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[Genrewriter]

*004 speeds down the highway towards the airport.*

002: You know, its times like this I really wish Q-Branch would design a transporter like on Star Trek.

G: That's just silly.

003: You know, that doesn't mean much coming from a guy who made me some exploding bazooka boots.

002: Gotta go with Bryce there.

004: 002, call 001 and see what's happening. We're almost at the airport.

[Bryce (003)]

Originally posted by Genrewriter
...You know, that doesn't mean much coming from a guy who made me some exploding bazooka boots.

And they are GREAT G. I've gotta hand it to you. I don't know what hangover triggered that sparkle of grey-matter, but the boots are cool. That and the "RV from Hell" you let 004 & I borrow for that African job. The pink-slip on that thing had to be held by Satan....

Sorry we didn't bring it back....You did blame 006 right?.....I mean...who doesn't?

*003 takes a swig from flask*

Airport? Haven't you had the joy of a quick trip across the channel in 004's car?

*passes flask to 004*

Hey Matt, head for the coast and then "pwess the wed button".

*003 reaches for second flask*

[Matt O'S oo4]

Oh, no...not da wed button.

Anything but the.....

oh, piss on it.

Hooking up my com link.

MAtt

[Bryce (003)]

Aren't we all in the same car....

Screw it....

*Takes flask*

[Matt O'S oo4]

Not for you, you jetk.

I doing a tie in.

Takes flask back.

[Bryce (003)]

Ohhh...you mean "jerk".... Got it...

Wanker....Just get us back to London...ALL of us;)

[Matt O'S oo4]

You mean....(looking over at 003 while he uncharacteristically puts on his seat belt)...like now??

[Joyce Carrington]

*they arrive at the airport*

G: So what do we do now?

003: Um... get on the plane?

G: I mean, with Joyce.

*points at trunk*

G: Should we wake her up for the moment?

004: Can't we just carry her into the plane?

002: Oh sure. We'll tell everyone: "she's a brainwashed secret agent who's out to kill us... but don't worry, she's asleep!"

004: Exactly!

002: That was sarcasm.

[Bryce (003)]

003: Matt, screw this. Make for the coast....

[Joyce Carrington]

G (excited): You mean we DO get to cross the Channel by car?

003: That's what I said. Now get in.

*Screeching tyres*

[Matt O'S oo4]

Hey, if you don't mind, it's my car...I"LL drive it.

Talk about back seat drivers.

Everyone in????

If you not, you're going to be all the way out..know what i mean???

004 starts the Lagonda. Looks over at 003. *slow smile*

Well, if it worked once.....

*Both men start to laugh*

004 floors it and heads for the coast. And I mean HEADS FOR THE COAST. Like a rocket.

You can almost feel everyone in the mack seat doulblechecking their seat belts and grabbing on the anything.

Glad we don't have to far to go to get to the water...were low on (looking into the back seat)...scotch of course.

Touching the same combination of switches, 004 makes the car ready.

003: Ummmm, how high is that cliff??

004: Aww, only about 70 feet.

003: Oh, okaay. (thinks) Have you ever done this before?

004: "Nope"

004 floors it as shocked individuals watch the car rocket its way toward the cliff.

And NOW.....004's Lagonda launches off the cliff at over 150 mph.
Matt hands John his flask...with mock courtesy..."I say ol' boy, would you mind"

003, taking flash: "Oh, my, no problem at all."

Hitting the last switch, the hydrofoil kit drops down and the car hits the water with a tremdous splash and violently lurches forward.

Suddenly, the car is smoothly skimming across the channel at a swift rate of speed. Matt holds out his hand and John fills it with scotch.

Thank you for flying O'Shawanneay Airlines. We'll be traveling at an alitiude so low you'll wet your pants....literaly. So sit back and leave the flying to us. OR else.

[DLibrasnow]

or else?

[Matt O'S oo4]

Originally posted by DLibrasnow
or else?

Yes, or ELSE you can get out and swim.

Oops. Damn.

003: What?

004: Flasks empth.

003: Sad.

004: Yes.

003: More?

004: Please.

003: Ice?

004: Its a flask.

003: Oops.

004: I just don't how much longer we can TAKE the pressure of this job.

003: Oh, true, SO true.

004: INdeed.

003: Quite

004: To be sure....

*From the back seat*

WOULD YOU GUYS SHUT UP!!!!!

004 looks at 003. Hand signals.....*its your turn*

[Genrewriter]

*The Lagonda blasts over the water, frightening off some mackerel that have come up near the surface.*

004: Sorry about that, guys.

002: No problem.

004 (glances back): I was talking to the fish.

G: You gonna say the same thing to the shark?

004: Right, like I'm gonna fall for a-

*004 looks forward as a huge shark heads for them, traveling on the surface.*

004: Oh great. Don't sharks usually go underwater?

003: Yeah.

002: Maybe it has something to do with the SPECTRE logo on its snout.

004: Oh, perfect!

*004 swerves around the shark, deploying a smokescreen.*

002: I'd ask you to pull over and let me drive, Matt but somehow I think I'd end up all wet.

*G glances back and sees the shark is following them thorugh the smoke along with two others. He notices an antennae on their heads*

G: Guys, our problems seem to have multiplied.

*004 glances back, eyes widening.*

004: Whoa.

002: At least they don't have lasers attached to their heads.

003: Xen, please. They prefer to be called frickin' laser beams. Show some respect.

*One of the sharks opens its mouth and a rocket shoots out, grazing the car.*

G: Oh yeah, I'm REALLY glad they don't have lasers attached to their heads now!

*004 floors the accelerator and fires a missile back at the sharks, blowing one up.*

003: Good thing those things are metal otherwise we'd have the SPCA all over us.

G: Bigtime.

*004 turns the car towards a reef.*

002: Matt, what's our ETA?

004: Almost there. I just hope we find land near a gas station.

*The two remaining robot sharks fires a flurry of missiles which 004 dodges. The other agents look nauseous as one of the sharks gets too close and is blown up by one of the missiles.*

004: Speed kills, pal.

*The last shark suddenly speeds up and rams the car. 004 deploys a smokescreen and heads for a reef.*

004: Almost there.

*Suddenly, the shark blasts thorugh the smokescreen and fires a missile at the car. It hits, causing the car to dip slightly into the water.*

G: I'm starting to get a sinking feeling.

004: Hang on, I got an idea!

*004 steers onto the reef and drives along the surface. The shark reies to follow but 004 fires a missile into the reef in front of it, causing it to get stuck in the debris.*

004: People 3, Jaws 0.

*The car stops near a gas station,*

004: Hey, how's that for luck?

[Bryce (003)]

Almost completely unbelievable....Like a bad movie....

*all slowly look to where a camera would be. Then at each other.Then back to "camera"*

ALL: Naaaaaaah!!!

[Matt O'S oo4]

YAWN.

I didn;t believe it.

Wake me when its over.

004

[Genrewriter]

*G pokes 004 in the back of the head, waking him up.*

G: Hey, Matt. Its over. Would you mind speeding up a bit? I'd like to hit the coast before Sportcenter is over.

*004 glares at G darkly and speeds up a bit.*

[DLibrasnow]

**001 walks around the Mi6 building, confused at the lack of activity. Popping his around the door to Moneypenny's office she looks up and gives one of all those all-accomodating smiles.**

"Hmm...where is everybody", 001 asks himself.

**Cracking open the door to 003's office, 001 is stunned at what he sees**

[Matt O'S oo4]

Originally posted by Genrewriter
*G pokes 004 in the back of the head, waking him up.*  

Loos at him

My....father....touched me like that once.

ONCE.

To this day he wears orthopedic shirts.

003 smiles to himself. "Poor sap."

[Joyce Carrington]

Finally, the four agents (and the one in the trunk) reach England. 004 quickly drives back to MI6.

003: Home sweet home... I couldn't leave this place even if I wanted to.

*004 and 003 share a look*

*they get out of the car*

G: Bryce, do you think she's still unconscious?

003: Only one way to find out...

*opens trunk*

Joyce is still fast asleep in the trunk.

004: Xen, run ahead and tell Molly we're on our way.

[DLibrasnow]

**001 looks out the window and sees the other agents pull up in the car**

"I wonder if I should tell the others about 003?" he asks himself.

[Matt O'S oo4]

004 picks up 009 and looks at her for a moment.

Damn woman.

*Thinks to himself.*

Why? I thought I was the crazy one.

*Matt kisses her on the forehead.*

I just don't need this. I think I could handle it better if you'd been shot. I could almost understand that.

004 carries her up to Dr. W's office and gives the doctor the look.

Dr. W nods a little timidly.

Do EVERYTHING you can for her.

*Takes a step to Dr. W. and changes his tone a little* If you need ANYTHING, call me. I'll get it for you. I don't care what it is."

Matt passes his hand over Joyce's forehead and through her har.

004 leaves.

[DLibrasnow]

*wipes away a tear*

[Bryce (003)]

*Bryce strolls into Moneypenny's office with something behind his back*

Moneypenny!....I brought you back something from Spain....

*Bryce produces a pair of very ornate maraca's and offers them to her*

I told the lady at the store you already had a good pair...But these looked nice.

What's going on around here?

[Athena007]

*she takes the maracas from him, shakes them, taps one on his chest*
I'll put these with the rest of my keepsakes from you... so many memories. As for what's going on around here... good question... too much, I

[Joyce Carrington]

*wakes up*

*is strapped to chair in Molly's office*

009 (still groggy from the gas): Hey... did'n't I kill you?

Molly: No, you punched me.

009: Oh. Damn.

Molly: Now, I must inform you that you are a crazy maniac, and when I give you this injection *holds up syringe* and do a little number ON YOUR HEAD...

*calms herself down*

Molly: Then you will be normal again. Hopefully.

009: Ah.

[Matt O'S oo4]

004 is doing what he usually does when he a pissed off, disturbed, or unable to unravel a current mystery.

He is at the MI6 gun range.

With six diffeent weapons in front of him, seveal boxes of shells and paper targets, 004 is venting his frustrations in a way he sonsiders to be productive.

Dropping a clip into a Desert Eagle. Chambers the round. Sets the pistol aside.

He loads his Beretta and his Browning High Power in like fashion.

He hangs up a paper target siloutte of 006, flips the switch, and sends it 75 feet away.

Deep breath.

In.

Out.

004 snatches up the Desert Eagle and deaws doen on "006" firing twice, then suddenly emptying the clip.

He picks up both the Browning and the Beretta, one in each hand in similiar fashion. Emptying the clips.

Setting hte empty weapons down, he flips the weitch and deaws the target back toward him.

004 has shot out the eye holes and "drawn" a frown with a nose hole.

Under the image in the word:

PUSSY.

003 walks up.

See's target.

003: What do you do, sleep with that thing??

004: (He knows) Uh, huh. Just like you do.

003: What up?

[Joyce Carrington]

*in Molly's office*

Molly: ...And when I count to three you will be Joyce Carrington again. The normal one. One.. two.. three.

*009 opens eyes*

*is quiet for a while*

*turns her head to Molly*

009: Hey Molly.

Molly: Hello.

009: I believe... I hit you.

*Molly nods*

009: Sorry.

*gets up out of chair and leaves office*

[Matt O'S oo4]

Not much.

How's....Joyce....009?

003: Oh, I think they be able to iron things out.

Really

003: No, really.

004 leaves the gun range and heads to Dr. Warmflash's office to check in on 009.

He picks up his Beretta, puts in a fresh clip and as he is walking away, he thereads on his silencer.

[Xenobia]

*Xenobia watches Joyce leave Molly's office*

002: Feeling better?

009: Much. And yourself? I think I took a few shots at you too.

002: Nothing I can't handle. You know what? You've been through a lot, why don't you go back to Molly's office.

*Turns to walk down the hall*

009: I'm alright, I'd rather go to my office, catch up on my work....

*Xenobia draws her weapon*

002: I insist.

*Realizing she is unarmed, and probably being watched on closed circuit TV*

009: Then again, naps are always good.

*Xenobia and Joyce return to Warmflash's office*

-- Xenobia