Abyss: "0011" (A James Bond Fanfic)

Abyss: "0011" (A James Bond Fanfic)

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(I do not own any of the characters written and created by Ian Flemming, but all original characters belong to me, it is also a spinoff/sequel to my own original story "The Man Behind the Mask) "There was a time where everything was going the way it should be, you know? Where people would do the everyday things, like walking their dog, or going to work every morning. But now after ten years an old threat rises up from what used to be and as my first assignment with my "00" status I am tasked with the mission of finding him...but how do you find a ghost? A man who is nothing more than a shadow on the wall or a story you tell around a campfire? A man who wants nothing but chaos and with so much power that with the push of a button can turn the world we know into a pile of rubble? In order to complete my mission I am going to have to seek help from the embassy's best agent who is a man who is equally as hard to find. And I hear that agents who are promoted to "00" status don't live very long...but I guess it doesn't make a difference now does it."
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