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[chrisno1]

Doesn't seem to be posted yet, H. so I've no idea what you are talking about.
However, 42 pages and 15k words so far,
less of a short story more of a novella I'd say, but remarkably good. Expect my full feedback in good time.

[Bryce (003)]

Sorry it's taken so long.

Here's the follow up to "The High Road"

So, as ever (standing orders from the Brain of Bryce), lock the door, mix a good one or pour a pint, tell the rest of the world to piss off and enjoy (hopefully), this last bit.

From Los Angeles with Love,

- 003

NO WORRIES FOR THE NEW YEAR

THWACK

Then a blast from what had to be a shotgun startled Gala from her sleep. She sat upright in the ornate four post bed in one of the manor’s guest rooms.

The same sounds again and laughter followed. It was from outdoors. Stepping into the padded slippers bedside, she took the heavy terrycloth robe putting it on over her T-shirt emblazoned with the Batman logo and sweat pants. Tying it off, she swept her hair back and ventured out of the room at the end of the hall listening again.

There was a Post-It note which read “Take the lift” on a smallish door.

She looked about. Slowly pulling it open, she found a compartment not much larger than a phone box. She pressed a brass button labeled simply “The Top” and was moving upwards. It came to a stop and she then opened the door.

It was, indeed, the top of the tower and the view of a snow covered landscape was remarkable. It was quite cold and then she saw the pair of them.

Both wore kilts and roll neck sweaters. He held a vintage three wood golf club and she a long barreled Holland & Holland shotgun.

“Pull!”

Bryce swung hard launching a small black ball into the distance. Kate took the range and then brought the gun to her arm. The heavy blast from both barrels echoed and the black dot was obliterated from the sky.

“Nice one! That’s six for six.” He turned noticing Gala; “Good morning dear…Hope we didn’t wake you.” Kate cracked the barrel and pulled the two empty shells greeting Gala as well.

“Welcome to the morning ritual.” Bryce smiled as he plucked another black ball from the bucket at his feet while Kate reloaded. She snapped it back shut and gestured to Gala.

“Care to try one?”

She then took note of their mutual slippers. His were blue and hers pink but both fuzzy bunnies. She had to giggle as she took the rifle.

John hit the ball square on and Gala raised the shotgun. As the ball began to drop, she fired. Amazingly, with her skill, it vanished. Kate smiled; “Bloody well done girl.”

Gala handed over the gun and looked at the bucket.

“I’ve heard of ‘blue balls’, but never seen black ones.”

He laughed; “The finest Scotland’s sheep have to offer.”

Kate jumped in; “They’re shit balls. They help fertilize the ground when we blow them apart. A friend of Dad’s started making them for fun and then made quite a bit of business out of them to the local clubs. He’s got two flocks of the little beasts dedicated to it beyond the wool.”

“I have to say that you Scots are an odd lot.”

Both smiled and Kate mentioned that it was the way they liked it. As she removed the shells from the gun she chided John telling him that, given her shooting, he was required to prepare breakfast.

Later, in the kitchen, both were treated to a delicious traditional morning feast of eggs, grilled potatoes, beans, mushrooms, thick cut bacon and fried tomato with toast and juices as well as coffee and tea.

Gala was stuffed and enjoyed the meal. Since he had done the cooking, Kate was responsible for the clean up. She had agreed as it was always the rule about the house. John had taken his coffee to the study to get on the computer from the roll-top desk and confirm things with Vauxhall. Gala insisted on helping and she was taking quite a liking to her.

As they finished and wiped their hands, Kate turned to her.

“Gala, you’re a gem. I wanted to tell you something.”

“Anything. We’re all but family to a point. Are you asking me my intentions with John?”

“No…Whatever you have between you is none of my business unless either of you choose to share it with me. However, he told me about Japan. You took a man’s life to save his. He’s forever grateful and so am I. I just wanted to say thank you.”

“When I was still with ‘Five’, we had several assignments together. Crazy stuff. Riding on the back of a Vespa scooter handcuffed through the streets of Rome, being shot at on a wet-bike in the Caribbean and then Japan. After last Christmas with Katrina…What a horrible night. But, I’m honored to have met you as a result of all this.”

Kate smiled; “That sounds like John. He doesn’t have many friends beyond Matt and Joyce and he’d walk over hot coals for Sir David or the Queen. That business last year was a long time coming. Victoria was a delight. I held his hand through it all. She was everything to him. Whether it’s serious or not, you’re a good friend to him too and he sure as Hell has trust in you. So do I. You’re welcome in my own home or in this manor anytime.”

Gala was most flattered by the sentiment. Kate headed up the stairs to indulge in her bedroom’s Jacuzzi tub. With a fresh cup of tea in hand, she ventured into the study and found 003 at the computer.

“Hello Luv.” Gala crossed to him setting down her cup and hugged him from behind in his chair.

“You have the most remarkable sister.”

“Yeah I do.” He smiled as he sipped from his coffee. “The helicopter will be here in an hour. They’ll call when they’re ten minutes out. Then you’re off to the base. It should give you enough time to clean up and get into your uniform.”

Forty-five minutes later, Gala stood at the bottom of the stairwell every bit as a proper Navy officer. Bryce walked around her slowly. She kept her eyes level. He stopped in front of her and looked her toes to head.

“Lieutenant Brand.”

“Commander Bryce.”

“What’s your Fourth standing order?”

“Sir, my fourth standing order is only to surrender my post when properly relieved or ordered to do so by a superior officer. Sir!”

“Where did you serve on your first deployment?”

“Second division as Chief of the watch aboard the Lancaster under Captain Hadley.”

“How long have you been enlisted?”

“Four years with another two to come.”

“What do you think of ‘Her Majesty’s’ Navy?”

“They make a fine cup of coffee.”

“Ten Sixty-Six.”

“The ‘Battle of Hastings’, Sir!”

“Is any of your attire inappropriate or not to military standards?”

“Not a stitch beyond my red satin knickers.”

Bryce stared at her hard and then burst into a grin adding that she put on a proper show of being a Navy girl. The old adage of a lady loving a man in uniform was reversed. She looked damn good. His mobile buzzed. The helicopter was just on its way to the manor.

Kate came in from the kitchen with two cups of tea and complimented Gala on her appearance as the sound of the rotors approached. Finishing their tea, they hugged and exchanged email addresses promising to stay in touch.

Bryce slung on his coat and escorted her out and across the drawbridge. The helicopter hovered and a deployment bag dropped with a line trailing from it. Before it had hit the ground, a figure was already descending. The second their feet touched down, they released the harness and the line was released as the olive drab beast began to lower. The figure charged towards them. He raised the visor on his helmet.

Harry Fawkes smiled and offered a salute as the helicopter set down behind him.

“Hey mate! Understood there was an important package to be picked up, so I tagged along to insure proper delivery.”

Bryce laughed and they shook hands. He greeted Gala; “Your chariot awaits….Lieutenant.” he added with a wink. Gala hugged Bryce and then Harry was taken aback as Kate walked over bundled in a heavy sweater and scarf with a thermos. She gave it over to Gala adding that it was something for the ride up. As they said their farewell, Harry turned aside to Bryce.

“You old dog…I don’t know who she is, but she’s gorgeous. I know why you’d want to keep her locked up in this fortress of yours.”

“She’s a friend…Known her for years.”

“She available then?”

Bryce smiled and added; “I’m afraid you’re out of luck there Harry. She’s as fond of the ladies as you and I are.” He shrugged.

“Damn…Always the case…They’re either taken or likened to the same…Nothing wrong with that mind you.”

“Not at all. Just a friend though. We grew up together.” Bryce all but bit his tongue.

They wished each other best of the holidays and with one last hug and a kiss from Gala, Harry escorted her to the helicopter. They were soon climbing into the sky. On board, Gala opened the thermos.

She smiled at the scent of Sabrina’s eggnog. Kate had warmed it as well. She glanced down at the manor and waved. Both returned it with a salute and trudged back inside. The pilot informed them they’d be touching down in thirty minutes or less. She shared the cup with Harry and he admitted it wasn’t really his thing, but couldn’t deny it was all but nectar of the Gods.


Joyce Carrington sat at her desk when the call came. Gala had arrived at the base and the intel was proving to be quite a bit to fathom, but it was during their conversation that she had inadvertently mentioned Kate.

She tried to back-peddle, but Joyce pushed her. She listened intently. After the call, she slumped back into her chair somewhat stunned. She stood and marched out.

Stepping into 004’s office, she closed the door abruptly with her heel staring at him hard.

“A sister! A sister!...Seven years of working together and you two keep this from me!?” Her blood was up and at a fine boil. Matt sat back.

“Not entirely…”

“What’s that’s supposed to mean?” She was pissed and armed. Matt wasn’t about to dismiss her or even attempt to.

“You’ve met her. You just didn’t know who she truly was.” He tapped a few keys and swung his monitor about. The picture came up. She looked at it and then her mind reeled back to the dinner at Scott’s two years before. She had figured she was yet another one of Bryce’s conquests and had given up trying to keep track of all the consistently beautiful women that were taken by him long ago. She did recall that she was quite charming and funny.

“The Canadian girl from dinner. Corporate office design executive or something like that. Jillian…Gala called her ‘Kate’.”

“Katherine, actually.” She was slowly starting to cool down, but promptly grabbed a tumbler and the bottle of Speyside 18 from the table. She poured herself an all but full glass. After a sip, she demanded the details.

“What’s the one thing that can truly compromise or be used as leverage on a spy?”

She thought and then it became obvious; “Family.”

“Right…When John was screened for the service, he told them of her. Before he signed on as a member of the section, he had her given a false identity to protect her and, to a point, himself. Since their parent’s death, they were all each other had. She was only nine and he was sixteen.”

“I know, I read his file. There was no mention of her.”

“Which is exactly what he wanted.”

“How many people know?”

“Myself, the Admiral, the PM and the Palace have access to the information of course, but I doubt either is fully aware and now, Gala and yourself. If it hadn’t been for that attempted hit on him that I read about and Gala wasn’t with him, you’d still be in the dark.”

Joyce thought a bit as she sipped and Matt took a glass of the same. She now understood why she hadn’t been included.

The train wreck, quite by accident, in France. Lord…How long had he been tortured by the memories of both Victoria and his parents?

“I want to meet her. Properly and let her know I’m in the ‘loop’ as it is.”

“He’s going to be angry with Gala.”

“Blame me.” She finished her drink and wagged a finger; “I understand why I wasn’t told. If the two of you don’t trust me to keep a secret though, that just hurts.”

“John was adamant. I argued with him as well over it.” He paused; “I’m sorry dear…You’ve saved our lives far too many times to count.” He took her in his arms. “I’d be dead if it weren’t for you.”

“Likewise.” She gave him a soft, but not too soft, smack on the face and then kissed him gently before leaving his office.


Christmas morning had been lovely. Both had found their hand-knitted stockings (mysteriously) filled with candies, snappers and a stuffed animal beanie. They had laughed and hugged by the fireplace. Under the tree, decorated with Mum’s favorite ornaments, had been two wrapped gifts.

For John, something he didn’t expect. Three of his Dad’s favorite ties and two pairs of vintage cufflinks. Kate explained that she had kept them for years.

Upon opening her single present, Kate’s hand went to her mouth and her eyes began to well. Mum’s single strand of large pearls which had been a staple of her formal attire.

Her voice somewhat choked as the emotion took over; “Why is it we always give each other something of family?”

“Because they gave everything to us.”

She had burst into tears and he cradled her rocking her gently. The tears passed and then laughter followed by some of the really good one hundred year old scotch over their dinner. A happy Christmas indeed.

They enjoyed the week with conversation and Kate’s schedule in her “other life” had promised she’d ring in the New Year with no other man than her brother before flying back to the states.

Locking up the manor, John had warmed up the Jaguar. Having set the security system, Kate put her bags in the boot.

“John....I know Mum willed it to you....I learned to drive in that car too....I don't care what bastard making of it you let those 'whiz-bang' experts in your division do to it. It was Mum's car...Not Dad's. Please?”

He couldn't deny the look in her eyes and tossed her the keys.

“Just don't press any buttons I tell you not to.”

She smiled as she caught them; “Is there an ejector seat?”

He raised an eyebrow.

“Maybe…How do you know it doesn't eject the driver?”

“Oh....That's just devious....Clever...but devious.”

“Tony's funny like that.”

They were on the road and made good time. Kate handled the car with casual ease enjoying the drive while he texted. He then called Matt and was made aware of what had been revealed. There’d be a long talk with both Joyce and Gala. Finishing the call, he told Kate that they were now in the know. As they came into London and up the square, she added her two pence.

“Don’t be too hard on Gala and Joyce deserved to know for a long time, but I’ve always understood your position. You’re still telling any man that inquires about me that I’m a lesbian but at least I’m a girly one right?”

“Well you sure as Hell couldn’t be a “butch” and I know you can be a bitch.” Kate laughed as they moved into the garage beneath the building. The next morning – New Year’s Eve day – they made plans for ringing in 2011 over drinks at the lounge of the Westbury hotel within walking distance of the townhouse.

After a lazy morning about the townhouse watching some movies, they had ventured down to Covent Gardens and she found several pieces of jewelry and a new hat and scarf from the one of the many vendor’s stands.

Having feasted on her specialty of onion breaded chicken for dinner, they sipped from the tumblers of scotch and prepped for the end of the year. Putting on his favorite double breasted Dunhill jacket, John adjusted his tie and cuffs. When he came up to the living room, Kate turned about in a crimson satin blouse, a snug skirt and black leggings with knee-high boots sporting her new hat and scarf over her shoulders. She looked radiant with her hair down and every bit their mother. It was then that he noticed the pearls.

“Amazing.”

She straightened his tie; “You clean up pretty well too.”

“So I’ve been told.” He kissed her cheek and they hugged. Slinging on their coats and gloves, they hit the square and then moved down to the hotel.

As expected, it was crowded but far more as there had been a wedding that afternoon. They elbowed their way into the bar, but quickly agreed that it was just too much. Opting for some champagne back at the townhouse they left and strolled back. Kate had made the joke of being all dressed up with no place to go. With an hour left of 2010 and the weather chilly they continued.

They rounded a corner and a figure sitting on a steam grate asked for change if they could spare it. Kate always kept a few pound coins in her pocket and offered them. As she did, he snatched her at the wrist and jerked her forward. She caught herself on the side of the building as the man, suddenly very spry, stood.

As she tore her hand away breaking his grasp, three more figures came from the shadows and moved in. One held a bottle and started to bring it down on Bryce. He blocked the arm landing a solid right cross which sent the bottle to the ground and the bastard spinning into a parked car.

The other one who had grabbed Kate reached for her again. He roughly pushed her back against another car and she brought up her right leg planting her heeled boot to his chest while simultaneously launching herself over the car’s bonnet in a backwards somersault coming down on her feet like a cat on the opposite side. She took a stance with her arms raised and fire in her eyes.

The next came at Bryce and swung twice at him with some sort of heavy stick. Dodging the first swipe, he caught the second blow on his right arm when the last thug came in and kicked out his left knee from behind. Folding, he managed to seize the man’s wrist in a leverage Aikido grip and snap it outward. At the crack of both cartilage and bone, he screamed with a yelp of pain. The other was moving in quickly.

As he did, a voice barked from the darkness; “Hey! Tough Guy!”

The SOB turned as the hulked figure stepped in with a slamming body shot to the ribs on the right and a second to the left. He followed with a nasty elbow-clip across the jaw and then a straight right armed jab to the face which took him off his feet and sent him to the ground out cold.

Bryce was getting to his feet as he heard the war cry from the street. He’d had managed to get himself up partially in time to witness it.

“HA SAA!”

Kate leapt into the air and delivered a scissor-kick to the thug. The first with her right foot, under his jaw snapping his head back and the second with her left into his chest putting him flat on the icy pavement. She came down planting her feet and had her left up and her right drawn back with her fist balled.

Bryce had moved and drawn his PPK from the ankle holster as the figure turned towards him. He offered a hand and then was revealed. Alec North smiled as he helped him up.

“Didn’t like the odds…Thought I’d lend a hand…Well, two at least.” He gestured with his fists. Bryce burst into a grin as the thundering snaps of boots came towards them. Three Metro officers ran up.

Within seconds, two Rovers appeared with more officers. Both men produced their official identification. It took about ten minutes, but all the goons were soon carted off. Bryce and North assured the chief officer that they – via the MI6 liaison - would give full statements as to the event. Kate had shown her Canadian passport and agreed to giving a statement as well playing her usual act.

The ranking officer apologized for the incident explaining that these sort of “wolf packs” – as he had put it – preyed on both tourists and locals in the well to do area’s when everyone was a bit tipsy upon ringing in the New Year or visiting an ATM.

Bryce made a quick call to the concierge at the Ritz as the police bundled up the blokes and took them away. North had approached Kate and introduced himself. She had taken his offered hand thanking him for joining in the fray. Not knowing if she was truly aware of what himself and 003 did, he made it casual.

Kate smiled maintaining her Canadian accented voice; “Thank you very much for stepping up as you did Mister North. I’m Jillian. Jillian Peters. I’ve known John for years. He’s like a brother to me.”

Bryce was finishing his call and heard the comment. Kate could sell a pair of shoes to a snake or a popsicle to an Eskimo when she had to. North nodded.

“Well, first, call me Alec and second, you’re quite welcome. I don’t want to intrude on your evening.” Bryce approached pocketing his phone. He had reserved a table at the Rivoli bar even with such short notice. It wasn’t too far of a jaunt from where they were. As they walked, he and Kate shared a cigarette while 0011 explained his presence and also bummed a smoke stating that he rarely would par-take of one, but as it was the eve of a new year, he’d indulge himself over the lack of good cigar.

“Quite by chance actually. I was going to join a new friend of mine at the Westbury, but he’s on call with Virgin Atlantic and, well, he got the ‘call’. Fine money to be made on the holidays. Sir Richard is quite good about seeing to those that work for him as I’ve been told.”

He went on that he had decided to dodge out of the bar and had seen both trolling down the street. Recognizing John immediately, he thought he might just catch up to say a quick hello and, taking note of Kate, and not wanting to take away from their evening, do just that. As he did, the brawl had erupted and he certainly wasn’t going to waste any time in assisting. He then kindly added for “Jillian’s” benefit that he had just joined Universal, but that Bryce had been quite welcoming.

The lies of spies. For once, Bryce was the only one telling the truth.

The three crossed a gridlocked Piccadilly and entered the famed hotel. Handing over their coats and Kate’s hat to the cloak room, they settled in and North insisted on buying the first round but allowing the lady to choose. Kate nodded her approval and ordered all three a snifter of the Springbank twenty-five neat. 003 offered to split the charge but North waved a hand adding that he knew what he was getting into. They agreed that the first round in the New Year would be Bryce’s treat though.

As the bells and whistles went off, all three had toasted with Kate drinking down her entire snifter. Both men, not wishing to be out done, followed suit. Bryce smiled as they finished while gesturing to the bartender.

“No worries for the New Year then.”

[terminus]

How did I miss this being posted, Bryce?

Harry - I fully intend to get to your story soon. It's just a matter of printing them off and settling down.

[Bryce (003)]

It was just posted last night. You're not late, you just woke up to a belated Christmas greeting.

[Joyce Carrington]

And what a lovely greeting it was.

I do so love your style, Bryce. You manage to create an atmosphere that screams 'fun' every single time.

[Bryce (003)]

Thank you luv.

For those of you that aren't aware, I always run any bits of Joyce past her creator either via email or with a phone call.

We spoke for over an hour this week. First, I got approval and second, she loves it when I write Joyce and she's pissed off.

I've had similar conversations with Gala.

I write my tales to be entertaining and fun. Granted, it may not be everyone's cup 'O Tea, but I do have the great liberty of having created my own literary universe. I thought for years about writing Bond and I salute those that do here, but, as I joked somewhere earlier, James Bond - 007 doesn't exist in my world because Bryce couldn't take the competition.

So, do as you will and have fun with your own fiction simply because it's yours.

See you next Christmas for the continuing adventures of John Bryce 003.

No.....Really.

[Harry Fawkes]

What a wonderful piece, Bryce. Thanks a mil for the cameo
(mind you, you git I'll get you back for that sly lie about you know who. I'll have you know I fancy her and the fact that she's your sister makes matters even more 'exciting').

Anyway, I've been waiting for this short for a long time and yes, as was expected, NO WORRIES FOR THE NEW YEAR is 100% a terrific read!!

You've done it again, Mr. Bryce.

Read a Bryce (003) story and you'll be pulled in by your neck into a world of suspense, action and intrigue.

Sexy, a real twister if I've ever read one, and once you start reading the thing you bloody well won't stop - FACT!

Now then, what about another one, Mr. Bryce, eh?

We all know you've got it in you so no excuses.

Perhaps a short story that stands on it's own on the main page please - not here in this thread.

I really am enjoying the John Bryce adventures and you're style of writing is awesome mate I you not.

I really would like to see the characters developed more and have them share something deeper, meaningful and all with that inimitable style of yours.

Well, until I dive back into your wonderful world again, thanks again for such a wonderful short story.

I will be reading it again on Tuesday by the way during my Night Duty back at base, and I'm sure I'll be thinking of Gala Brand and her red satin knickers!

What am I saying - I can't stop thinking of them

Harry Fawkes

[Harry Fawkes]

OO7
CHARM THE DEVIL

And viola, another posted chapter to be reviewed by the mods. Probably will be online sometime tomorrow. Chapter 6 was quite challenging I must say. Challenging because I had to get it right; it had to fuse into the story seamlessly. That's what I set out to do but obviously you gentle readers will be the judges of that.

One more chapter to go and fini. The end. I know this was all about writing a Bond short story and I failed miserably at that but I'm sure you understand that I would have failed even more miserably had I given up and not finished what I started. Mind you, as I said I like where I've been with this one and I like where I'm going to take Bond and Nightingale in the end.

Will you?

We'll just wait and see.

So, as my last words for this pleasant evening I will leave you with this extract from CHAPTER 6 Russian Roulette as a teaser:



‘Surely we have our own men here we can use? What about the Soviet Embassy? Perhaps I should contact Major Breshniet. He’s head of security and I know him quite well...’
‘Again, Minister, in situations such as this one you can’t trust anyone. No. I suggest you let Kohleyan guide you, at least till I get a couple of my own men out there. Trusted men. Considering your protection team are the ones tasked with killing you then we are talking something big, something deep within the heart of the Party itself probably. Who knows Breshniet might be part of it too.’
‘Of course, of course. Very well, General. I will call Kohleyan now and see what he advises. ’
Klebanov cut off then and asked the operator to put him through to the telephone number Bond had given him. Whilst he was waiting, Klebanov seemed to have aged by the minute. He was thinking of the men assigned to protect him. Shelakov, Leshtat, Gorgi and the others. They’d all been hand-picked by his head of security back in Moscow from the KGB’s finest, which could only mean his head of security was in on the plot too!


Again Bond had filled his lungs with smoke, a soothing thick smoke that always seemed to fill up that blasted dark living emptiness within him gratifyingly. Standing there at the window, he had thought about England. About Moneypenny. About New Year’s Day at his Aunt’s cottage in Kent, if all went well of course and he came out of this blasted mess alive. Would he be alone there or would Moneypenny change her mind and come down for one last pitch at what they had shared back at his own flat last September?
He quickly turned his thoughts towards how it was going to be killing Ilya Klebanov when the time finally came. What a way to end the year. With another cold blooded kill to his name. What a life!
Bond had cussed quietly and thought back to Corrine and the way they had made love that very afternoon. So passionate, so hard, so involving, and they had only just met...
Would he ever see her again?


‘Put me through to the General now you insolent imbecile before I issue documents for your indeterminate incarceration at Voshkaloya! This is a matter of absolute urgency and state importance and don’t you dare forget who it is you are speaking to! Do I make myself clear?’
There was another silence at the other end and Klebanov swore violently.
‘I SAID DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?’
‘Yes, yes, Comrade Minister. I am sorry. Please forgive me, I forgot my place. I will patch you through right away, sir.’
Klebanov exhaled through clenched teeth and glanced down at his Rolex.
0315.
There was another pause that lasted an additional few moments, then a voice came on, ruffled, and Klebanov imagined that General Orlov Gogoylin had just been woken up by his call.
‘Who the blasted hell is this?’ he yelled.

Saint Cheval sucked in air through clenched teeth.
‘My God, James, but the lies never end, do they?’
‘Not really, Jaques, not in this kind of war they don’t.’
Jaques Saint Cheval sighed heavily.
‘And this is the brand new world we fought for, James, side by side?’ he said and there was a sharp weariness in his old voice.
Bond nodded.
‘Believe me, old friend, it’s damn well better than the alternative.’
Jaques Saint Cheval looked at him then.
‘I hope so, mon ami,’ he said. ‘I bloody well hope so.’

OO7
CHARM THE DEVIL

[Bryce (003)]

What a wonderful piece, Bryce. Thanks a mil for the cameo
(mind you, you git I'll get you back for that sly lie about you know who. I'll have you know I fancy her and the fact that she's your sister makes matters even more 'exciting').

Anyway, I've been waiting for this short for a long time and yes, as was expected, NO WORRIES FOR THE NEW YEAR is 100% a terrific read!!

You've done it again, Mr. Bryce.

Read a Bryce (003) story and you'll be pulled in by your neck into a world of suspense, action and intrigue.

Sexy, a real twister if I've ever read one, and once you start reading the thing you bloody well won't stop - FACT!

Now then, what about another one, Mr. Bryce, eh?

We all know you've got it in you so no excuses.

Perhaps a short story that stands on it's own on the main page please - not here in this thread.

I really am enjoying the John Bryce adventures and you're style of writing is awesome mate I you not.

I really would like to see the characters developed more and have them share something deeper, meaningful and all with that inimitable style of yours.

Well, until I dive back into your wonderful world again, thanks again for such a wonderful short story.

I will be reading it again on Tuesday by the way during my Night Duty back at base, and I'm sure I'll be thinking of Gala Brand and her red satin knickers!

What am I saying - I can't stop thinking of them

Harry Fawkes

Cheers Harry and thank you kindly (I'll get that money wired to your Swiss account for the positive PR)

Yeah, everyone is in love with Kate/"Jillian" at this point. There's a back-story for her that I've thought over and have notes on. Speaking as Bryce, he'd give you his OK, but warn you that you'd be on your own and that it's all her call. You could end up settled in nice house with half a dozen kids or wake up in a five star hotel suite after the night of your life and never hear from her again.

She's got a way about her. She's a Scot and a Bryce. Take it into account.

As to Gala's "attire"....Well...Pick out a pair you like from the Victoria's Secret website and put that in your mind's eye.

I spoke to Fenna earlier this week about my bits with Joyce and she loved that inspection drill with Gala. Next time you see a female Navy officer, I know your mind will be reeling from now on. LOL!

Now, as to your own work with CTD - Damn! Old Ian would be proud. It's the style but also the flavor of the era and you've got Bond down pat from then. Not easy to do, but damn well done. Double cheers on that.

Carry on good sir and, as ever, when our paths do cross, it's going to be one Hell of a tab at whatever pub we end up in. You may want to put in for some leave to recover or we'll both be carted off to Shrublands (I'll smuggle in the booze, you take care of the smokes).

Best, 003

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[Harry Fawkes]

What a wonderful piece, Bryce. Thanks a mil for the cameo
(mind you, you git I'll get you back for that sly lie about you know who. I'll have you know I fancy her and the fact that she's your sister makes matters even more 'exciting').

Anyway, I've been waiting for this short for a long time and yes, as was expected, NO WORRIES FOR THE NEW YEAR is 100% a terrific read!!

You've done it again, Mr. Bryce.

Read a Bryce (003) story and you'll be pulled in by your neck into a world of suspense, action and intrigue.

Sexy, a real twister if I've ever read one, and once you start reading the thing you bloody well won't stop - FACT!

Now then, what about another one, Mr. Bryce, eh?

We all know you've got it in you so no excuses.

Perhaps a short story that stands on it's own on the main page please - not here in this thread.

I really am enjoying the John Bryce adventures and you're style of writing is awesome mate I you not.

I really would like to see the characters developed more and have them share something deeper, meaningful and all with that inimitable style of yours.

Well, until I dive back into your wonderful world again, thanks again for such a wonderful short story.

I will be reading it again on Tuesday by the way during my Night Duty back at base, and I'm sure I'll be thinking of Gala Brand and her red satin knickers!

What am I saying - I can't stop thinking of them

Harry Fawkes

Cheers Harry and thank you kindly (I'll get that money wired to your Swiss account for the positive PR)

Yeah, everyone is in love with Kate/"Jillian" at this point. There's a back-story for her that I've thought over and have notes on. Speaking as Bryce, he'd give you his OK, but warn you that you'd be on your own and that it's all her call. You could end up settled in nice house with half a dozen kids or wake up in a five star hotel suite after the night of your life and never hear from her again.

She's got a way about her. She's a Scot and a Bryce. Take it into account.

As to Gala's "attire"....Well...Pick out a pair you like from the Victoria's Secret website and put that in your mind's eye.

I spoke to Fenna earlier this week about my bits with Joyce and she loved that inspection drill with Gala. Next time you see a female Navy officer, I know your mind will be reeling from now on. LOL!

Now, as to your own work with CTD - Damn! Old Ian would be proud. It's the style but also the flavor of the era and you've got Bond down pat from then. Not easy to do, but damn well done. Double cheers on that.

Carry on good sir and, as ever, when our paths do cross, it's going to be one Hell of a tab at whatever pub we end up in. You may want to put in for some leave to recover or we'll both be carted off to Shrublands (I'll smuggle in the booze, you take care of the smokes).

Best, 003

Bellisima without a doubt! Roll on the next Bryce story....PLEASE!

[Bryce (003)]

Cheers.

The best is yet to come.

[Harry Fawkes]

‘Nightingale, double O seven, is MI6’s most secret agent within the Russian GRU and now, after eleven years interim as a double for us, the poor girl wants out.’
Bond couldn’t help raising an eyebrow at that.
‘Girl, sir?’ he asked.
‘Yelena Rishkov. And with that, Bond, I’m authorising a special assignment to bring her in from the cold.’
Bond’s heart ascended again and a touch of colour came back to his face as M tossed the thick file lying on his desk across to him.

1950.

On the eve of a historic secret peace talks between the United States and North Korea, British Intelligence plans an audacious strike at the very foundations of the Soviet Union; an audacious strike that could end up turning the Cold War into a sweltering cauldron.

The plan is to assassinate Russia's top envoy to the talks, and the man chosen for the task is none other than James Bond, British Secret Agent OO7, licenced to kill.

‘Minister Klebanov has a penchant for the finer things in life, James, so don’t be fooled by the Marxist-Stalinist morals they all ramble on about to the rest of the world from behind the curtain. Anyway, from what I’ve learned so far from one of my most trusted contacts in the SDECE, the bastard is into all of it. Fast cars, gambling, drink, beautiful under-aged girls, and most of all money and power.’
‘How many are in his protection team?’
‘Six.’
Bond drew in a deep lungful of smoke and when he exhaled, looked out the window...

FROM HIS STUNNING SUCCESS
IN
NOBODY CHEATS DEATH, TROUBLESHOOTER, THE MOMENT BEFORE YOU DIE & MIDASGOLD,

IAN FLEMING'S
JAMES BOND
IS
BACK
IN HIS DEADLIEST ASSIGNMENT EVER

CHARM THE DEVIL

[chrisno1]

I'm confused, Harry, is this piece climaxed yet?
Rather long for a short story. As you I know I tend to read all at once and after the excellent opening two chapters, I left CTD to wait for it's conclusion, yet it seems much longer than anticpated...
Can you give me any clue and then I'll start to re-read it.
Chris

[Harry Fawkes]

I'm confused, Harry, is this piece climaxed yet?
Rather long for a short story. As you I know I tend to read all at once and after the excellent opening two chapters, I left CTD to wait for it's conclusion, yet it seems much longer than anticpated...
Can you give me any clue and then I'll start to re-read it.
Chris

Hi Chris. The final Chapter will be posted sometime this week. Yeah, I know. What started out as a short story turned into a short novel of sorts, but I'm fine with that (I apologise to all though for failing in that miserably).

I didn't want to leave it you see.

Anyway, as I said Chapter 7, the climax to it all, is in the works and will be posted very soon. It has a nice, twist for an ending if I can say so for myself

Roger

[Bryce (003)]

Waiting for the balance my friend. Not tapping my foot with arms crossed mind you. Like good wine, all things take time.

Besides, you're a busy man.

Cheers mate.

[Harry Fawkes]

I don't think this should be buried in the pages. Too good a read if you ask me!

Harry Fawkes

EDIT: Very kind of you mate, but it didn't need to go up twice.

Cheers - 003

[Harry Fawkes]

Well, I'll be damned. Just received phone call. Won't be on this site for a while now. Things are becoming a bit hotter than expected in a place not far from where I am at the moment and we're in for some rough .

Hope it won't last more than a couple of weeks mind. Bolts from the blue are the worst things in my line you see and when you least expect it, you find yourself out in the dark.

Anyone interested, I will be posting the last chapter of Charm the Devil as soon as I get back.

Take care all.

Roger

[Bryce (003)]

Go get 'em Harry...and give my "regards". Cheers.

[MkB]

Well, I'll be damned. Just received phone call. Won't be on this site for a while now. Things are becoming a bit hotter than expected in a place not far from where I am at the moment and we're in for some rough .

Hope it won't last more than a couple of weeks mind. Bolts from the blue are the worst things in my line you see and when you least expect it, you find yourself out in the dark.

Anyone interested, I will be posting the last chapter of Charm the Devil as soon as I get back.

Take care all.

Roger

Indeed, I thought about you when I received the news yesterday... Take care, and hope to see you around very soon.

[Bryce (003)]

Well, after some thought and a conversation with Fenna, my next tidbit to offer may just focus on Kate.

Haven't worked up a title yet, but now that she's been introduced, I thought it might just be some fun.

A little background, a bad day and some swift justice.

Remember: She's not a spy...She's just related to one.

She's not violent...But she's good at it when she has to be.

Don't mess with Kate....She doesn't like it.

[Bryce (003)]

Then you'll love Kate.

Get ready all...

Katherine Bryce aka "Jillian Peters" is going to have...

THE BEST OF DAYS

Coming soon.

[Harry Fawkes]

Then you'll love Kate.

Get ready all...

Katherine Bryce aka "Jillian Peters" is going to have...

THE BEST OF DAYS

Coming soon.

Now you're talking my dear friend. Something cool to look forward to. Nice! Gratuitous sex, violence, wonderful humor and heart stopping action by Bryce003!

What more can a guy ask for in these times of tension.

Great. Can't wait friend.

Harry

[Harry Fawkes]

Just shooting in and out guys.

Hope all are well. I'm fine myself, just a bit worked out that's all. Mind you things are escalating by the minute you know where so I won't be able to pop in as often as I want to.

Oh, well.

This place is something to look forward to so that keeps me going some. Good to see Bryce is pumping up a new story by the way.

Got to go before the big bad wolf traces this location.

Take care all and read you soon.

Harry Fawkes

[Bryce (003)]

Nice to hear from you Harry.

Give that "Big Bad Wolf" my best....Right between the eyes.

I'll have Kate's bit up before the end of the week.

Do take care my fine chap.

Cheers,

- 003

[Bryce (003)]

Well, first draft of TBOD is done. Joyce - you may be getting a call for some feedback. Both you and Gala are mentioned.

It ran long - as usual - but Kate/Jillian is in fine form. It's been fun though. Kind of like my own version of the "Moneypenny Diaries".

Imagine if you were the sister of a Double-O with a false identity and living a secret life but yet as skilled as a spy without being one.

All but a spy but not being in the employ of an intelligence agency.

Yeah, Kate is a piece of work and a handfull.

[Harry Fawkes]

Hiya all. Hope you guys are well. Just popped in to say that I'll be back on site in the coming days and will get back to finishing CTD soonest. Probably start writing the final chapter on Thursday if I survive the piss up on Wednesday!!!!!!!!

Missed you all

Harry Fawkes

COO7MING SOO7N

NOTHING TO CHANCE

[MkB]

Missed you all

Hey! I thought you never missed!
Take care, boy. Hope to read you soon!

[Harry Fawkes]

WEDNESDAY 1 JUNE

HARRY FAWKES IS BACK TO BORE THE HELL OUT OF YOU WITH

NOTHING TO CHANCE

007

[volante]

WEDNESDAY 1 JUNE

HARRY FAWKES IS BACK TO BORE THE HELL OUT OF YOU WITH

NOTHING TO CHANCE

007

About time too. Deaver needs a run for his money

[chrisno1]

WEDNESDAY 1 JUNE

HARRY FAWKES IS BACK TO BORE THE HELL OUT OF YOU WITH

NOTHING TO CHANCE

007

Ahh great news....
but what ever happened to Chapter 7 of Charm the Devil? the one I've been waiting for so I can review it? Did you decide not to conclude CTD, Harry? What's the story?
Not to be pushy, but please enlighten me....