a helping hand after all.
All the while as those incidents occurred, James Bond had taken Alex home and dropped him off at the residence of the late Ian Rider. "Alright, Alex?" he managed to ask the young teenager, as he leaned out of his seat towards the left passenger window.
Alex managed a nod as he turned around and began his walk towards his home where he had expected his American housekeeper, Jack to tend to him after a long day. "I'll see you tomorrow, then…" Her Majesty's Secret Agent said as he gave a final wave at Alex before taking off down the road in the Aston Martin.
Alex smiled as he closed the front door.
A/N: I know some of you, namely Dory Shotgun (If that's your real name), are expecting me to adopt James from the various actors who played him, namely Sir Sean Connery, Sir Roger Moore, George Lazenby, Timothy Dalton and Pierce Brosnan. However, no. None of them will be the James Bond I'm partaking in this fanfic. It is an original Bond as I plan for him to stay so. There may be similarities between this Bond with the style of Brosnan and Dalton although I am not promising anything. Until next time.
P/S: He also ain't Daniel Craig. I know there are lots of you who dislike him playing the new Bond in Casino Royale.