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SPIES and LIES

an ALL-NEW James Bond Short Story Collection
collected by C H A S E - M I C H A E L

STORIES By Collector:

FREQUENT FIRE
SEMPER FI
LIES
SPIES
DEATH: BODIES INCLUDED
AVALANCHE

Edited by Greene Planet, 31 March 2009 - 10:38 PM.

[Greene Planet]

This is a piece putting Bond at the Fall Of Saigon...


FREQUENT FIRE



He fired his pistol as the Vietnamese family climbed onto the helicopter. James Bond fired three times more at some Bonzai attackers, laced with debris from trees, grass, and sticks.
“Get on now!” Bond screamed over the helicopters propellers.
The family did so as another group came forward.
Bond fired again.
“Get the hell on, now!!!”

Bond suddenly awoke in his bed back in London. Sweat rolled down his chest and face as sat up. He slowly rubbed his drowsy eyes, “what time is it?” Bond murmured to himself. He turned to his clock:
03:00am.
Soon he would have to get up, three hours from now. This was the first time since he got back from Saigon that he’d had a flashback.
That notion made him think of the first time he was transferred to a North Vietnamese military base with some other SAS men.

“C’mon, c’mon, let’s go, go!” Lt. Colonel Brae said as he took one last drag on his cigar before he threw it at a prisoner. The prisoner reacted strange, he seemed to be used to it.
“Get your weapons ready. Lock’n load!”
Bond walked over to the weapon table. Most of the guns were American, M-16s, and older Thompson machine guns, along with M11 Pistols.
Bond grabbed an M-16 and a pistol. He swiftly loaded the weapon and headed over the briefing.
“As you heard, the Americans are surrounded in Saigon,” said General Varsity.
“They need our help evacuating the villagers. We are to provide cover for the helicopters flying them out. Lt. Colonel Miller and Commander Bond will be leading this operation. Are there any questions?”
The men all ran over to the helicopters. Bond and Miller quickly greeted each other and jumped into the choppers.
The helicopter consisted of two American Pilots and two gunners on the side. Bond smacked his neck to kill the mosquitoes eating his flesh.

The helicopters landed thirty minutes later under heavy fire. Bond and Miller quickly jumped off and fired their weapons at the machine gun nests 20 meters away.

Tears ran down Bond’s cheeks as he stood up from his bedside. He rubbed his eyes again hoping the pain would go away, but it was useless.
James Bond showered and dressed himself.
He started his Bentley car and held himself to stop shaking, fearing that he would die in a massacre in Vietnam. But the war was over long ago…


End

Edited by Greene Planet, 29 March 2009 - 03:55 AM.

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SEMPER FI




Makin Atoll, South Pacific
August 17th, 1942


Private Miller held his breath as Colonel Hiro Abe blew smoke into his face. The colonel muttered something under his breath briefly and then stood up.
“You are strong,” Abe said, trying to get the English language right.
Miller used what was left of his energy to look up at the bastard. When Miller joined the Marines, he’d never thought of being a prisoner of war. What the ****, he thought.
Colonel Abe turned towards Private Dyle; he knelt down, eye level. Dyle’s chin was lifted up by the colonel’s hand, “I ain’t telling you, a ****ing thing!”
But then, Dyle did something that Miller would ever even think of doing in his lifetime. He spat in the colonel’s face.
Casually, the colonel wiped it off his cheek, then he took a long drag on his cigarette, and then he glanced down at the beaten Private Dyle. And then back at the cigarette, that made Miller’s eyes widen.
****.
Hiro Abe crushed the cigarette into Dyle’s bleeding face. He screamed in agony. Miller could stand this; he looked away as the colonel’s partner slit Dyle’s throat.
The partner walked over to Miller and grabbed his neck.
There was a commotion in the background, as the partner began to turn, he screamed and fell over to reveal a figure in military uniform.
“Miller, thank god. You’re ok,” said newly promoted Captain James Bond of the SAS.
Miller briefly looked down at the bastard who’d attempted to kill him, and then back at Bond, “just in time.”
“Indeed.”
Bond reached into his camo jacket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes and handed one to Miller.
Why did they send a Brit? Miller thought.

Bond led Miller outside of the hut and onto the beachhead.
“Grab a rifle, we might be ambushed on the way out of here…”


End