Chapter One

The Mission

 

The vast countryside passed by the Soviet Missile train that was now a commercial monorail.

"Mr. Sacontes! I take it you're ready for today's shipment, no?" a man with a briefcase, and Austrian asked when he walked into the car. Also there was another a man, Sacontes that was sitting in the car amongst the comfortable chairs and couches.

"Why yes, I haven't met you yet mister??" Sacontes asked his British accent.

"My name is Johua Campellis, but that is of no importance. Now, here's today's shipment, it's satisfactory, no?" Campellis asked.

"Yes, yes, it's satisfactory." Sacontes replied restfully. The "shipment" was a sack of twelve diamonds, each about two inches in length and 3 inches in width. The train was coming up to a tunnel, and when it did the entire car turned pitch black. Campellis heard some rustling and than he saw Sacontes leaving!

"Hey!! Get back here!" Campellis yelled. Sacontes' cell phone rang, so he turned into a bathroom and locked the door. The train was now out of the tunnel so both Sacontes and Campellis were mildly blinded.

"Bond here" he said when he answered the phone.

"Bond, where in the bloody hell are you?" a lady's voice asked.

"M. I'm getting the diamonds no doubt, and if you still want them I suggest you let me go and get on with the business" Bond replied. At that moment Campellis was banging on the door, and Bond had to take a leak!

"Alright 007, I'll have 005 waiting for you when you get off the train in Arkhangel'sk." M replied, and with that the phone was hung up, Bond took his leak, and than he dispatched Campellis by empting his PPK into his head.

 

 

 

Chapter Two

 005

 

The train stopped in Archangel’sk, Russia. There was a broad man standing in front of Bond when he got off.

“Mattheis! How is Siberia this time of year?” Bond asked the man.

“I think I like London a lot better, John.” The man said in a Russian, but cheerful voice. The man whom Bond was talking to was named Mattheis Kanttelis.

“Why, yes in London April’s a spring month!” Bond said jokingly.

“Yes, as here in Northern Siberia we’re having the regular weather.” Kanttelis replied. When they got to Mattheis home, he and Bond looked over the diamonds.

“Well James…” Mattheis said as he took the examining glass away from his eye, “These are, by far, the biggest diamonds I have seen in my entire life.” Mattheis said in an enthusiastic tone, while he put the examining glass back up to his eye. “Too bad I couldn’t come with you no this one, but, number one I was here with Samantha this weekend, and number two M’s put me on restraining orders.” Mattheis added, while he took the examining glass off, and put it back in its rightful place on the bookshelf.

“Oh well women will be women, and M will be the same boring, head of SIS, unfortunately. It’s two in the morning! The time just fly’s when you’re on a mission long enough. Well I think it’s time for us to get to bed. See you in the morning Mattheis!” Bond yelled across the hallway between their rooms.

“Good night James!” Mattheis yelled back. Funny Bond thought I thought Mattheis was at an MI6 meeting this weekend! Oh well, he’s a Russian so sometimes he tends to bend the rules a little Bond thought to himself, than he got it off his mind, took a shower, and went to bed.

 

 

 

Chapter Three

 MI6: Moskva (Moscow)

 

In the morning, Bond and Kanttelis went to the MI6 Division in Moskva.

“Well James! I was starting to think that you forgot where the office was! Oh, you brought Mattheis with you.” Said a woman.

“Well Moneypenny you look ravishing. What are your orders? Dress to kill?” Bond replied.

“Well John, M’s waiting for you in the Situation Room. I’m to escort you and Mattheis in.” Moneypenny stated.

“Bond! Where in the bloody hell have you been? You’re two days late! Well anyway, on to greater matters. We have gotten word from our CIA contact that unknown source, we don’t have a name, but we do have a call sign. He goes by the name Remus, or so I believe. Eric Serra, our CIA contact, has reason to believe that this Remus, is dealing major drugs, but in the form of diamonds. Those diamonds 007, the ones you have.” M said.

“Ma'am, if I may, Remus is the old Roman testaments god of war, but, as the story goes, later in his life he turned into a medicine man, the kind who give drugs.” Bond replied in complete confidence, as he usually did.

“As usual James, you are correct.” M replied. M rarely, no, never used the Christened name in that particular office, so Bond knew this was going to be a long mission.

 

 

 

Chapter Four

 “Q” Branch

 

Dueooooo… BOOOMMM!!! went a missile.

“Ah, 007. I’ve been expecting you. Oh, you brought 005 with you.” A man said.

“Well Q, what do you have for me today?” asked Bond. “Well, I do have a large array of brand new P-99’s, and as always, the usual accommodations.” Q answered back. Now Q wasn’t your regular old man, I mean sure he was in his late sixties, and had graying hair. Other than that, Q was as active as he would be if he were in his forties.

“Now, your car. The Aston Martin DB5. Yes, yes, I know your thinking that the Aston is too old for the field, but we’ve made a few improvements. We took out the ejector seat, but other than that you know where everything is. Now, this I’m particularly proud of. Behind the bumper, a twenty thousand volt tazer. Now, 007 this should only be used for life threatening purposes only, because, number one it can only be used for an extended time of five minutes. And number two it in turn drains the car’s battery.” Q explained.

“Well Q, I’m sure that will work only if a twenty thousand pound gorilla decides to attack the car.” Bond replied.

“Oh really 007! Now, your watch, Omega Seamaster GMT. By turning the bezel once you let out an odorless knockout gas, and also if you turn the bezel twice take out this chip from the helium escape valve, it turns into a class seven grenade. You turn the bezel twice, One… Two…” Q said as he demonstrated. “Take out the chip, and place it on what you want to detonate. After that’s done, you disconnect the clasp, and than reconnect it like thi…” BOOOOOOMMMMMM!!!!! went the tiny chip.

“Well Q, I can see you didn’t have your coffee this morning.” Bond said in a rather shrill voice.

“Really 007! You should well know by now that it’s standard operating procedures that I demonstrate your watch functions.” Q replied sharply.  “Also your PPK, all the regular things but with one added extra. A four-inch blade that comes out of the barrel. If the bullets won’t get them this will.” Q said in a final word.

 

 

 

Chapter Five

 Locating Remus

 

“Now, Bond, we have gotten word from Serra that one of Remus’ favourite hideouts is where Valentin Zukovsky operates out of.”  M stated.

“Valentin Demetri Zukovsky?” Bond asked.

“Yes, Valentin Zukovsky. Now, he’s changed positions from St. Petersburg, to Smolensk, Russia.” M added.

“Well I wonder if old Valentin is still up to his old tricks... Where is he now? Still running his bar I presume?” Bond asked.

“No. Actually he’s running a casino call ‘Parker Place’ I believe…” BOOM! The door to M’s office was slammed open.

“M! 007! Come quickly!” a man, said.

“Bond this is our new CIA Contact, Eric Serra.” M said as they all ran down South Baker Street. “005’s home is totally destroyed, along with himself in it.” Serra said.

“This is probably the work of Remus. Who else would blow up a building that I would in, in five

minutes? We were going to have a bit of lunch at the café at the corner of…”

“Bond! Did you hear a word I just said?” Serra asked.

“005 is dead, he’s gone Bond.” M said. Bond paused for a moment. Than he finally said,

“Eric, I need to get to Smolensk…”

“But James!” Serra interrupted.

“Now Serra!” Bond demanded.

“Fine, I’ll take you there but you have to…”

“I’ll take care of Zukovsky myself, don’t you worry.” Bond interrupted.

 

 

 

Chapter Six

 Valentin Zukovsky

 

Click went behind a man’s head.

“Walther PPK, compact model, nine millimetre. Only three men I know of use such a weapon, I believe I’ve dispatched two of them,” a man said in a Russian accent. This man’s name was Valentin Zukovsky.

“Lucky me.” Bond replied. Bond got punched in the gut and than the face. Valentin took Bond’s PPK, took out the magazine, emptied the pipe, and gave it back to Bond.

“I think not.” Valentin replied. Bond gripped his PPK, pressed a button, and out came, the four-inch blade Q promised. Bond got up behind Valentin and held the knife to his throat.

“Now what do you think Valentin?” Bond asked madly.

“Fine Bond, what do you want?” Valentin asked.

“Remus. Where is he?” Bond asked as he retracted the blade back into the barrel of the gun. “Bond, the very best I can do for you is get you an appointment to meet him on his Missile Train.

You know, that monorail that goes from Berlin to Archangel’sk.” Valentin replied. He was kind of shaky, but than again who wouldn’t after being threatened to have your throat cut wide open?

“Fine, but no tricks. Any whatsoever and I’ll have your throat cut open, personally.” Bond said. He and Valentin talked on the arrangements, and about three hours later they came to a final agreement.

 

 

 

Chapter Seven

 Aboard Remus’ Train

 

“James! What an unpleasant surprise!” a familiar voice said. Bond looked at the person and was very surprised with what he saw.

“Mattheis? Your Remus?” Bond said in almost a whisper.

“Yes, back from the cremated areas of my burnt down home; I hated that place. What no remark? No pithy comeback?” Mattheis asked.

“Why?” Bond asked back.

“Why, a strange question coming from you. Well James, the answer’s simple. I want power. I deliver these beautiful heroin diamonds to drug lords, dealers, or just regular people, and get money which it turn equals to power.” Mattheis answered.

”Well James, it’s been a pleasure chatting with you.” Bond was punched in the gut by Mattheis, and then got away through the back entranceway.

“Well James, I should have mentioned this earlier, but there are mines set all over the train. When the train stops in a few moments all the timers will be set to start timing for three minutes. Goodbye John, and have a very bad day.” Mattheis’ voice came in from a loud speaker. As Mattheis had said the train stopped, and Bond could hear the faint clicking of timers. Bond calmly twisted the bezel of his watch twice, took out the secondary crown from his watch, and laid it on the floor of the train’s car. He went into the other room of the car, disconnected the watch clasp, and than reconnected it. BOOOMMM went the tiny chip as it did in Q branch. Bond went back into the main room. There was a huge hole in the floor of the car! Bond climbed down the hole and out onto one of the hills nearby, and about thirty seconds later the entire train exploded!

 

 

 

Chapter Eight

The Final Chapter

 

“Now where would Mattheis be, and why would of our best agents turn on his own organization?” M asked.

“I know where sir. In Mattheis’ warehouse, it’s big enough to house an operation like this. And I know exactly where it is.” Bond stated.

“Fine Bond, I want you to get rid Mattheis and the warehouse also.” M said. Bond knew that was his cue to get out of there and take care of business. Bond got into the Aston and headed towards Oxford, the location where warehouse. When Bond got to the warehouse entrance, he blasted open the gate with the preliminary rockets Q installed. He got into the warehouse, where he saw Mattheis talking with Yorgi Koskof and Lapino Sanchaz.

“The boss will be here any minute!” Mattheis yelled. So he wasn’t really in charge! Well whoever it was, Bond didn’t want to find out. He looked around for a way to destroy the building, and than he found the ammunition room. He saw an exit that led right towards the Aston! So he grabbed a few jerry cans of petrol he found in the furnace center, and poured it all over the ammunition room, as well as a couple of the main stairways. He went back to the munitions room, took a lemon grenade, and went back to the man catwalk that oversaw the main operations room.

“Did you take care of that bastard Bond on the train?” a voice that seemed vaguely familiar asked.

“Yes sir, he’s roasted, toasted, and fired like a burnt marshmallow,” Mattheis replied. At that moment, Bond saw Eric Serra walk out of a room. So he’s the son of a bitch who masterminded all of this! Bond thought to himself. Well, he’ll be a dead mastermind in a couple minutes.

“Serra! See you in hell you bastard!” Bond yelled out loud as he pulled the pin on the lemon grenade, threw it on one of the petrol soaked stairwells, and ran out the door to where the Aston was parked.

Soon the entire place was in flames, and the only people who would know at that moment, would be Bond, and Serra.