Ian Fleming's James Bond 007
NEVER THE DEATH
Tensions rise following a cyber-attack upon Saudi Arabian oilfields
by the terrorist group ‘Complete Darkness’
When London is next targeted,
James Bond is dispatched to eliminate the threat.
Following his only lead Bond journeys to Japan.
Here he learns that the technological modern World
is soon to be threatened by a criminal genius.
Escaping certain death at the hands of Yakuza assassins,
Bond travels to Africa to foil a plot to start a nuclear war.
Bond’s task is simple, stop the cyber-attacks and prevent
World War Three.
Each day is full of gratitude
…and tomorrow one seeks hope
In the rising of the Sun
DUNGUAIRE Castle, Galway, Ireland.
5 days to Complete Darkness
A sudden gust of wind picked up the slack in the Irish tricolour and the mighty flag billowed atop the pole cracking it like a whip. The man in the black woolly hat lowered his binoculars, and activated his ‘in ear’ communications devise.
“Helicopter approaching from the North East - Out”
Seventy five feet below the man in the tower’s vantage point the similarly attired recipient of the message began to scan the skies. After a moment he saw the machine. Instantly he mustered his men into action.
“They’re coming, let’s prepare the welcoming committee”
Two black clad men pulled on their helmets and started their Honda quad bikes. Their leader jumped onto the back of one and together they rode out of Dunguaire Castle.
The 16th-century tower on the south-eastern shore of Galway Bay had witnessed many bloody battles over the centuries but the scars of conflict had been lovingly restored to an excellent condition over the past ten years. Normally the grounds are open to tourists during the summer, and the castle is thought to be the most photographed castle in Ireland, but not today.
The two quad bike riders bisected the other armed guards patrolling the castle perimeter on their ride to the make shift landing site.
In the passenger compartment of the Westland WS-61 Sea King helicopter, James Bond reviewed the instructions on the screen of his iPad. The diversion on Bond’s journey from Glencoe to London was apparently only going to add one hour onto the journey time.
Fortunately Bond had eaten a hearty, if not too healthy breakfast at his home, as the thought of lunch at Vauxhall Cross had not filled him with delight.
The Rolls-Royce Gnome engines dropped in pitch, and the Sea King, which was primarily designed for performing anti-submarine warfare missions, began to drop from the sky.
James Bond pulled the rope handled wooden crate closer to him. The soft undulation of the landing gear hitting the ground told him he was once again back on terra firma.
The door was pulled open, and the two black clad helmeted aliens beckoned the passenger from the helicopter. James Bond jumped out. The two black clad guards pushed past him and pulled out the padlocked crate.
They placed the crate on the ground. The lead guard gestured to Bond for the key.
“I need to check it” His accent was East European.
Bond dropped the key into his hand
“It’s all there”
Quickly he opened the crate and rummaged through the oil paintings which were rolled up within. The guard rummaged through them with the air of a man who knew absolutely nothing about oil paintings. Without finesse he stood up, slamming the lid shut back on the crate.
“It’s all there, get the car” He spoke into his ear piece.
One of the other guards searched Bond and removed his gun. Neatly he tucked it inside his own black wax jacket.
“Worried about something are we now?” His accent by contrast to his leader was pure Dublin.
“You can never be too careful” Bond replied without looking at the man.
The Lead guard gestured for the helicopter to take off.
“Okay you two take him up to the castle” The helicopter rose into the sky.
Bond was escorted over to the quad bikes. As the Sea King turned away, Bond noticed a car approaching across the fields. Bond slowed, delaying his journey to the castle.
A sea green Land Rover Defender 110 pulled up on the ground recently vacated by the helicopter. The driver hurried to the back and opened the door so that the lead guard could load the crate into the back.
From the back of the quad bike Bond turned to look back at the action
“That crate should be coming with me”
The lead guard waved them away. Above the roar of the engines he shouted after them
“Change of plan” His laughter faded as the Sea King roared over them.
The two guards took Bond up the road and into the castle. Bond counted ten more mercenaries patrolling the grounds on the short bumpy journey.
Inside the castle grounds the quad bikes stopped and the engines fell silent. The guards and Bond dismounted. Bond pressed the wind button on his Omega Planet Ocean, sending a high pitch signal to their communications devises. Together the guards reached for their ears, trying to remove the ‘in ear’ devises.
Bond overpowered the first guard with a punch to the solar plexus, but as he was disposing the first man the second guard ripped off his helmet, and pulled out the ‘in ear’ communicator. In one smooth movement he pulled out Bond’s own gun on him. Sadistically he aimed and pulled the trigger, but the Walther didn’t fire. The man looked down incredulously at the gun. Bond stepped in and twisted the gun from his hand.
“I think you’ll find this is mine” Bond shot the guard with the gun fitted with a micro-dermal sensor in the grip so that only Bond could fire it.
Inside one of the well-furnished rooms in the castle a man heard the shot. His thick bushy wiry eyebrows raised as his senses heightened at the sound of the shot. Springing up from the lavishly upholstered green leather wing back chair he crossed the room to a large Jacobean desk.
His thin brown fingers grasped the ornate brass handle, and he pulled opened a drawer in the desk and gently extracted a Beretta. With gun in hand he nervously went to the door, but the door flew open in his face.
A Walther PPK pressed against his forehead. Bond pushed him back into the room
"A Walther PPK, I only know of one man who carries that gun with such confidence. You must be James Bond" The man said fretfully, his thin winy Asian voice sounded like finger nails down a blackboard.
"And you must be Tamerai Kahani. Put your gun down Kahani"
"Of course. If I had known it was you, Mister Bond. I promise you I would never have…" He stopped talking and dropped the gun. The white teeth emerged from behind his thin lips.
"Let’s cut the pleasantries shall we? Where’s the weapon?"
“No weapons here Mister Bond; oh no” His hands opened at his sides, comically lifting the hem of his jacket. His dark brown eyes danced behind a false smile.
“I’ve been told that you’re looking after some hardware for the Complete Darkness terrorist group”
"Sorry Mister Bond the Alphanox is not here. It’s been moved on!"
“I thought we had a deal?” Bond made a mental note on the word ‘Alphanox’
"Ah! You need to know about the deal breaker" The eyelids blinked over the dark brown eyes.
Bond pushed the gun against Kahani’s forehead
The unforgiving cold mouth of a gun pressed against the nape of Bond’s neck. Kahani raised his thick bushy eyebrows and gestured to behind Bond…
“Meet the deal breaker Mister Bond”
Kahani picked up the Beretta from the carpet and pushed past Bond taking the PPK from his hand as he went past. “Thank-you” he said in a sing song tone. Bond turned to see a dark haired East European girl holding a gun at his face. Her piercing blue eyes were completely focused on her target.
Kahani placed his hand upon the girl’s shoulder. The long thin dark fingers curled over the smooth silk material of her green jacket.
“I’ve had a better offer from my good friend Kaija Kuld. I like her currency”
“Pure gold” Bond translated the name from Estonian
“Deal’s off Mister Bond. Hands off, please Mister Kahani” The girl hissed at them.
“That’s a shame, I brought all the paintings you asked for” Bond watched as Kahani quickly removed his hand from the girl’s shoulder. It was clear their arrangement was not yet fully cemented. Room for Bond to negotiate. He pressed forward.
“I’ll double the offer” Bond looked directly at Kahani; he wanted to understand just how far he could push the situation.
“Off the top of my head Mister Bond I can’t think of any more old masters I’d like to hang on my walls” Kahani laughed awkwardly.
“We could go through the paintings now…if you want” Bond angled his head.
“Not to make you feel bad Mister Bond. But I’m going to take them all anyway”
“Ah well at least my journey wasn’t a total waste then” Bond smiled sarcastically
Kahani and Kaija backed out of the room together.
“Goodbye Mr. Bond” Kahani said as he wiggled his thin fingers. The heavy wooden door shut. And locked.
Bond instantly scanned the room, looking for an escape route. Quickly he went to the window. The bars on the window were new he tested the resolve. They had obviously been applied well after the 16th century, but were none the less a resolute deterrent to entering or leaving the castle by this route.
Bond was about to move when from his vantage point high in the castle he saw Kahani and Kaija emerge from the castle and go down the dirt track to the sea green Land Rover. She walked like a model he bounded at her side like a playful puppy.
As he watched their progress Bond carefully pulled a ‘cotton thread’ thin wire from the body of his wrist watch and wrapped the powerful explosives around each of the bars on the window.
At the Land Rover Kahani opened the back door, and beckoned Kaija inside.
Bond continued to wrap the explosive wire around the bars. As he did so he observed Kaija casually lift her gun and shoot Kahani three times. Shocked Kahani stumbled forward and slid down her body. Kaija stepped backward and let the body fall.
Bond stood back, and pressed the button on the watch. The bars exploded, and fell off; jingling and clanging on the floor. Bond opened the window and prepared to jump.
At the Land Rover Kahani now lay dead on the floor. Oblivious to the explosion from the castle Kaija looked at the blood on her lime green silk jacket. With slow determination she stroked her finger in the blood; and then raised her finger to her lips. Her small pink tongue darted out and licked the blood. She shuddered, and then smiled sadistically. Only then did she look up at the window to observe Bond as he prepared to jump.
Her eyes remained focused on Bond as she casually tossed the gun onto the back seat and tore the jacket from her body. With disdain Kaija held out her arm and dropped the blood soaked jacket over Kahani’s body.
Kaija jumped into the back of the car. The engine roared and the wheels fought for grip as it drove away.
Bond calculated his moment then jumped from of the window, down onto a passing guard, knocking him off his quad bike.
"Mind if I borrow this?" Bond said to the unconscious guard, as he took the guard’s Uzi 9mm machine pistol, and climbed onto the quad bike. Bond engaged gear and rode off after the Land Rover. Bond took the quad bike high on the rise. It was the longer route, but he needed to keep his distance from the guards at the castle, there ineffective gunfire was falling well short. Bond climbed the rise. At the crest he scanned the horizon. For a second he thought he’d lost her then saw the Land Rover rushing through the trees of a copse, about two hundred metres away.
Bond opened the throttle and shot off after the Land Rover.
The quad bike took off over a small hillock, and then skidded through a muddy gully, the engine roared in his ears. Bond could see the Land-rover had turned away from the direction he’d first seen it going; he needed to follow it through the copse. The bike skirted the small copse until Bond could see some sort of pathway. Then, without hesitation he plummeted into the bushes. Bond opened the throttle. The branches whipped past his head. Bond jinked and twisted the bike, negotiating stumps and branch tangles, the bike took off. Bond went down a steep gully, then gunned the throttle to quickly climb up the other side. The quad bike roared over the top; landing in a squeal of brakes and tyres. The Land Rover was just ahead now. A quick flick of the brake light and the car turned once again, drifted away down a slope. Bond dropped a gear and swerved to follow.
The Land Rover erupted from the trees, moments later Bond flew from the copse in pursuit. The land was open here; a gentle slope meandered away to the left, for about fifty metres, and then disappeared. Further away Bond saw the land rise up; he estimated the land on both sides met in a dip, possibly a river bed. Bond angled in behind the Land Rover. The driver side window opened and a spray of bullets from another Uzi machine gun filled the air with instant death. Bond tucked in behind the car. He could see the girl looking back at him.
The odd outcrop of rocks to the right-hand side, but a deep ripple in the land to the left. Bond need to guess which side he should attempt to pass.
“Going left” Bond gunned the throttle, and pulled along-side the passenger side of the Land Rover. The driver looked across at him and smiled sarcastically, lifting the Uzi again. Bond smiled back and raising his own gun shot him first. The Land Rover veered left. Bond dropped the Uzi and squeezed on the brakes. Together they slid down the steep bank. The car was going to topple over at any moment. Bond gunned the quad bike down the slope, angling away from the doomed car. The Land Rover careered down the bank and flipped over crashing over the rough ground. The slope got steeper, and the car flipped over again finally coming to rest on it’s roof against a tree at the side of a fast running river. Bond slid the bike to a halt and rushed down to the crashed Land Rover.
As the wheels revolved slowly in the air, flames were already growing from the grill and engine compartment. Bond smelt that the diesel tank had already ruptured. Now, there is a myth that diesel doesn’t burn like petrol. Bond knew that if you throw diesel on to a small flame like a candle the flame would go out because the mass of diesel would cool the wick and quench the flames.
But a tank full on a hot engine? Stand back. Once diesel starts to volatize at 200-300 degrees C, the vapors burn just as well as petrol vapors do. Bond knew he had only moments before the Land Rover exploded. He opened the rear door.
Kaija hung from her seat belt. The crate had smashed through the rear seat, and now lay on the roof of the car. Bond pulled the crate from the car.
“Can you move?” Bond asked the girl.
“I can’t breathe” She whispered
The flames were now mixed with black oily smoke. The fluids in the engine were well and truly alight.
The floor and fuel tank had burst and diesel was dripping down into the rear compartment just a few inches from her body.
“Let’s get you out” Bond crawled into the tangled mess of the Land Rover.
“Help me” Her eyes were dull and filled with tears. Her forehead was gashed.
The stench of diesel filled the cramped compartment, the acrid black smoke cut out the light from the front of the car. Bond was in the middle of the cabin, he reached up to detach Kaija from the belt. Whilst his arms were fully extended Kaija brought the gun up into his chest, it’s cold mouth nuzzled into him. Her eyes suddenly began to burn bright, even angels have their wicked schemes.
“Where do we go from here Mister Bond? Back to London for hours and hours of interrogation and then torture?”
“It doesn’t have to be like that. Just tell me who you work for. Tell me what you know about Alphanox, and the Complete Darkness group. I’ll get you out of here then you can make your own way home”
“What do you know of my home?” She spat, her eyes challenging him.
“I think it’s pretty similar to mine” Their eyes met “We do things that other people can’t, and won’t do. Tell me what I need to know then get out of here”
“You’ll let me go, just like that. I’m supposed to believe you?” Her eyes tried to seek the truth in Bond’s.
“Make your mind up” He said calmly. The flames were billowing from the engine compartment, the pops and crackles spurred on the building heat of the fire, Bond felt the heat against his skin.
Kaija lowered the gun. Bond reached up and tried to lever the seat belt open. The buckle itself was twisted in the holder. Bond pulled on the belt, but the pretension was holding her tight. A loud bang from the engine resulted in a cascade of sparks. The movement rocked the upturned chassis, and deformed the ruptured floor even more. The droplets of diesel came down faster, and ran along the crack and began to pitter patter down upon Kaija’s shoulder. Her eyes sought an escape.
“Hold me” Bond said urgently. He put his arms out. Kaija dropped the gun and wound her arms around him. Bond pulled at her body, but her injuries made her scream. Oblivious to her injuries Bond continued to pull her. The fuel was dripping constantly onto her neck and back.
Her breath came in short heart felt pants, but he continued to pull. Then inevitably, the pain became too much. Bond eased her back, and let go.
“I’m stuck” She whimpered. The smoke seeped in through the cracks in the windscreen. Kaija frantically looked around her small piece of hell. Instead of panic taking hold of her an inner calm descended over her. The fire had taken hold of the entire front half of the Defender.
“You better go” she coughed, her eyes pleaded with him. The effort induced more pain; silent tears ran down her face. The first drop of diesel silently infused in her hair, as it touched her scalp her face betrayed the futility of his efforts.
“Go now” She pleaded
“No” Bond tugged at the belt with a renewed effort “Who’s behind this, what do you know of the Complete Darkness group. What is Alphanox?” His hands tore at the seat belt buckle.
“I don’t know. The money appears in my bank account overnight. They appear to be able to bug any phone and hack any computer. No one is safe. No door can be locked. Even if you get me out of here they will come for me” She pleaded.
“What is Alphanox?” Bond adjusted his hold upon her. He felt the diesel soaking through his sleeves and into his arms.
“Truly I don’t know. I thought it was some kind of computer programme that infected other computers” The smell of the fuel filled the air.
“A virus?” Bond saw more drops hitting her head.
“At first I thought so, but it is something physical. Kahani was looking after it”
“What was your part of the deal?” Bond hammered the seat belt mounting with the butt of her gun.
“I was hired to kill Kahani” She saw the flames pouring into the front compartment.
“Why?” Bond smashed the gun against the bolt, like a demented lumberjack.
“Because he was doing a deal with you. He had the Alphanox here this morning”
“But it was moved on” Bond said remembering Kahani’s own words
“Yes. He thought he was going to be safe too” A pitiful smile crossed her face.
“We can hide you” Bond interrupted her thoughts, and shouted above the effort of his movement. With all his strength he issued one more mighty blow. The bolt sheered and the buckle came free, Kaija dropped to the roof of the car. Bond held her, lowering her to the roof. Quickly he kicked open the door closest to the river and crawled out, his knees crushed against the tiny pieces of broken glass. It crunched like ice beneath him. Bond swivelled around in order to pull Kaija from the car. His hand reached out for her, his eyes urged her to move. A dull blue flame crept from in-between the front seats. The upholstery began to burn. If the flames ignited the fuel she would be gone in a second. Kaija saw the fire encroach.
“Come on, I can pull you free” Bond urged
“I don’t think you can”
“We can protect you from these terrorists”
“Complete Darkness? I don’t think so” In her hand she held a small silver cigarette lighter. Her thumb depressed the trigger. A small flame appeared. The fuel ignited.
Bond leapt from his position, arching his back he shallow dived into the river as Kaija tossed the lighter into the rear compartment of the car. The Land Rover exploded in a ball of flame. Her scream was loud but very short lived.
The cold enveloping water closed over his body. The shock brought him back to life. Bond began to crawl along the bed of the river, his hands brushing through the reeds and over the small river bed stones. Above him the ball of flames sucked at he air and lifted the water up to fill the void. The river’s current took him down river for about twenty meters. Bond surfaced and took a large gulp of air. He looked back at the inferno which had once been the Land Rover. The thick black smoke billowed from the wreck pushed upward by enraged orange flames.
Slowly Bond crawled out of the river and lay on the bank. Low on the horizon the Sea King was making it’s way back toward him.
Bond made the climb to the top of the bank, the wind chilled him. Grass and small particles of dirt whizzed around him as the Helicopter landed. Bond squinted against the whirlwind and made a fast crouched run across the space and flung himself into the body of the Sea King. He closed the door, and the rotors changed in pitch, the machine took off. Bond checked his watch he’d only been on the ground for twenty minutes.
The Sea King made a slow lazy turn over the burning wreck of the Land Rover, and headed south east, toward London.