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This is the James Bond RPG thread, I want IC only posts in here. OOC goes into this thead here: http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=447635&page=1&pp=15

Here is the posts from the first one in order.

Ernst Stavro Blofeld was a patient man, always willing to wait many years despite numerous disappointments in the past at the hands of a certain James Bond, for his opportunity to strike again with newfound force. Such was the nature of his Spectre Organization, no matter what happened the internal security protocols insured that the organization would endure beyond any failed schemes. He had used his men for petty assassinations and other government oriented tasks so that he could increase the notoriety of his organization and also to lure in new members if they could pass the stringent entrance requirements. But that time was over now, and his latest scheme to hold the world at ransom was finally beginning to be realized.

He had assigned No 3 to be the top man for this mission as he could trust no one else to handle such a delicate task. The mission was quite simple, if handled efficiently. For years he had been working on finding the right man to surgically alter and train so that he could access the French biological weapons laboratories to obtain the extremely potent viral strain known only as Substance S. He knew that it was incurable, that it caused a double strike within it's victims, and that it was extremely resilient in all types of weather and living conditions. It would lie dormant in it's host for 3 days then suddenly it would unleash a mutated smallpox virus that had been genetically altered to ensure a 70% mortality rate in it's victims, but that was not all. The virus also contained the HIV virus that weakened the immune systems of it's victims, thereby resulting in the death of any survivors of the smallpox infection due to lack of immune response. It was the perfect invention and once acquired he would hold the world hostage with it because he had the means to produce it on a massive scale in the biological labs he had created expressly for this purpose. All this depended on the success of the infiltration in Paris, which was being handled very nicely by No 3... nothing could go wrong this time, but just in case, Blofeld felt it necessary to purchase some insurance should his nemesis 007 get in the way.

He had heard of a legendary assassin with a golden gun named Franscisco Scaramanga. While he was expensive at 1 million USD, it was a trivial amount compared to the billions Spectre would soon make when they held the world at ransom. Nothing could stop his organization this time, and Mr Scaramanga would ensure that 007 was taken care of. He immediately called up Mr. Scaramanga from his encrypted sattelite video-link and sat down in his chair with his white Persian cat held in his arms and prepared to barter for the head of Mr Bond....

Alec walked to the front of a building. He had fled russia a little over 2 years ago, and was hoping to rebuild Janus in Singapore. He grabbed his luggage and walked through the revolving door into the lobby of the huge condominiun.

He took the elevator and unlocked room number 1412. He looked around. Their was a massive living/kitchen area, with a 18 foot glass ceiling that angled up, with white metal beams. Their was a island for eating at, 2 leather couches with a flat screen tv, and a Labtop.

He turned on the TV. almost every channel was in a different language, and he turned it off. He turned on the labtop and connected to an international security system, and entered a password. The screen lit up with info on almost everyone. He typed in James Bond, and info came up, residence, phone number, and personal info.

Just then there was a knock at the door, and he quickly ran over and opened it. A fat, short, asian man handed over a large, bulky box, and said something in chinese. Alec responded by telling the man to 'Go away you fat fuck'.

He opened the box, within it was 2 USP handguns, with 20 extra clips, and a FN-SCAR assualt rifle, with 6 extra magazines. He examined the Gun, then put it back in the box. It was beginning to rain, and he began to prepare for bed.
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Alec woke up, made himself some breakfast, and returned to the labtop. A Video messanger popped up, and he began to speak with a Janus henchman in columbia.

He then turned his attention to somthing else, and began to attempt to contact The Spectre organization. He wanted to make it firm, that Janus was still the most powerful terrorist organzation in the World, and willing to work with them to bring the downfall of 007.

As this played through his head, 006 laughed, amused. Within minutes Janus could strike anywere in the world, and with expertise also. At this he began to think about 007's downfall.
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M had just received reports of increased activity within the Spectre organization that had been plaguing MI6 for many years. Such an spike in activity could only mean one thing, they were planning something big and MI6 needed to get to the bottom of it as soon as possible. There would only be one man experienced enough for such a arduous task as infiltrating the Spectre organization... 007. She called him into the room.


A loud screech is heard down the loud hall in a parking garage. An Astro Martin flies down the corridor, with two cars following quickly behind. Goons fire machine guns out of the windows, hitting the Martin in the back, shattering the window.

Bond dives down as he drives, and takes another sharp turn around the bend. Bond shows a face of agression as he hits the gas, and notes a metal flex gate closing in front of him. He hits a button on the dash, which causes his headlights to open up, and reveal two rocket launchers. He fires, and it hits the now shut gate. It blows a hole into it, barely wide enough for the car to fit through. He then presses another button which dumps a nice concoption of oil onto the ground behind him. His car zooms into the hole, scraping up the sides of the car, as the pursuing cars slide out of control and run into the metal grate. The goons in the car fly out of the car and get impacted into the grate with the cars. They spontaneously explode on contact, probably from the rocket launcher ammunition they used to shoot at him earlier.

"Safety first, lads." Bond says in a more calmed fashion. He then drives towards the exit. As he pulls out of the garage, he notes how everything outside was a pure white. Then his car fades away, leaving a mock-up of a Astron Martin interior around, and the outside turns into an inside of a building.

"Bond, I swear, you always find a way to get out of an impossible situation! That grate was supposed to stop you!"

Bond climbs out of the mockup. He accidently bumps against the turn-signal and breaks it off.

"Bond, can you for once not break my equipment?" Q says in disgust.

"Only if it doesn't get in the way of getting the job done," Bond replies in his regular tone. He walks towards the exit, where he could see Moneypenny standing there.

"Moneypenny..." Bond says with a smile.

"James," she replies, "Even though you can make any woman's heart throb, now is not the time. M wants you in her office."

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Bond arrives in M's office with the usual suave look and charm that he carried no matter what situation he might be in.

"007, I have an important job for you to take care of. It appears your old friends in the "Spectre" organization..."

"Spectre? I thought they were taken care of," Bond replies in surprise.

"I know, 007, but we need you to take care of this. They have been tracked to Paris and we don't know what they're doing there. I want you to find out what it is they're planning and to stop whatever it before it gets off the ground. I need not remind you that it is of the utmost importance that you get moving right away 007, none of your usual lallygagging around looking for the perfect excuse to find a pretty girl to tag along with you... Now get moving, I'm sure Q is already waiting for you in the lab."

"One thing M."

"Yes 007?"

"Do you have any idea on who is leading this?"

"None at the moment," M replies. "But that's your job to find out, and to stop this threat once and for all."
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"If you can't get my money NOW, then I'm going to personally make sure you all suffer a slow an painful death, and I do mean all of you," Cherry told the short little Russian, holding him up high. She knew that there were dozens of rifles pointed at her, but she knew that she was too fast for any of them to even be aimed correctly at her.
"I told you, Cherry, that the job's not done!"
"And I'm telling you I want my payment for that mission NOW. Now cough it up before I get ANGRY."
Cherry was now holding a knife to the short Russian's throat.
"That's not a good idea."
Cherry nicked his throat with it.
"Okay, you can get paid, you royal bitch. But only for that particular mission."
"Thank you," she said, throwing the Russian aside. She heard the man's shoulder break, but she didn't care.
"I expect it on my bed by the time I get back to my hotel. And if it's a bomb or you send an assasin after me, the Spectre organization will no longer exsist, I garuntee it," she told them. None of them disagreed with her; she could do it, too. The russian watched as the red Corvette drove off.
"Make sure the money's at her room. And no tricks, just her money. And call Alec. Tell him I've got a plan to get 007 and have this bitch out of our hair."
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Blofeld had just received word that the mission in France was going very well and that all the preparations were just about finished and everything was on schedule. The man they had surgically altered and trained to take the place of one of the leading scientists on the project was merely in the recovery process at an outpatient center near Normandy awaiting to be cleared by his doctors to resume normal activities. Then the mission to seize the weapon would begin...

"Excellent... soon Spectre will return to it's rightful position as the leading criminal organization on earth! And we'll have the finances to keep functioning at full capacity for 100s of years!"

The thought of finally succeeding at holding the world in his hands after the unfortunate failure of Plan Omega in the past was almost unbearable, but there was still the issue of 007. He was the only man that Blofeld had any concern might ruin his plan this time. But this time he had the advantage of being assumed dead. 007 would have no idea that he was really alive since he had assumed him dead by his own hands in the past thanks to the unfortunate passing of one of his body doubles... He always lauded his ability to avoid death, so few managed to do it these days... It was then that he got a video call from Alex Trevelyan

"Yes, and what do you want Alex? I assume this has something to do with 007 I imagine?"

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After handling the issue of Alex, Blofeld went up to prepare his speech to the world after he had seized the bioweapon and produced enough of it in his lab to hold the world ransom indefinately...
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Scaramanga was in position, he had chosen this carefully concealed hiding place afte rhours of searching the area for just the right spot. He crouched carefully. remaining silent waiting for his most recent quarry to appear, with the care and quickness assosciated with much experience, he pulled three simple items from his pocket, a gold lighter, a gold cigarette case and a gold pen and efficiently assembled them into a golden gun, loading a single, gold cored silver jacketed colt .45 dum-dum bullet into the single action, he prepared his shot. Within minutes of being in position with his signature weapon ready, his target appeared, the owner of a large technology firm whose supposedly loyal CFO was more than a little interested in taking his spot. With a bang a bullet hole appeared, perfectly framed by the targets eyes and the Man with the Golden Gun was nowhere to be seen.

Flying back to his secret island base in his flying AMC Matador car, Scaramanga recieves a message from his (mostly) loyal servant Nick-Nack.

"Good day Messieur Scaramanga, you have a call from one 'Mr. Blofeld' he his willing to pay the full price for a very...interesting hit."

"Who is it?"

"It is the legendary 007 James Bond, secret agent of MI-6"

"well tell him I accept."

"I already took that liberty messieur Scaramanga, I asked him to call back with the details, he should be o the line when you arrive."

"Thank you Nick-Nack, this is indeed an interesting hit."

hanging up he began plotting, this hit was one he had been waiting for for a long time, the one man as skilled as he was in the assassination business, the two titans would finally meet in an end all gun match, may the best man win.
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Blofeld was pleased at the prompt acceptance of his proposal by Scaramanga. Now he was less worried about 007.
"Mr. Scaramanga, as you no doubt know I have an important mission for you, to eliminate 007 since he will no doubt be attempting to interfere with my organization over the next few days. I do not care how you kill him or even if you do, I simply do not want him to interfere with what I have planned in Paris in the coming days. My men are preparing a mission in Paris that requires the utmost secrecy to succeed, any interference by 007 will most certainly ruin my plans there. You will find my lead man No. 3 waiting for your arrival outside the Eiffel Tower... he will advise you further on the mission. Just make sure that 007 is taken care of and you will get payed, perhaps even more than your fee if I feel that everything goes extraordinarily well. That is all."

With that Blofeld cut off the video link. Everything was going exactly as he had planned it, now he had some reliable assistance to take care of Bond while his men acquired the virus. As he stroked his cat he poured himself a glass of champagne to celebrate, everything was perfect...
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Bond walks back into Q's labratory in the bottom floors of MI6, and sees Q standing there, with his arms crossed. "For once, 007, can you please bring my equipment back in one piece?"

Bond nods his head no. "Whatever gets the job done Q. World security versus taxpayers money, I think the former would be more important."

Q sighs, and signals Bond to follow him. He walks up to a bench with his trusty pistol lying there. Bond leans over to reach it. "Ah ah..." says Q. Let me demonstrate." He picks up the gun. "This looks like your standard Walther PPK, seven round clip, but this time it has been modified. Take a look." He shows a small red button on the side of the gun, then picks it up.

He puts on some blast goggles, and walks up to the weapons testing range. "Fire!" he yells. The gun makes a loud firing sound as it completely perforates the dummy.

"Seven round burst?" Bond says with interest.

"Indeed," Q replies. Press this button, and it will switch between your normal semi-auto shot to a seven round burst, and after firing it automatically switches back. It should help you in those tough situations."

"Very good," Bond says with interest, "Anything else to show me Q?"

"Yes, quite a few things, including this little gadget." He walks over to the climbing wall, and grabs what looks like a small grappling hook. It has a chain attached to a belt with what appeared to be a small winch. "This, is your climbing apparatus. The belt goes around your waist, as so," he says as he attaches the belt to a dummy. "Now, we take your gun, and we stick the grappling hook into the barrel."

He pulls out the clip, and empties the chamber with a button which seemed to be to make sure no bullets were sitting behind the hook. He puts the grappling hook in, and takes aim at the top of the wall. "This hook should be able to wrap around most objects, and penetrate others, if you cannot find a suitable grappling surface. Now watch."

He yells out fire, and shoots the hook into the wall above. "Now, there is a button on your winch, and a small lever. The lever controls the speed, and the button activates or deactivates the winch."

He presses the button, and the dummy starts to move towards the wall. "How fast does this thing go?" Bond asks, as he presses the lever fully forward on the winch while standing beside it. Then the dummy takes off really fast, bounces off the wall as it climbs up, and slams hard against the wall as it hits the top. The winch then snaps, and the dummy falls down and hits the ground, making stuffing fly everywhere. Bond shakes his head.

"Bond!!! I swear, you are impossible...at least we have a spare, and I'm making sure it's slowed down!"

Bond walks over to another table, with a briefcase. "This," Q starts, as he regains his composure, "contains all of your equipment. It has a terminal hacker where our team can hack any computer just by having it within five meters of the terminal, a few of your beloved explosive pens, with the same detonation sequence as before, remote mine, key copying device, a few extra clips of ammunition, and a self-destruct device if anyone other than yourself tries to open it."

"What about my car?" Bond asks.

"The car..." Q starts, while cringing. "You better bring it back this time."

"I did back in Iceland." Bond reminds Q.

"Yes, though worse for wear..." He clears his throat. Anyways, your car is the latest model Astro Martin DB7, equipped with radar, missile launchers in the headlights, machine guns folded inside the hood, oil slicks and spikes in the rear, bulletproof glass, a generous amount of armour, a brand new explosive mine dropper for those pesky pursuing goons, and a few new ones you may like."

He points to the wheels. "If you run out of room, or are about to hit a wall, if you press the activation key, you can activate the thrusters under the chassis, and literally jump rooftops, though there is a limited amount of fuel on board for this."

Bond grins. He could think about jumping a car about to run into him head on. Or just to impress the various women he'll pick up in his travels.

"There is also a small bar with various drinks including your prefered drink installed, which would be normally unacceptable, but this bar also has a sleeping agent and or truth serum you can mix with the drink for interrogating anyone you may come across."

Bond nods, with a small grin. "One last thing," Q finishes, "The car also has the invisibility device that you should be familiar with in your last mission. It may come in handy."

"For those moments with Moneypenny?" Bond asks.

"Oh Bond...grow up!"

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The jetliner touches down in Charles DuGalle International Airport at 10:25AM Paris time. He looks at his watch. Q told him it has everything from mine detonators, laser cutters, to telling time and radar. A rather attractive woman beside him that he's noticed looking at him for the entire flight with interest, gets the courage to speak up.

"What's your name?" she asks.

"The name is Bond, James Bond," he says in his usual tone. "What's your name?"
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One of Blofeld's many bodyguards entered the room,

"Sir there is a Mr. Goldeneye here to see you, he says he is interested in a job."

"Goldeneye? Never heard of him, send him away... and make sure you erase his memory of this place, I don't want just anyone knowing where our HQ is..."

"He said you might say that sir, and he told me to tell you that he might know a way to ensure that Mr Bond does not trouble your organization any further..."

"Another man looking for a piece of the Bond action? Well with such a sensitive mission as Delta Plan one can never be too certain about ensuring it's success. Send him in at once."
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Bond walks off the plane into the terminal, with the woman walking with him.

"So where do you live?" she asks.

"London," Bond replies. He knows that London is big enough, that he could be general without giving much away.

"I'm from Manchester, myself."

"Same country..." he says with interest.

"So where are you heading?" she asks.

"I'm picking up my car at the airport, and I'm going to do some sightseeing. I'm going to start with the Eiffel Tower."

"I've always wanted to see that building in person," she says with a smile.

"Want to go with me?" Bond asks. She grins.

"Sure."

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They walk out to the parking lot, where his backup car is waiting (as his main car is still being shipped) but is still one of his fancy Astro Martin's.

"Nice car," she says, as Bond hits the unlock button on his car. He didn't want to see the dame get cut down by the flamethrower anti-theft device. They get into the car, and he pulls out of the garage. As he drives down, he notices a car following behind him. He thought it might be another driver just coming out of the garage, but after he leaves the garage, he could see the car still following him. When he arrives at the Eiffel Tower, the car pulls away.

"I wonder who that was..." Bond says in general.

"Who was?" she asks.

"Probably nothing," Bond replies, but acutely aware that something was going on. They walks towards the Eiffel Tower, and walk onto the elevator to get onto the sky deck. When they reach the top, they walk to the railing.

"What a beautiful view!" she says.

Bond grabs his binoculars, and look towards the ground. He then notices someone somehow familiar. Who it was he couldn't tell, but he could see the one person talking to some other person who seemed familiar. He could feel something bad was going to happen, but he couldn't put his finger on it. Yet.

Then he figured it out. "Mr Scaramanga?" he says quietly.

"What?" his companion says.

"Nothing, I just recognise a familiar face down there." he said. "I'd hate to say it, but I think you should go somewhere else for the time being. Here's my number." he hands her a card with his number on it. The number is his specially secured cell phone, as any other phone could give him away.

"Why?" she asks in surprise.

"With my luck, you'll find out at some point. Now go, before something happens." he says urgingly.

"It was nice to meet you, James," she says, as she walks to the elevator. Bond looks down more to try to identify the other person standing there. He takes his binoculars, and flips a switch. His view then fills with some random data, trying to identify any possible threats. He looked down at the two people below. Scaramanga walks off towards the elevator, while the other one look around, then up. The binoculars 'paint' a rectangle around the figure, and list a name.

"No. 3..." he says quietly. He grabs his gun, as he knows he is going to need it.
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GoldenEye walks in swiftly, as though he were a machine. He stops in the center of the room. "I have a proposion for you." He says. "I can elimanate Bond for you....for a price it can be done. Observe." He says, turning his head to face a guard, then with his GoldenEye's Induction Field, he picks up the guard, lets him linger in the air for a few moments, then the guard flys out the window at bluring speed. He then turns to face Blofeld.
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Bond sees the elevator opening up behind him, with Mr. Scaramanga pointing his gun straight at him. Bond dives to the side, pulling out his gun as bullets ricochet off of the metal. He fires off his gun at Scaramanga, and he dives down out of the way. Bond knew that Scaramanga would have backup sometime soon, and he had to get out of there...but how?

Then he remembers his grappling hook. He empties the chamber, and sticks in the grappling hook. He then jumps off of the side pushing himself well away from the tower, as Scaramanga shoots a few more rounds at him.

Bond falls downwards towards the ground, then as Bond almost passes the second major cross supports, he aims the gun at the structure, as he releases the tension on the wire. The grappling hook hits the tower, he hits the retraction button, and he swings through the center of the arch, to the horror and curiosity of the crowd below. He then releases the tension so he lands on the deck below. He then puts the clip back in, releases the wire, and runs towards the elevator.
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Scaramanga cursed, he hadn't expected Bond to have so many useful gadgets this early in the hunt, his adversaries preparedness a mark of his ability.

This round to Bond, but if Nick-Nack had done his job of placing the tracker on Bonds car, there would be many rounds to follow until this most exciting hunt was ended. However, when he stepped to the levator to make good his escape, it opened to reveal, in an awful parody of his entrance, Bond himself, gun at the ready, this time it was Scaramanga diving out of the way, but instead of making a daring gadget aided escape, he ran towards a nearby restroom he quickly dashed in, dodging gunshots the whole way he slipped into a stall, standing on the toilet seat he lifted a ceiling panel and climbed up , using a light he created a small gap that would be concealed from the ground by the bright light fixture, using it as his observation point he quickly and expertly reloaded his gun with one of his signature bullets and prepared to fire.
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Blofeld was impressed at the show of this Goldeneye's strength. Such a character would be an invaluable asset to the Spectre Organization, even after Mr Bond was taken care of.

"Well then Goldeneye, I am pleased to see you are a capable assassin indeed. Your unique skills will be a great asset to the Spectre Organization and I assure you that you will be payed off appropriately when your mission is completed. I want you to head to France and meet with my associate No. 3 outside the Louvre. He will no doubt have more information about 007's whereabouts and if you follow him around Mr Bond will no doubt be very close behind. I will make you aware that I have also hired another assassin with an identical mission by the name of Francisco Scaramanga. The two of you might find your collective skills quite.... useful when handling the matter of Mr Bond. Contact me if you require any additional supplies or weapons and I will be happy to ensure there prompt delivery. My men will escort you out and provide you with a plane ticket to Paris. Good day to you Mr Goldeneye."

Blofeld was quite pleased with the response he had gotten towards the prospect of eliminating Mr Bond. Delta Plan was sure to go off without a hitch with these two talented men on his payrole. Such a prospect deserved another glass of champagne, soon Spectre would be the most feared organization on earth!

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Meanwhile in Paris No 3 had managed to escape Mr Bond's attempts at interrupting his meeting. Curse that man... but fortunately he had not been too vocal about Delta Plan, although he may have overheard the name of the rehabilitation clinic where the man they had trained to infiltrate the Biolabs was located... He would have to ensure that he was not disturbed over the next few days, his prompt recovery was paramount to the plan. He went off to settle the arrangments of security at the clinic at once for he knew Mr. Scaramanga would keep Bond busy for a little while at least...

"I would like a assault rifle if I may." Says GoldenEye. " a sniper rifle and some high yeild explosives." He says. "And then I am off."
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"Yes,Blofeld, it is about that." Alec continued. "I believe that a strike somewere in europe could draw James into conflict, were we could finish him once and for all."

"At the moment, Janus is currently working in bosnia, wereas poland is also available, all of them Pawns in my plans. After the Goldenye failure, I do not wish to be defeated again."

At this he shut off the Labtop and walked downstairs, getting into a Mercedes with 2 men in it. It drove down the skyscraper-laden streets of Singapore, and met with a Mr. John Tehcka at a small warehouse on the waterfront. He was to meet and discuss a current exchange with the Bayside Dragons, a local gang.
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Please OOC in this thread:
http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?p=9767134#post9767134

Thanks.

Bond runs into the elevator, and just as the door slides to shut, a loud bang is heard, and a loud metal banging noise from a flying bullet is eminated from the elevator doors. If those doors weren't closing... Bond thinks as the doors shut, and the elevator moves downwards, That could have killed me.

As he runs out of the Eiffel Tower, with police sirens audiable in the distance, Bond notices a car waiting with a suspicious driver. The driver then gets out of his car quickly, and pulls a gun out, and starts shooting at Bond. Bond rolls out of the way, points, and shoots a few rounds into the shooter. He goes down, and Bond carefully, while running ducked down, runs over to the guy. After seeing the car clear, he quickly checks his pockets while bystanders watch in both fascination and fear. Bond's hand feels a book in his hand, and pulls it out.

A passport..., he thought. He keeps checking, and finds his wallet in another pocket. He then runs off, as the police pull into the center square.

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"So..." the woman says. "I heard that there was a gunfight at the Eiffel Tower today."

Bond looks at the woman across the table. Soft French music plays in the background. A waiter walks up. "Excuse moi, monseiur, madam, would you like to have a drink?"

"White wine for me, thanks," says the woman. Bond looks at the waiter. "A martini please. Shaken, not stirred."

"A good choice, monseiur," says the waiter, as he writes down the order, and walks away.

Bond turns back to the woman, "Yes I heard that as well. Apparently someone was killed. One of the shooters, apparently."

The woman is silent for a moment "Is that why you told me to leave?" she asks.

"Yes it was. When I saw a gun on one of the men down there, I knew something was going down."

The waiter returns with the two drinks on a platter. "Here you are, monseiur," the waiter says as the waiter gives Bond the martini, "...And here you are madam" he says as he gives her the wine.

"Merci," says Bond.

The waiter nods, and walks away. The women looks at Bond with an interested look. "You speak French?" she says.

"I speak many languages," Bond says with a grin.

The women then looks serious. "Did you shoot the fellow at the Eiffel Tower?" she says.

Bond looks up with another serious look. "I shouldn't say, and I should also say that you should not get involved with me right now. There are things about me that could get you into danger, and perhaps even killed."

The women's eyes look to the side, and then back. She leans forward. "Are you M16? she whispers.

Bond looks to the side, out the window. He didn't know what to say. If he said yes, he could risk his cover to those who didn't know, or worse a media leak, and having her life in danger, but if he said no, he would have to cut it short without a solid answer, which could be just as risky.

"Well? the woman asks.

Bond leans forward. "Remember the quote 'if I told you, I would have to kill you?'" She nods. If you know too much, you could put me, yourself, and others in danger. If you want, we can get together in London, but other than that, I think we should go our separate ways."

The woman nods, understanding what he meant. They get up. "Thanks for the wonderful evening,"

Bond nods. "I will see you when I get back to London." Bond grins.

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In his hotel room, Bond opens up his suitcase, and takes out the wallet and passport that he had stored inside of it. He opens up the passport, and a card fell out. He looks at it. "Janus...?!!" James says in shock, though quietly. He couldn't believe it. "Who on Earth would start Janus...who is leading Janus?" Bond says quietly. He then opens up the passport, and looks at the first page. It says it is a Bosnian passport. "Bosnia it is," Bond says quietly, as he puts the passport away, and looks at the wallet for anything else of interest.

If I told you, I would have to kill you.
That's all that Cherry needed. The man in the shooting was Bond. She thanked the girl, paid her, and sent her on her way. She was just one of many agents that Cherry employed on her missions. She didn't know her name, nor did she particularly care. Cherry grabbed her gun and put on her disguise.

She had a plane to Bosnia to catch.

Alec had finished up his meeting with the two executives and drove down to the Singapore int airport to catch a private flight to Rumania, were he would then drive to bosnia to meet with low-level janus commanders.



(OOC- not much time for a real post right now)

Scaramanga had never been to Bosnia, he didn't like going places he didn't have contacts and hideouts, it wasn't favorable to his continued health. But he mused, this wasn't a typical job, it was James Bond after all, and he would at least have the support of Spectre. SO it was that he took off from his private island in the south china sea in his flying AMC Matador, on route to Bosnia, and an apointment with a man soon to have a golden bullet in his head.

After packing up his things, Bond drives towards the airport for his flight to Bosnia. He started to think about the woman he spoke to at the restaurant. She seemed interesting enough, but he's had his own share of false women, who were in it for the money, to steal information from him. He hoped that the woman he spoke to wasn't an informant.

As he pulled into the parking lot at the airport, he could see one of his MI6 operatives waiting for him.

"Where are you heading Bond?" the man asked.

"Bosnia," Bond said.