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1. Post Holiday Bloodbath.
It starts in Iowa.
New York senator Christie Hillman was leading in the polls for the next presidential election. She and her fellow opponents toured the state of Iowa mercilessly the week up to Christmas. Then straight afterward she would return to the state to drive her point on how she and only she would save the United States from it's "total, inevitable destruction." A rival senator, Bobby Odell was running as the first African American presidential hopeful criticized Hillman's policy as so left winged that it was close to communism. They were on the same party ticket and yet they argued like little children.
Unfortunately Senator Hillman, during a speech to blue collar americans over health care was assassinated. No one in attendance heard the shot, but after the senator fell to the ground, people stood and screamed, panicking to the doors to escape.
Senator Hillmnan was pronounced DOA as she was rushed to the hospital.
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Italy:
Two days later.
As President Luciano Armagoza was about to issue a decree to pull all of Italian forces out of Iraq and other parts of the middle east, the car he was riding in exploded at an intersection. Three other cars were damaged by the blast, the passengers and drivers of the automobiles severely damaged but not killed.
Investigators found fragments of a crudely made bomb placed inside the engine. No fingerprints were found but every mechanic within ten miles of the former leader's residence was questioned along with his staff. Officials were stumped as to who the murderer was and kept quiet to the media for the time being.
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England:
The next day.
Former PM Thomas Lancaster and his Bodyguard/best friend for over 30 years John Bonham were sitting in one of London's top five star restruants having a spelndid meal together. They brought their wives and children along with them.
About an hour into the frivolity Lancaster took a sip of his merlot. Three minutes later he lay face first into his chicken primavera. Bonham, having the same wine as his friend wondered if Thomas had suddenly fallen asleep when all of a sudden his own vision and hearing ceased. The remaining family members screamed in hysterics and the manager of the restruant called for an ambulance and the police.
The restruant closed immediately, with the entire kitchen staff arrested and held for questioning.
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Paris:
Earlier that day.
The middle aged man took a sip of his brandy as he told the police, in exact detail of the man floating in the Seine. His account was that he heard a thumping noise outside of his barge. It woke him up so he decided to check it out. He approached the right side of the barge where he thought he saw a clump of garbage floating lazily in the water. Then he squnted his eyes and saw a dark gray trenchcoat in the water, the man then went to grab a long handled hook to fish the coat out. However, when he saw the body that came with the coat he dropped the hook altogether, and went to the nearest payphone to call the police.
A few short hours later, just as Thomas Lancaster was assassinated the corpse was identified as Craig Banner. An MI6 agent on assignment from a personal request by M herself. Banner was found with a mercury bullet lodged in the center of his forehead.
As soon as M heard the news she made arrangements to have Banner's body transferred back to the UK. She had a suspicion about a certain person and apparently Banner had gotten to close to the truth.
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MI6 Headquarters:
Present day.
News of the assassinations hit the airwaves, and people panicked. M sat in her office on a cold December day, looking out her window and wondered just what it was that Banner had learned. More importantly, why hadn't he contacted her or Tanner?
Bill Tanner entering through her door interrupted her thoughts.
"Paris pathologists say that Banner had been dead 72 hours prior to discovery." Tanner began. "They'll be releasing the body any day now. I'll send an escort detail to Paris once word of approval is issued."
M only nodded and continuing to stare out to the London skyline.
"Something on your mind M?" Tanner asked.
M cast a glance at Tanner. "You think Craig found something about him?" She asked Bill.
Tanner shrugged. "It's possible." He concluded. "The mercury bullet clearly gives him away. But, as to where he's at now..."
M nodded. "You think he could be responsible for the others as well?"
"I wouldn't put it past him, although the bombings and the poison doesn't fit his standard M.O." Tanner confessed. "If it is him then the old boy has learned some new tricks."
"Indeed." M said sternly. "Where do the Americans stand?"
Tanner coughed, hoping she wouldn't have asked.
"Former President Hillman is requesting President Shrub for a full investigation from the FBI. Shrub is expected to turn down the request and to concentrate about asking congress for more funds for the war chest."
"Pompous ." M cited. "What of the Italians?"
"Not a word." Bill answered."Since the blast Italy has gone quiet."
"And our PM, Tanner?"
"He's with the families and will soon be with Scotland Yard until the evening.
M understood. Once the PM was through with them he would either go to MI5 or straight to her. Which meant that she'd better get a handle on her department.
"Status on the 00 department." M asked, sternly.
"Carrington still on assignment in Istanbul. Bond is in hospital. Astbury is at Blades even as we speak."
"Fetch him." M ordered. "I don't care if he's in a high stakes poker match or if he's eating prime rib in the restruant. Bring him here."
"Right away." Tanner replied and left M's office.
M went to her private bar and poured herself a scotch and soda. Whoever the bastard was now working for would now answer. She would be sending 008 straight into the mouth of hell against it's possible strongest ally.
M disliked using her agents as possible chess pieces. But she was pissed off and wanted Astbury to bring her back the assassin's head on a silver plate.
M took a sip of her drink and willed Michael Astbury to MI6 headquarters. Here was an assignment for him to get his frustration out over the last assignment. It would be difficult and possibly messy, but she trusted Michael to pull it off professionally and with a coolness unmatched by any of his co workers.