Turkish is sort of an original character, he is supposed to be a former member of the League of Shadows from the movie Batman Begins, he's supposed to have left before Bruce Wayne joined and went into business for himself, he is very loosely based upon Mehmet Ali Agca, a real life apolitical Turkish Assassin (I'm not attempting to glorify Agca in anyway).
This story is coming to a close, so I urge you to review.
While some paused to remember who James Bond is, Natalya walked over and slapped the Commander across the cheek, making everybody flinch.
"You bastard!" she barked, "I though you were dead."
"Natalya, I'm touched." said Bond as he nursed his throbbing cheek and Natalya retreated.
"Alright, what in the name of St. Fuck is going on?" demanded Judas.
"This man is the one who ran away with the Intelligence dossiers we've initially based our work upon." said Skinner quietly as he inspected the spy, "Or so he claims to be."
"I don't claim for a second." said the man who claimed to be Bond, "I am James Bond, Double-O-"
"Yeah yeah, save it for the tourists," said Logan, "You're supposed to be dead."
"The keyword is supposed." said the woman at Bond's side.
"Oh, how rude of me." said Bond, "These are my associates, Mr. Bill Tanner and Ms. Jane Moneypenny."
"Hold on," said Jekyll, "Natalya, Where do you know him from?"
"We've met." said Natalya as she crossed her arms, "He's basically… why I joined you."
"And I wasn't informed because…?" asked Skinner.
"You wouldn't have agreed."
"Of course I wouldn't! Haven't you listened to my emotional-will-get-you-killed speech?"
"Isn't this whole think about revenge?"
"Don't go there!"
"And you!" said Skinner as he turned towards Bond, "You were killed in Cairo, your remains were taken to L.H.Q. and identified as yours. Who was that supposed to be?"
"I'll explain all that, just calm down."
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"Shadow Operatives had been trying to do what you're doing for years, but none had the courage to go forth with it." started Bond as he was seated facing everyone else, "Shadow Operatives such as Michael McGregor, yourselves and Herbert Mawdsley."
"Who is Herbert Mawdsley?"
"He is the deceased younger brother of Barbara Mawdsley, current director of SIS, otherwise known as M. He also was a Shadow Operative. His assassination last year sparked his sister to take action, so she asked me to infiltrate the organization in an unofficial mission, which was easy since they constantly made me offers to join. The plan was that I'd do their bidding, get deep while collecting intelligence all the while then get out." Bond explained then paused before continuing,
"I stumbled upon something of great importance, a top secret project referred to as FATE. However, my cover was blown before I could investigate any further. I was done and I had to escape with what I had."
"So you're claim your allegiance was never with the League?"
"Yes, I escaped and managed to elude them for several moths but I couldn't run forever, so I contacted McGregor while I was in Cairo, of course I didn't give him everything I had."
"Why not?"
"I had to make sure it would be actually used, I had full intention to give him the rest once someone was prepared to do something."
"And why didn't you?"
"I did. I sent you what I had left, but by the time it reached London you had disappeared after your house was blown up."
"Wait; hold on," said Skinner, "You still haven't explained how come you've risen from the grave."
"It wasn't me that was killed, but a double. During the cold war, K.G.B. trained an agent of theirs to act like me and even had his appearance surgically altered to look like me in an attempt to infiltrate MI6. This agent had quit the KGB but was still an enemy of mine, during the three months in which I was at large, I managed to lure him to Cairo, I made copies of what I had and left the originals with him, and before I had left the League I had swapped his medical records for mine. So he was killed in my place and when he was sent back, forensics matched his body to his records instead of mine. And thus, I had made the great escape."
"How do we know any of that is true?" asked Logan.
"If I was from the League, the League already knows you're here and I wouldn't be here but several Agents with itchy trigger fingers would be surrounding you."
"Alright, let's assume all that is true. What do you want now?"
"I want to give you this." said Bond as he slapped a dossier onto the coffee table.
"Those are schematics for the League's Headquarters, It is everything you need."
Just like that, a big weight was gone.
"How about the All-Seeing-Eye?" asked Jekyll as he flipped through the dossier.
"I know it's located in Greenwich, that's the extent of my knowledge. I also offer my services as well as those of Mr. Tanner and Ms. Moneypenny."
"You're a confident bastard, aren't you?" said Judas.
"My reputation precedes me; you know I can be of big help."
"Now wait just a minute." said Skinner, "We don't believe a word you said, until we're sure, you're staying here. The same goes for your cronies."
"I wouldn't expect anything less." said Bond with a smile.
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"I though you were dead," said Natalya, "I was filled with so much furry."
She and Bond were sitting in the study in the evening; Moneypenny and Tanner were being interrogated by Jekyll and Skinner, to make sure they were working for MI6.
"I was told," said Bond softly, "I think you doing this is the greatest thing anyone has ever done for me."
"Well, it wasn't entirely for you, I also need the money."
"Do you still live in London?"
"No, I now live in Edinburgh. I've been working freelance."
There was a pause.
"You know, you got me really worried when I knew you'd joined on the count of me."
"And?"
"Well, it got me thinking. Perhaps my priorities have been wrong all along, perhaps…"
"Don't get started."
"Why not?"
"Just don't, don't claim that what had happened may have changed you, and who am I but one in a row of trophies?"
"You're more than that to me, Natalya; I always wondered what could have been."
"Please, stop."
There was a beat.
"People change, you know."
"Though most don't."
"Is there someone else?"
"That's not the point. It's just… Oh my god." said Natalya in exasperation as she put a hand to her head.
"What?" asked Bond.
"I've really missed you."
Slowly and instinctively, Natalya and Bond came closer for a kiss, their first in ten years.
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Turkish watched the kiss from a slight gap in the door, and then he bitterly buried his hands into his pockets and walked away, his eyes devoid of anger, sadness or jealousy, devoid on any human emotion in fact.
"Turkish! What's the score?" asked Judas cheerfully as he passed him in the hall
"What indeed?"
"Eh!"
He cracked the bones of his injured hand, causing a painful yet relieving sensation; he pushed the door to his room open and reached for his rifle and a clip of rock salt bullets.
He stepped out of the apartment and into the elevator which lead him to the roof, he paused and took a deep breath of the warm slightly polluted air as he marveled at the cityscape and slipped the clip into the chamber of the rifle. He was soon looking through the scope and firing at random target that varied between a double parked VW to a discarded bottle on the pavement. Imagining the handsome face on them as he pulled the trigger.
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"Well?" Jekyll asked Natalya as she left the study leaving Bond by himself, "Is it him?"
"Yes." she said, "He's Bond. He knows things only he could know."
"Are you sure?" asked Skinner.
"There is no doubt." she said as she gave him one of those looks and walked away.
"Oh, so you're sure!"
Jekyll then turned to Skinner, "So, the schematics he gave us must be genuine."
"Yeah."
"I can't believe it; we're going through with this thing, aren't we?"
"It looks like it. We better start with the first phase of our plan."
"Shouldn't we let Bond in, first?"
"Oh, certainly."
Jekyll and Skinner walked in on Bond as he sat waiting for them.
"Do you want in?" asked Skinner.
"Yes."
"Well, then, welcome to the Mutiny. It's best we start filling you in. Big Brother is a Ministry of Defense official, his name is Adam Sutler. FATE is a powerful mass surveillance and espionage system capable of finding and monitoring anyone, anywhere, behind hidden walls and overseas in a matter of minutes. It's been temporarily taken out of the equation, but once it is fully operational again, and that'll be soon. There will be no more hiding for Shadows, as a matter of fact, by next month, there will be no Shadows."
"Good god!" said Bond, "What do you plan on doing?"
"We've already prepared a five day plan; this is how it goes…."
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The Following Morning…
Rear Admiral Adam Sutler marched on through the corridors of the ministry of defense, heading towards his office. He was still angered by the other night's occurrences, but determined to do his job nonetheless. Once he was at his secretary's desk, he collected the day's worth of mail and messages and waltzed into his ample well-furnished office.
"Adam! I though you weren't going to come in today!"
"Who are you?" Sutler asked in shock, "How did you managed to get in here?"
Judas was seated on Sutler's leather chair behind Sutler's mahogany desk, "I have my ways." he said, "Please, don't be alarmed, and don't call for help or open that door either."
"Who.. are.. you?" asked Sutler angrily through gritted teeth.
"Never mind 'who', the question should be 'what'. What I am is one of those members of the Shadow Brigade as you people have aptly dubbed us."
Sutler suddenly had a reason to worry.
"I said Don't be alarmed, I'm not here to harm you."
"Why, then?"
"I have a deal to make."
"You've come to barter an arrangement on behalf of the rest of you lot?"
"No, just me. They don't know I'm here."
"What makes you think I want anything you have to offer?"
"Because I know you do, Admiral. I can offer you the rest of the Shadows."
"In exchange for what?"
"Admiral, ol' Son. Being a chum of the B.N.P., I imagine you're not too fond of Mr. Trick, are you?"
"Go on."
"I will provide you with information of my selection about the Shadows' operations and so on, you will then pass the information on to the League, of course. In return, I want to be able to settle some unfinished business with Mr. Trick under my terms. Also, I want a free pardon, once the Shadows are caught, executed or whatever, I will be free to go without reprisal or imprisonment, I'm counting on your word as a god fearing man."
"I don't believe you."
"I though you wouldn't," said Judas as he slapped some pictures on the table, "Behold, a Resurrection!"
The pictures were of Bond and Logan talking, obviously taken without their knowledge. Sutler picked them up and inspected them.
"They weren't doctored or tampered in any way. That's a picture of James Bond, presumed dead, but actually very alive and newly recruited into the Shadow Brigade."
Sutler put down the pictures.
"Alright, I'm convinced. And… I accept."
"Beautiful."
"What is your name?"
"Oh," said Judas as he bowed like an old fashioned thespian, "Please allow me to introduce myself, I'm a man of wealth and taste."
"What!"
"Fuck, mate. Haven't you ever listened to the Rolling Stones? I guess not, very well, my name is Judas Kemp."
"Judas? How appropriate."
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