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Bond was finished with yet another assignment in Midwestern United States. Time to go home to his London flat, pour a glass of a dry vodka martini, and rest until he was called again for a mission by MI6. Bond had just checked out of his New York hotel and was walking out the door and to JFK Airport. It was just a matter of time until he would be back in England. A man in a black coat was passing by him, right after he disappeared from the corner of Bond's eye, he felt a silencer press towards his back.
"Don't say a word,' said a voice, he did not know who was behind him, it was presumebly the man in the black coat, but he couldn't be sure of it, "Turn around, walk up the stairs,"
Right now there was pretty much nothing he could do, the man was too close for him to make any sudden movements. Bond was thinking out what was going to happen. The man in the black coat could just look for a deserted place and just shoot him, but that would be unlikely, too obvious. The big question was "WHY?" did someone send him? Did he somehow know this man? Perhaps he was just a coldblooded killer who was looking for a random victim. Either way, Bond needs to find a way out of this situation. By the time he had thought out all of the possible scenarios, they were on the rooftop of the hotel. Around him there were 15 - 25 men with guns or knifes.
"Sit right there," He said. Now Bond knew this was planned out carefully, there was a plain wooden chair. He sat down slowly, making sure not to startle the thugs. Who was behind all this? The man in the black coat, or someone of a higher authority?
"Shouldn't a condemned man be offered a last request?" Bond said, hoping to buy time.
"I was given simple plans to kill you and get rid of the body," Said the man in the black coat coldly. One of the thugs came behind his chair and ties his hands to the chair. Fortunetly he was able to slip a knife out of the thug's pocket as he walked away. Bond started cutting away at the ropes, carefully as to not shake and atract attention.
"Goodbye, Mr. Bond," He said. YES! Bond had cut the ropes away. The man in the black coat had aimed his gun at Bond.
"Well, it was a good life," Bond kicked away the man's gun, got out of the chair, and started running away, dodging the gunfire. It was a very dirty rooftop, Garbage, assorted junk, and garbage cans were lying around- GARBAGE CANS! Bond ran to the garbage cans, took off the lids and used them as shields. He ran to the other side of the rooftop, thew lids carefully guarding him. Various thugs came after him, too close, Bond just kicked them away. He was almost at the door to the downstairs. Just as he reached it, opened it, and was ready to go down, the man in the black coat was standing there, he liftied his gun, ready to shoot, but just as he was about the pull the trigger, Bond pushed a garbage lid at him and turned to the opposite side. Just as he was about to run to the other side, a helicopter arose. It was armed with machine guns. Bond decided to go for it, he put the lids in front of him, shielding him from the helicopter. He jumped onto the helicopter and landed, holding onto the door handle. He pulled himself up, opened the door, and punched the pilot. But just before he was killed, the pilot pulled out a gun and shot the control panel. The helicopter was falling to the ground. Before the helicopter hit the ground and exploded, Bond leaped out, kicked through a window of the hotel, and landed in a room on a floor about 5 levels down from the roof. No one was in there, he walked out thew door, took the elevator to the ground floor, and walked out as if nothing had happened.
To most people this would be a very strange occurence, but in the life of James Bond it was routine. The only question remaining was who had set this up. Bond had remembered hearing just before he had escaped the chair a guard saying, 'You screw this up and Hotaka's going to kill you' Bond was going to get down to this no matter what, whoever this Hotaka is, Bond's going to get his revenge.