007 Bond Fan-Fiction

Burning Mind

Bond checked the time on the 1980's Aston Martin V8 Vantage dashboard, 18:07 it read. Bond drove it the same way he always did, with enjoyment producing a passionate smile as he squeezed the throttle down. This particular model had some upgrades to bring it into the twenty-first-century mostly consisting of a new V8 engine and mod cons in the cockpit. Q-branch also helped themselves to kit out the vehicle. The body style hadn't been touched one bit, Bond adored her far too much to go under the knife.

As the sun crept lower on his horizon, the culture of the road came to life with its bright white lines forever rolling past and colours of red green and amber speckled over its vastness. It brought out tranquillity to those who hummed along the tarmac in the nightly hours. Bond however, was not tranquil, the lights and open road woke him further and his beautiful traveling companion's roar under the hood drove him to drive her harder into the slick black twisting bends. The passion for the motor vehicle's he drove never left him since the first time he dumped a pedal to the metal.

The British racing green vantage crept along a narrow dirt road in thick British woodland. The same land in which Bond's home sat within. The Green metal car panels in the moon lit night subtly reflected the trees and bushes becoming part of the landscape. The engine sat cut off and Bond slipped out into the night on foot to clear 300 meters where his home sat at point B.

Bond's secret intelligence service colleagues were like family to him, and one of them tailing the only suspect to the burning kiss investigation called James, delivering the news he was waiting for.

Bond's house came into view through the trees. He waited for around twenty-minutes for the mark to appear. The mark retraced his steps as before, leaving his vehicle at the top of the ridge at the side of the house. Only this time the rookie was alone. No doubt Bond was right, he'd come for the USB (universal serial bus) plug-in device. The lack of security all played its part so the mark could retrieve it successfully. Catching him red handed was key for when the courts become involved for prosecution.

There he was, slipping back out of his front door as if the swine just popped out for milk. Bond changed his mind in that moment to follow him in case he lost his pursuit and with it the key piece of evidence that surely had something incriminating on it. He shifted quickly staying low moving towards the man with his Walther PPK held out steady in front of him picking the right moment to announce his presence.

'DON'T MOVE!' Bond said with authority.

The man froze. 'Hands in the air where I can see them, now turn around and face me'. Bond demanded, further closing his distance some more.

There they were, those dopy heavy eyelids that peaked at him through his bathroom door. Bond could see the man had nothing in his hands; the device must be in his small waist bag. Bond ordered the perp to turn around again so he could move to unclip it at the base of his back. He then attached it to himself checking the plug-in was inside.

'Now get down on the ground, keep your arms out to your side and don't move' Bond instructed further.

Phuuthst! The mark's head dropped limb and then his body followed collapsing to the ground dead. 'Sniper!' Bond said to himself. He dropped to the floor and rolled to a nearby length of log that Bond used for firewood.

Vlump! Bond heard the worrying sound of a grenade launcher, the second the sound reached his ears a metal object landed right next to him behind the log. The canister didn't explode, it hissed with an ill-green and yellow smoke.

Bond stood holding his breath but the gas substance had already reached his lungs and infiltrated his bloodstream. The whole ground tilted upwards on the right side telling his legs to fight the imaginary slope, the forest was blurry and swaying heavily without wind. Fifty or more men split into another fifty around him closing the gap. Bond fired out struggling to aim straight; his bullets flew off into the cloudless star-sprinkled night sky above.