Aker Philadelphia Shipyard, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

11:38PM

Inwardly James Bond, known as Agent 007 by the British Secret Service Agency MI6, let out a groan. An easy mission they had said. A simple oceanic observation mission. Of course, no one had expected his targets to change course and land in Philadelphia.

Following them had been easy, as had been stealing the guard uniform and stealing the personnel files. Now that the two CIA agents had been shot in front of him, things had gotten quite a bit harder.

These thoughts went through Bond's head as he ran across the yard full of shipping containers toward the European agents. If he could just make it, Bond thought, then the mission would still be a success, jurisdiction or not. Unfortunately, the two men had spotted Bond and were now making haste to their car.

As Bond entered the common area where the cars were parked, the enemy agents' sedan started up and they began pulling away. Not missing a step, Bond jumped into the CIA agents' SUV. Luckily, the keys had been left on the dash. Starting up the bulky vehicle, Bond sped after the criminals into the streets of Philadelphia.

Fortunately for Bond, the men he was chasing had decided to get on the freeway rather than stay on the maze of streets that was Philadelphia. Speeding to well over the limit, James was able to close on the criminals. Unfortunately, the men seemed to have seen Bond, as their vehicle began picking up speed in an effort to get away from the MI6 agent. Bond pushed the pedal to the floor, bringing his car alongside the criminals.

Suddenly, the man driving the sedan slammed their car into the side of Bond's in an attempt to shake the spy off. Given that Bond was in an SUV, the effort did not have much of an effect on the vehicle itself. The move, however, had caught Bond off guard, causing him to jerk the wheel into the lane next to him.

Barely avoiding a honking minivan, Bond pulled his vehicle back into the correct lane, only to find the criminals had zoomed off ahead. Giving a grunt of frustration, the MI6 agent again pressed the gas to the floor in an attempt to catch up to the unidentified murderers.

Again, Bond pulled alongside the sedan. This time he was ready, and rammed the side of his SUV into the criminals' car. The effect was quick, as the smaller car buckled under the pressure of the much larger vehicle.

In a desperate attempt to get Bond off of them, the men in the other car began shooting at the British agent. Though their aim was not very good, one bullet did manage to make its way through the window of Bond's car and narrowly miss the spy's head. Ducking his head down, Bond grabbed a pistol from a holster in the passenger seat.

Knowing he could not win a straight up gunfight, Bond allowed the sedan to maneuver ahead of his car, then falling in close behind. From this vantage point, Bond could shoot and ram the men with little trouble. He quickly took advantage of this, sinking the SUV into the rear bumper of the sedan and spraying the back window with pistol bullets.

The criminals attempted to return fire, but no bullets struck home as Bond continued to press his advantage. Truly caught in an impossible situation, the criminals made their move, swerving into the lane to the left of their car, deliberately crashing into another vehicle. Flying past, Bond didn't have time to turn around. Knowing that police would soon be on the scene, he decided to try to head back for the docks for the motorboat he had stored at a nearby marina.

Hearing police sirens wailing behind him, Bond grimaced; he hadn't expected the police to show up this early. Even worse, the cops seemed to be more focused on the speeding, bullet-ridden SUV over the wrecked sedan. Bond knew he had to quickly get off the motorway.

Spying an exit to his right, Bond jackknifed the car into the turn, bouncing off the guardrails as he did so. Seeing only open road before him, Bond gunned it. Seeing the police hadn't been fooled for long, Bond threw the SUV into a u-turn, speeding back toward the dockyards.

Apprehension filled the MI6 spy as he saw red and blue lights in the rearview mirror. Luckily, the road was mostly clear all the way to the docks. Unfortunately, by the time Bond reached his destination the police were hot on his tail.

Knowing he couldn't evade them long enough to get out of the car and into his motorboat, Bond zoomed onto the dock. Desperate times called for desperate measures. As he neared the end of the dock, Bond began opening the car door, managing to jump clear just as the SUV hit the water; allowing the splash to hide his escape.

Keeping his head below the water, Bond swam over to the boats near the dock. Bond left the police on the dock far behind as he swam in between the numerous boats in the dockyard, finally coming upon his own motorboat.

Wearily, Bond pulled himself into the little metal boat. Breathing hard, he pulled the rip cord of the boat's motor, bringing it to sputtering life. Speeding away from the docks, Bond allowed himself one look back.

Farther back, he could see the police cars; and to the left the Aker Philadelphia Shipyard. Calling the mission a success would be a definite exaggeration. To make matters worse, the documents he had stolen were completely soaked from Bond's little swim, rendering them useless.

With a grim determination, Bond set out to sea for the waiting ship, just hoping that at least some good had come out of the mission. With any luck, M might just not throw him in jail.