Well, ok, here's an update: First and foremost I'm obviously taking my time with this one, as I've already said before of course. I like the way it's going and envision that it will soon be published exclusively on this site. Now remember this is my very last Fan-Fiction Bond novel and so I'm going to make sure it'll be something that can stand up to Carte Blanche and the other Bond novels. Yep, that's a promise. This is the big one in my book and I'm not taking any chances by posting before I am one hundred percent sure that Bond fans who take the time to read it won't feel disappointed.
So in short, still a couple of chapters left to deal with and then over to you lot for judgment day.
Having said that, it's full circle for Harry Fawkes' James Bond in that I will leave no loose ends. It'll be the absolute conclusion to my 'series'.
So untill then, here's a little teaser:...Bond turned sharply and saw a man dressed in black lean out of the main cabin with what looked like a sub-machine gun.‘Get down!’ he called out and threw himself onto Practoz as a hail of bullets pounded violently into the wall and glass just inches away from them. Bond was now on top of Practoz on the floor, half way inside the large living room, bits and pieces of glass and wood flying all over the place.‘What the hell is going on?’ Practoz screamed above the deafening blast of thrashing rotor blades as the helicopter hovered further on. Bond looked back and saw four abseiling ropes being thrown out from either side of the Augusta, and then four men in dark blue Kevlar cover-all suits and black balaclavas climb out onto the skids, armed to the teeth. Seconds later they were abseiling down into the garden.Bond swore. He had no weapon except for the bloody knife!He quickly got up and helped Practoz stand.‘Friends of yours?’ he hissed. ‘Come on, move!’
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