Anyway so I've been working on a little Bond adventure of my own. I'm going by Fleming's Bond, no continuation novels, honestly there's so many to take into account. So KISS 'keep it simple stupid' for me.


One of the elements I had found interesting about DMC was the female Double-O in the 60's. What I didn't like was the set up. I don't want to get your hopes up, this won't be a Scarlett fan-fic.

Sorry I am rambling. This is my first time with fan-fic. I've been writing since I was 17, I'm *cough* 32 *cough*, but I haven't done anything like this. I hope I don't do it wrong.

Here's a small, very small, taste of Destroying Angel.
“Hello, Bond.” Everest said. She had a cold way of simply calling him by his surname. Bond pulled his stare off Miss Bliss’ blissful backside and planted it on Diana’s rather angelic face. Perhaps it was the warm yellow glow of the reading lamp beside her that made her features look so virtuous. He knew from experience she was hardly the angelic type.
“Why Miss Everest do you ever rest?” Bond quipped leaning against the door jamb. He folded his arms casually. Diana tilted her head curiously as if waiting for more. “So I suppose you know M-”
“Moneypenny rang me up a little while ago, said I was to have a meeting with M this afternoon. Now you turn up. Bond, you wouldn’t happen to know about all this, would you?” she got right to the point.
Thanks. Please be kind, it's my first!
