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For all those who have signed up and were approved, welcome and thanks for your input. I have the list below of what roles people wil play in this RP...note to people, if you are not onn this list, please do not post anything here oocly, as that would interrupt the flow of the plot. That said, I hope that this thread goes out for all the best.

MI6 - Naktan [M, Q]

007 - Geneticon
Evil bad guy - Taralkea
CIA - Canadstein
FSB - Kulikovo
Evil Assassin Mercenary who doesn't die [like Jaws] - Drexel Hillsville
China - Pythogria
Japan - Prairie du sac

Let the mayhem begin :cool:

OCC: Do I have to be my own country or a real one?

Somewhere in the Atlantic...

"Commander Richards, we've got something on our sonar."

"What is it?"

"I don't know; neither do any of the sonar technicians. It's large but moving relatively fast."

"Sea animal?"

"Not likely...it's too small for that. And it's too fast for anything that lives out here anyway."

"What is it's current course?"

"We...don't know. It's going erratically in circles, about 5 knots off our starboard bow."

"Circles? Are you certain?"

"As much as the sonar personel are. We may need to surface, sir."

"Surface my ass! Our orders are to maintain a low profile. I don't want to compromise our secrecy just ascertain whether a random object poses us a grave threat. Besides, what kind of surface forces would be out here anyway?"

"None that we can determine, Commander. If we cannot surface, can we at least radio London?"

"This ship is maintain silence until orders come in from the Admirality..."

"Sir, the object has changed course! It's heading directly for us!"

"What the hell?"...

OCC: Do I have to be my own country or a real one?

[ooc: preferably we don't use this thread for oocs...

but you can't use your NS nation in this thread...it's all RL nations...that said, I think you said that you wanted to be FSB, which is Russian IA

OOC: The way you used knots was as distance, I thought that knots were speed...

OOC: The Baddie will have to employ me, for now I'll post a little bit of a past.

IC:

Brendan Crowley burst into the hotel room. Usually he would be more stealthy but this was personel. His target was the last remaining soldier of the Bloody Sunday Massacre. He pulled out his trademark crossbow and headed straight for the bedroom. He walked in to find his target still asleep. He loaded a tranqualizer into the crossbow and shot the man just to be careful.

With in minutes the man was bound and on the floor. A little later he awoke to see Brendan standing above him with the crossbow.

The man asked, "Who are you?"

"A man out for revenge," Came the cold, hate filled reply as Brendan spat upon the soldier.

"You must be that ex-IRA bastard," The older man muttered under his breath.

Brendan heard this and replied, "Ex-IRA? No such thing." With that, Brenadan gagged the man and fired to more bolts into each of the man's legs. These bolts were basicly tranqs but filled with a caustic liquid instead. The old soldier was in excrutiating pain.

Brendan told him, "You killed my father. Prepare to die, swine." As he said this he backed out into the hall. He pulled out another bolt, this one with an explosive tip and fired it straight at the soldiers head. He ran down the hall to the fire escape and out onto the roof where his chopper was waiting. The chopper took off and landed a little while later at Shannon Internation Airport in Ireland. Brendan got out and headed for his Lambroghini. 'Mission accomplished' He told himself.

[ooc: knots are both distance and speed, although I probably did misuse it in that case, because they would probably use meters nowadays...]

[MI6 - sometime later]

M: What is going on here?

Staff A : We've received two reports: the SSN Berkerley has disappeared off the south coast of Nigeria, about 500 kilometers in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean. No transmissions were recorded because the submarine was under silence operations.

M: What do they want us to do? Find a submarine that's not supposed to be found?

Staff A: There is reason from the Lord Admiralty that the submarine was lost under circumstances of which we know nothing. The signature code vanished from GPS signals at about 0435 GMT. We've also had another homicide in Northern Ireland - a prominent General Stamford Reeves, known for his crackdown on the IRA in the 1980's. He was found dead this morning in his hotel room, bound and shot several times with crossbow bolts. The IRA has denied all responsibility for the act, which certainly threatens the ceasefire in effect there.

M: Goodness... what's the world coming to these days? Has the world gotten so horrible that the Ministry needs us to police up their actions?

Staff A: There is reason from the Ministry that a larger global scheme is in effect.

M: Yes, yes. I just kiss up to their asses and get this over with. Thank you.

...

M: Miss Moneypenny?

Moneypenny: Yes, ma'am?

M: I need you to arrange for all available agents to prepare for a homicide investigation in Northern Island. And get me the first available 00-agent out to Nigeria.

Moneypenny: Well, I'd send for 007, but you've recently suspended his license.

M: Yes, well get someone else on the job. 005, he's doing nothing now.

Moneypenny: Actually, he's coming back from Zurich after securing a transfer from a terrorist. He's following the case very well.

M: Fine, fine. Is there no one else?

Moneypenny: I'll check the dossier...001 is out in Bermuda chasing marlins...

M: Get him on the case, now.

Moneypenny: Of course.

Adrian Konovski folded his newspaper and placed it on the table. The waitress came with his coffee. He sat there drinking it for awhile. A man took a seat at a table behind him, their backs turned. Adrian reopened his newspaper and the other man did so as well.
"Status?" asked the man
"Reeves is dead" replied Adrian
"I know that, what of your associate? It was a bit messy"
"He did it with pleasure, it was personal to him, so of course he'd do it. Luckily we didn't get the hotel room number wrong"
"Good, there's something waiting for you in your car" replied the man, he folded his newspaper and put his hat on and walked away. Adrian sat there, still sipping his coffee.

Adrian walked to his car, thumbed through the keys and opened the door. He reached around through it, trying to find his package. He opened the glove compartment, where a PSM pistol was sitting. It was frustrating trying to find it. Eventually he found a newspaper. Inside were documents, he decided to get back to his apartment and read them.

OOC: I'll be China. MAybe I'll send agents if China is threatened, or for some form of profit.

Adrian drove his car to the apartment building. He parked the car, took out his gun and put it inside the folded newspaper. The stairs creeked under his feet as he climbed the stairs to his apartment. At the door he knocked three times, then once, then three more times. The door opened a bit, the chain still on the door.
"It's me" said Adrian
"Who's 'me'?"
"Knock it off Stanislav, let me in" replied Adrian, in a pissed off tone. The door opened and he walked in. There were a total of four others in the room. They sat about, working. Going over files, forging documents, cleaning pistols.
"What did he have to say?" asked Viktor as he thumbed through some pages.
"He said that our contact did a sloppy job, it wasn't silent. It could jeopardize everything, but other than that, business as usual. I got some more info. I have to find our friend and straighten him out" replied Adrian.

Adrian walked over to the table, moved a claening rod and placed the newspaper down, then took out several documents and laid them out. The others gathered around to examine them.

OOC: Sorry it took so long for me to post.
Onhra sat in a chair, contemplating what to do next. "So many evil plots tooken". He said. "Isn't that the truth, siad his assistant, those buggers are too damn creative". "Then he thought of something, he gave a peace of paper, "Is this tooken". he asked. "Yes". came the reply. "Wait, said Onhra, thats what I should do". He sat there, letting out that long hard evil laugh he had worked on for so long.

[M16 - a long time later]

M: Charles, I need to know just exactly what happened in Nigeria.

Charles: 001 apparently got caught up in some messy water; his body was found in the Niger River. Autopsy revealed the bullet rounds from an AK. Analysts say militia have been more active in the region, but there is nothing to suggest that they would downright harm a foreigner for any reason. We had a recent case with oil technicians being held hostage, but that was resolved peacefully.

M: Perhaps. Any news on General Reeves's death?

Charles: None so far. Our agents have been digging every alley in Belfast, trying to get to the root of the problem.

M: Get me a history on General Reeves; I want to know his history in Ireland, in Britain, wherever and whatever he did during his career. What would sanction his death?

Charles: I'll get on that immediately.

M: Good. We need to figure out what's going on Nigeria as well. - Miss Moneypenny?

Moneypenny: Yes?

M: Get 007 in here immediately.

Moneypenny: I thought he was under...

M: Get him in here; things have changed.

Moneypenny: Of course.

After several hours of briefing and reviewing, the men dispersed back to their work. Adrian walked over to the roll out bed and collapsed on it, he jumped up because his gun dug into him "Dammit!" he said and took it off. He took off his shoes and tried to rest. The past few days saw a storm of activity, after several months of inaction. He closed his eyes.

An hour later Andrei hit his foot. Adrian jumped up "What is it?" he asked in groggy voice.
"We have a problem, our friend skipped town" said Andrei
"What?! That can't be!" exclaimed Adrian. He couldn't believe it.
"There are others that we can use"
"No, we need HIM, just as much as he needs us. We just have to show him that it's important to stick with us." replied Adrian. He got up, put on his shoes, coat and hat. Picked up his gun and stormed out.

OOC: Who would the friend be?

OCC: Your character. I'm trying to find some way to fit the KGB into all of this

OOC: Could you fit the People's Agents into this?

OCC: I can't think of anything at the moment. If I do, I'll mention it.

Brendan was driving. He didn't know where to, he was just driving. He was bored with life. Being a mercenary wasn't all it he was expecting it to be. He got his revenge. He need not worry about being found out, he had done several other jobs almost the same exact way.

He was on the N-17 now, heading home to the small town of Downings. He was going home to an empty house in a quite town.

His parents were killed on Bloody Sunday. His sister died for a crime that she didn't commit. She was accused of treason, they thought she had helped the IRA. Her trial had been a joke. The judge was dead by now, blown to peices by a small explosive.

Brendan quickly turned the car around and headed for Dublin. He had all he needed with him, fake passports, cash, even a fake badge so he could carry. He pulled into the airport and went up to the desk.

"What's the first flight out of here?" He demanded.

The woman behind the counter replied, "The next flight is to Mongolia in ten minutes."

"Can you get me on it?" Brendan asked.

"Ummm... It seems to be full," Came the reply.

"How about now?" He asked as he pulled out the fake badge along with his Raptor Magnum.

"Of coarse sir. Here is your ticket." She handed him the paper and he ran off towards his flight.

OOC: Could you fit the People's Agents into this?

Well, I'm on my way to Mongolia, maybe you can find a way in there?

OOC: Well, perhaps you could threaten my nuclear weapons project?

Will Knight had served in the CIA for almost five years. He was still declared one of the new people. This was his fifth assignment. Also this would be the first time working with the MI6. He was suppose to meet with 001, but was later found dead. Now he had recieved orders to meet with 007. Will had heard about him from the other agents. He was very tired since Will had just gotten to Nigeria. Before he was in Langley for a week after a mission in Nicaragua. Now he was resting in a hotel in Nigeria. He checked his Heckler & Koch MK23 and loaded a magazine. Now he just had to wait.

Adrian drove his car to the breaking point. He weaved in and out of traffic, nearly running other cars off the road. But at last, he reached the airport. He ran up to the entrance and flashed a fake Inspectors badge. He searched feverishly for Brendan. He questioned the woman at the counter and she told him what happened. he raced after Brendan, he saw him just before he boarded the plane.
"Stop!" Adrian shouted "Where do you think you're going?" he asked. Adrian had his hand in his coat pocket where it gripped his pistol.

Adrian drove his car to the breaking point. He weaved in and out of traffic, nearly running other cars off the road. But at last, he reached the airport. He ran up to the entrance and flashed a fake Inspectors badge. He searched feverishly for Brendan. He questioned the woman at the counter and she told him what happened. he raced after Brendan, he saw him just before he boarded the plane.
"Stop!" Adrian shouted "Where do you think you're going?" he asked. Adrian had his hand in his coat pocket where it gripped his pistol.

Brendan saw the man coming and put his hand on the pistol he had hidden in the small of his back. He heard the question. "Why does it matter?" He asked.

"You're job isn't done yet. You wouldn't have gotten the info on where that general was if it wasn't for us. It was a jesture of good will. Now, we want you to do something else for us. Besides, why would you want to go to Mongolia, I hear the weather's terrible all the time. Also, if you stick with us, you'll get to have some fun with your expertise." Konovski responded. "This isn't quite the right place to discuss it, come with me and we'll talk some more"

'Fun' He thought to himself and snickered under his breath. "Fine, I'll come, as long as I am paid."

"It will be worth your while, let's go" Konovski replied. he was pleased to see Brendan changed his mind. There were people standing all around, looking at them "It's okay people, nothing to worry about" he said to them, and they dispersed. The two walked out to his car, which was near death. They drove off back towards the city.

Brendan was in the other man's car trying to get some sleep when he realised that he didn't even know why he was there. Money was no object to him, he had far more than enough hidden away in numerous banks all over the world. Fun was not somthing that his job could be described as so he threw that idea away. As for loyalty, there had been many times in his life when he had turned on those he worked for. So why was he here?

"I have two questions," He told the other man, "Why am I here and Why me?"

"You never met me before, nor anyone associated with me or who I work for. We did some research, what a troubled past you've had. We know everything about you, your family, your past, your movements. You were or are still part of or affiliated with the IRA. Their nothing more than school boys with guns when it come to the big picture. You have a talent, we didn't expect you to off that general in such a spectacular way. His death meant nothing to us, but everything to you. You have a unique ability to blend in. By now you've guessed I'm not Irish, but Russian. I'm Adrian. We need you to do something for us, something important. Something that would mean alot to you and us. We'll discuss it later" replied Konovski.

"Whatever," Brendan muttered as he drifted into unconsiouseness.

OOC: I'm turning in for the night, bye.

OCC: Okay

Chinese agent Nirasawa Kayosi listened in. This may be useful... he thought.

[ooc: this is going to be one hellish time getting 007 into this mess :p]

[M-I6 - later]

M: Charles? Have you got my information?

Charles: General Reeves was apparently hated man. He was one of the few commanders involved in the Bloody Sunday Incident, at least according to Irish sources.

M: So, it was the IRA?

Charles: Well, his trail doesn't end there. The General was apparently visiting in Belfastt for some reason. He had just returned from a trip to Lagos, where he negotiated the deal with the Nigerian militia to release the British hostages. Apparently, the local reports claimed that Reeves was a little unconsiderate of the local population, spewing some racist remarks in a crowd as he managed his way through the government offices there. While he was in Adbujaan, he was invited to the President's residence for dinner. We're getting satellite confirmation on that meeting.

M: You believe that General Reeves's death is somehow connected to our missing submarine in the Atlantic?

Charles: I don't know for certain. Before Nigeria, Reeves was fishing in the South China Sea at his vacation home in Hong Kong.

M: This man has connections, doesn't he?

Charles: Courtesy of the British Empire; he set up a huge wealth for himself for his retirement. He owns property in the Cayman Islands, Fiji, and Scotland.

M: Whatt are you suggesting, Charles?

Charles: This may something deeper than we imagined.

M: Such are the things that we usually deal with. Where is our problem with General Reeves and our submarine? Do we have a name?

Charles: Well, at the hotel, there was a hair follicle found on the door, apparently left by the assailant when he broke through the door to kill Reeves. Our forensics experts are working on identifying the perpetrator now. From what we know initially, this is going to be a red-haired male, middle-aged, and has a preference for black leather.

M: What makes you say that?

Charles: There was a stain on the door that left remnants of a black leather coat.

M: Would you say a professional killer?

Charles: Professional? Not likely, but he might be a contract killer, because it was brutal, quick, and perhaps easy. Although, the autopsy surgeon suggests that the assailant might also be connected to Reeves emotionally, as was indicated by the numerous kill wounds on the corpse.

M: This is getting excessively complicated.

Charles: I'm telling you what I know.

M: Well, I get that. I want to know what you think of it, though.

Charles: Think? I think that General Reeves might havev been on some kind of strange business trip, seeing as he made several trips to exotic locations.

M: What of his trip to Nigeria, to release the hostages?

Charles: Her Majesty sent a request to Reeves while he was there, which implies that he wasn't there for the hostages in the first place.

M: Fair enough. Miss Moneypenny?

Moneypenny: Yes, M?

M: Where the bloody hell is 007? I asked for him two hours ago.

Moneypenny: He said he was catching up on some lost pleasures.

M: Lost pleasures...tell him he'll have more ass to handle if he doesn't come right away.

Moneypenny: Of course.

Chinese agent Nirasawa Kayosi listened in. This may be useful... he thought.

[ooc: That's more Japanese than Chinese...]

OOC: Could you suggest a Chinese name? I don't know any off the top of my head.

OCC: How about Wang (tehe)

OOC: Could you suggest a Chinese name? I don't know any off the top of my head.

[ooc: a guy... Wei Long
a girl... Jiang Shi]

OOC: Puppet nation of Geneticon.

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IC:

A man stood against a railing in the middle of a secluded street. Behind him the land dropped off to the jagged rocks below, and the sound of rushing water was easily distinguishable.

The man lit a cigarette and puffed a few times before dropping it to the ground and crushing it with his toe.

He smiled as he turned back to the ocean... How wonderful peace is... and other things too...

He hadn't spent the night alone, and he was finally catching up on his so far behind love life.

A buzz interrupted his thoughts, and he pulled out a wireless cellular phone. The line was secure... it had to be MI6.

"007..."

He nearly threw the phone over the side of the railing seconds later. Why did they keeping bugging him?

"I thought I told you th--" He was cut off. It seems it was urgent.

"I'll be there."

Of course... they have to have me now... of all times...

He took out another phone used for standard calls and dialed a number. Two rings later a soft voice answered.

"Carlie, it's James, I have to leave..." he caught something out of the corner of his eye. "No... I have to go, I'll call you later."

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A man stood with his weapon trained on the spy. 001 had been an easy target, and now 007 would be easier. Look at him standing there innocently talking with his girlfriend. It made the assassin want to laugh.

Instead, he leveled the weapon and stared down the barrel.

It would be his last sight he would ever see.

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Bond spotted the gunman and in a split second a weapon flew into his hand. He fired one shot with his Walther pistol, and his would be killer dropped in a crumpled heap.

Too easy...

007 headed for his vehicle. Time to get to Nigeria...

[ooc: For this next set, I'll RP the mission update on the plane to Nigeria...after that, you can carry on...]

[En route to Lagos]

{recorded} M: 007, there's been some rough work in the world, and we're pressed on manpower now. I've decided to revoke your suspension of 00 assignments, and you already know that you're going to Nigeria.

007: What's the assignment?

M: As you may already know, General Reeves was recently killed in Belfast. His business trip led him there from a visit in Nigeria, where 001 was also killed on an assignment. He was conducting an investigation on a recent disappearance of one Her Majesty's submarine vessels, and he wound up in the Niger River with AK bullets all over him. Autopsy is still conducting an investigation of his death, because the doctors now believe that they're superficial wounds, which might suggest an actual murder of one our agents.

007: Scotland Yard?

M: I don't think you want to go there, Mr. Bond. I remind you that your assignment is out of necessity, and I expect good and clear results. Find out who killed 001, who hired him, and what's going on Nigeria. There's a connection here.

007: Any other information?

M: Not really. That's you're going - to find out what else there is to know.

007: Brilliant.

M: It's not the best of circumstances, but the MoD wants to know what's happened to one of our submarines - and quite frankly - the murder of our best agents doesn't go unpunished. Q Branch will meet you in Lagos.

007: Oh, I wonder what sort of safari he'll bring.

M: I'm counting on you, 007. Don't fret up. ===

[ooc: a guy... Wei Long
a girl... Jiang Shi]

OOC: OK. Wei Long. Chinese 007.

Konovski led Brendan to the aprtment where the other agents were at, still working. Konovski took off his coat, but kept his gun.

"Make yourself comfortable" said Konovski. "We have an assignment for you. One that will pay handsomley. You will go to Nigeria and assasinate the British ambassador. We will take care of the Nigerian ambassador, who is in London." Konovski said.

"Why do you want me to do that?" Brendan asked

"Simple, we don't want the Nigerians and British to be allies. The Nigerians have ample oil reserves and other minerals. It would hamper the British greatly in the reion. Hopefully, a conflict will arise, distabalize the region, and bring Nigeria and possibly other African nations over to our side." replied Konovski "So, are you in or not?"

[ooc: we need a super-villain to spearhead all of this...this is turning out like a spy wars game... ]

From his jungle fortress deep in the middle of nowhere stood the towering Mungo Balaafura. His empire of coffee plantations [under the auspicious company Gogo Coffee] helped to finance his greatest operation to make the world tremble at the power of Africa, all too long subjugated and exploited by the world powers. With his plans, he would turn every single weapon that the West had ever used against them, and he would initiate the rise of a great African Empire.

Of course, he would be the likely candidate for such a leadership role, having taken the initiative to work out the details. His plans were already working to great success. Unknown to the very powers he dealt with, he was plotting their self-destruction, plotting the nations into a furious competition over Africa. Afer his meeting with General Reeves, the FSB agents successfully arranged for his assassination. After acquiring a British vessel, he successfully staved off a general manhunt with his long list of assassins. Unfortunately, bad news was about to reach him...

"Mungo, the sniper failed his task."

"Oh...pity, if I had it. He was just another one of them anyway. They work against themselves too well."

"Mungo, the British are sending another operative here. We have to move operations to a safer place."

"This is our land, Gumba. No one takes it from us. You do want is necessary to stop this idiot. And I want the British ambassador taken out as well. I won't make any further deals with the stupid Russians if they don't get this done fast enough."

"They said their assassin left them."

"I don't care, Gumba. It's their job; they had better get it done."

"Yes, Mungo."

Wei Long recorded in his journal, 007 leaving. Will pursue in SUV.

Konovski led Brendan to the aprtment where the other agents were at, still working. Konovski took off his coat, but kept his gun.

"Make yourself comfortable" said Konovski. "We have an assignment for you. One that will pay handsomley. You will go to Nigeria and assasinate the British ambassador. We will take care of the Nigerian ambassador, who is in London." Konovski said.

"Why do you want me to do that?" Brendan asked

"Simple, we don't want the Nigerians and British to be allies. The Nigerians have ample oil reserves and other minerals. It would hamper the British greatly in the reion. Hopefully, a conflict will arise, distabalize the region, and bring Nigeria and possibly other African nations over to our side." replied Konovski "So, are you in or not?"

"Of coarse. If it hurts the British swine than I am in," The Irishman stated with pride. He then asked the one that had taken him here, "You said you Russian, are you KGB?"

Andrei glared at Konovski. He didn't want him to answer. But, Konovski didn't care what they thought, he was team leader.

"Well, we're associated with them, in a way. We work for the KGB, but at the same time, we don't. Do you understand?" replied Konovski. He took a drink of liquor.

"Of coarse, I am reminded of a term from 1984, doublethink its called," He said. "A rather odd book, have you ever read it?"

Konovski leaned in his chair "Well, I have heard of it. But, it is not allowed in Soviet Union." replied Konovski

OOC: Remeber 007 should meet up with my CIA Will Knight.

Konovski was interested in what Brendan was saying "What is doublethinking?" he asked.

"Doublethink was the idea of thinking two contrdictory thoughts at one time. Any way back to the assassination, open closed how do you want it done?"

Konovski got what he said, it was smart. The others gathered around him to listen to the two. "We know everything about British special forces. How they fight, their weapons, methods, etc. I have a file of it if you need it. It needs to look like British special forces did it." replied Konovski.

"I know that they use squad tactics, will it just be me and my men then or will you supply the team?" Brendan asked.

Konovski thought for a moment. "Some of us, some of you" he replied.

OOC: I just changed my post and do you happen to live near Philly by any chance?

OCC: Dammit, I screwed up, forget about what I said earlier. make it look like Nigerians killed him. And the Russians will make it look like the brits killed the nigerian.

OCC: Nope, I live near Pittsburgh

OOC: Fixed and Steelers are ok, not as great as the Eagles though...
>_>
<_<
Ok, the Eagles suck...

OCC: I was mad about last year's Superbowl. It could've been a Pennsylvanian Superbowl, damn those Patriots. But of course we got our revenge. Tom Brady flipped the coin at the Superbowl, for us. I loved it

OOC: I was cheering for the Steelers though...

IC: "Hmm... Let me go call some of my friends," Brendan said as he walked towards the phone in the room. He picked it up and dialed the number of his agency. "This is the Emmet, get me Russel," he said into the phone. A few seconds later he heard, "Anton McDonald." "Anton, I need you to get out here, I assume the agency is tracing the call as usual so ask the operator for the location," Brendan said before hanging up. He turned to the other men. "My best man will be here soon," He stated.

[ooc: may I remind everyone that this is a 007 forum? There's an awful lot of stuff that doesn't involve Bond...and way too many ooc comments...use the ooc thread (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?p=10619218)...]

OOC: Bond gets a new car!

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IC:

007 left the airport and found his vehicle, parked right where it should be. The 2007 Mercedes-Benz S-Class Sportscar (http://www.mbusa.com/microsite/s-class/index.jsp) lay waiting there for him. They had done a good job of getting it here on time.

Off to work...

Bond puffed his cigarette as he climbed into the vehicle. He started the engine and pulled out of the lot. He tossed the cigarette out the window and took the wheel with both hands.

As he did this, he thought he caught something out of the corner of his eye. I'm being followed?

Bond blinked, they had gotten on his trail fast.

He pushed the car to it's limit as he headed for the rendevous point. He would meet with the CIA man and then get down to business.

He pulled up in a dark alley in the outskirts of the city in Nigeria, and waited. He couldn't see the car behind him. He jumped out of the car and looked closer. He patted the silver machine and walked towards a hotel he could see in the distance.

Where are you Mr. CIA?

007 braced himself for anything. His Walther PPK was losely at his side, ready for action.

OOC: Bond gets a new car!

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IC:

007 left the airport and found his vehicle, parked right where it should be. The 2007 Mercedes-Benz S-Class Sportscar (http://www.mbusa.com/microsite/s-class/index.jsp) lay waiting there for him. They had done a good job of getting it here on time.

Off to work...

Bond puffed his cigarette as he climbed into the vehicle. He started the engine and pulled out of the lot. He tossed the cigarette out the window and took the wheel with both hands.

As he did this, he thought he caught something out of the corner of his eye. I'm being followed?

Bond blinked, they had gotten on his trail fast.

He pushed the car to it's limit as he headed for the rendevous point. He would meet with the CIA man and then get down to business.

He pulled up in a dark alley in the outskirts of the city in Nigeria, and waited. He couldn't see the car behind him. He jumped out of the car and looked closer. He patted the silver machine and walked towards a hotel he could see in the distance.

Where are you Mr. CIA?

007 braced himself for anything. His Walther PPK was losely at his side, ready for action.

Wei Long listened from behind Bond's car. Following Bond, but hiding at the same time, he drew his Type 17 pistol. Something wasn't right here...

Will Knight got up from his bed after taking a small nap. Getting up he checked his MK23. He checked the magazine and put it back in the gun. Then he put in a holster around his chest. Afterwards he put on some clothes. He had recieved the message to meet 007 in the hotel's restuarant. Coming up he found he had a reservation. He sat down at a chair with another table across from him. Looking at the menu it was time for breakfast.

Bond strolled casually accross the street. He was sure that there was someone behind him now... he just had that feeling. His hand patted his weapon, he would not hesistate to use it if he had to.

007 walked closer to the hotel. In this selcuded street, the only sound he could hear was his own breathing.

He finally reached the hotel. At this early morning hour hardly any one was stirring, and Bond was able to slip into the Resturant unnoticed by anyone except the hotel receptionist and a man in the corner of the room. Certainly this was the CIA man...

James crossed the room and thrust out his hand to the man, "Hello there..."

[ooc: LOL :D LOL - it's Bond...James Bond - not Bonds...]

Brendan looked at the other men. "Will it be some of you gents accompanying me or some others?

"Oh you must be 007. I'm Will Knight from the CIA. I was suppose to talk to 001, but he ended up dead. So I will have to work with you." Will Knight ordered some eggs and bacon.

[ooc: the guy playing the snipers and such can take it from here...]

The order came out, and Mungo's henchmen were hard at work. Out stepped the tall grissly man and a short grissly woman. Both went out into Lagos, where this MI6 operative was expected to be in place....

In the meantime, a sniper had tracked Bond from the airport and was carefully watching his movements. After he met the American and went out for a bite, he settled in a hotel room with a perfect view of the exit from the restaurant- the only one available to them. It would came from inside the hotel, so no one would be able to discern from where the shot came from, and the windows were all tainted for privacy. Granted all of that, he would not miss...

Konovski thought for a moment "Stanislav, Alexi, and I will accompany you and your man to Nigeria." he replied.

[ooc: LOL :D LOL - it's Bond...James Bond - not Bonds...]

OOC: Ooops... duh... I knew that.

"Oh you must be 007. I'm Will Knight from the CIA. I was suppose to talk to 001, but he ended up dead. So I will have to work with you." Will Knight ordered some eggs and bacon.

"The name's Bond... James Bond. It seems we will be working together."

007 took a seat at the restaurant and ordered a coffee... it was too early for alcohol.

"Have you been briefed on what this is all about yet?"

"No not yet. The CIA said you would know. I only know that around here 001 was killed. Also that it might be the work of Mungo." Will gave James the photo of Mungo.

"No not yet. The CIA said you would know. I only know that around here 001 was killed. Also that it might be the work of Mungo." Will gave James the photo of Mungo.

"Mungo... eh." A wry smile curved the lips of 007.

"Here's the rundown. We have to figure out who killed 001, as well as see what we can find out about the submarine that sank recently. I've been told the incidents might be connected.

A good thing to avoid, is getting killed."

Bond took out cig and began to smoke.

"You don't mind do you?

Anyway, Mungo. Do you have any information on this man? What's his work? His background?"

James turned and looked over his shoulder.

"Ever get the feeling you're being watched, well don't look now, but we are."

"No I don't mind at all. Well Mungo Balaafura is the owner of the Gogo Coffee Company. He has been know to do some very strange and threating acts." Will replied.

"No I don't mind at all. Well Mungo Balaafura is the owner of the Gogo Coffee Company. He has been know to do some very strange and threating acts." Will replied.

"Such as...?"

007 puffed a few more times.

"Do we have anything solid on him? Any reports of illegal dealings in the past? We need something good. I don't want speculation, I want answers. We need to figure this out.

I suggest after you answer my questions we go for a stroll. Better to face the problem head on than to run away."

OOC: Sorry, I can't get on very often.

IC: "Do we have anyone in New York"? Asked Onhra. "No, New York never striked me as a good place". Answred his assistant. "Well get someone in there, tell him to bring this". He held up a small black ball. "And make sure someone sees it". "What are you planning to do"? Asked his assistant. "Well, this is actualy a miny nuke, it has the power to cover fifty square miles". "But this will be a warning, and a diversion". "They will be extremly suprised when this goes off, if they are complete idiots, I want a spy to notice this, and I want this watched day and night by an assasin, so the first thing you need to do is find me an assasin". "Yes". Said the assistant.

"Such as...?"

007 puffed a few more times.

"Do we have anything solid on him? Any reports of illegal dealings in the past? We need something good. I don't want speculation, I want answers. We need to figure this out.

I suggest after you answer my questions we go for a stroll. Better to face the problem head on than to run away."


"Well, Gogo Coffee Company is a store front for his smuggling operations and drug dealing. Also we know that Mungo hired the assassin to kill 001." Will replied then finished his food. Getting up he checked his gun.

"James they probably know your here. So we better watch out."

Just then, a buzzer came up on Bond's cell phone...

OOC: Sorry this took so long... I haven't been able to get on this weekend.

I'm assuming this is his secure cell phone from MI6.

I saw part of a Bond movie btw..,. so I should do a bit better.

Also, I'm going to RP the Bond girl because no one seems to want to.

IC:

Bond stood to his feet and looked at the CIA man. "We will."

He felt the PPK in his inside suit pocket and walked to the door. Before stepping out, a buzz sounded.

"Excuse me." he said to Will. "This is 007... Yes 'M'?"

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At the same time, a young girl stepped on a plane to Nigeria. She had tracked Bond here, though it had taken a lot of persuasion and bribing to get the man at the airport to let her know where he had gone.

She smiled as she dropped into a seat and shoved her carry on under the chair in front of her.

The fact that she had been employed to follow Bond also helped.

"I'm coming James."

[ooc: Bond and Bond girl :) which one did you watch?]

[PHONE CONVERSATION WITH 007]:

Q: M? What nonesense! Why would M come to Nigeria to help you blow up more of my equipment?

007: Q... Well, what is it?

Q: I've been trying to get to you, but all of our agents missed you at the airport. Now, I'm personally not fond of flying out from Scotland - on a last minute notice, I might add - and setting up a makeshift facility for our 00 agents, so I'd ask for a little respect and that you come here immediately! We've gotten you your real car, equipped with all the standard features - Aston Martin AMV8 (http://www.classic-british-cars.com/images/am-amv8-01.jpg). Considering what you do with all of those other cars that we lend you, I'd suggest you carefully turn in this one. Also, I have some other sets of equipment that you might need for a jungle trip.

007: Might I ask...whose car is that?

Q: Isn't it obvious? It's my car, which also blows my bottle because I then had to take the bus to the harbor, which is where you'll be meeting me. Now don't delay; I'm already upset and we're behind schedule.

[ooc: I had to change the car... ^_^ It wouldn't be Bond without an Aston Martin :)]

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The sniper could see two gentlemen standing by the window, but there wasn't a clean shot at all. Mungo had already said a clean shot, and he knew just how angry Mungo could get...

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Mungo was calmly smoking his cigar, waiting for the news. He had already expected some problems with this new British agent, and he wasn't taking any chances after the stupid sniper messed up the last time. He sent in his two cross-breeds - Changa Bum and Shaka Dum; both half-man, half-ape. There would be a time for a harsh recourse, and Mungo knew that he was no where near that.

"Mungo, the submarine is fully excavated; we have the codon system, and it is expected to be operational in two days."

"Perfect, Gumba. Perfect. Make it one day!"

"Mungo?"

"One day. I want that device operational in one day!"

Pretty soon, coffee would be next to nothing what he was going to be able to do...

OOC: idk... Bond has had many different brands over the movies. But a Martin is cool too! :)

I saw part of "You only live twice"

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IC:

007 hung up the phone and turned to the CIA man. "Sorry... but I really have to be going."

He gave the man his normal cell number and walked towards the entry. He turned one last time, "Call me if you find out anything."

He briskly walked out, but something didn't feel right. It was the same way he always felt when danger was near. He stepped out of the building and hurled himself behind nearby car.

He removed his gun from his suit and prepared to use it. He had to get to the Mercedes... if only to get himself a new ride.

"Well... well..." he said as he spotted the sniper above. The man didn't have a clear shot now, but 007 wasn't going to give him one by exposing himself. At least not just yet.

Chinese agent Wei Long hid behind the building as Bond walked towards his car. That was close... he thought.

"James you know where I'm staying so bye." Will walked off toward the direction of his hotel. Making his way back he decided to do some recon during the night.

[ooc: There's always been the Aston Martin...the only other was the brief series of BMW's in Goldeneye, Tomorrow Never Dies, and The World is not Enough ["Family Motto" :)]

The sniper was ultimately frustrated at this. He hadn't even fired a shot and this one was ducking for cover. Regardless of what Mungo said, he would get his target...

He instantly shot the tree next to Bond and the crowd immediately began to scatter. Seeing as that didn't expose the agent, he tried to shoot his cover position from behind the car, but the only thing that got bullets were the trees and the cars. He was running low on ammunition and he desperately decided against firing any more or else expose his position to others. He casually got up and started to leave when he turned around and saw a giant beast of a woman. Apparently, Mungo's henchmen had already arrived and they didn't seem too happy about the random shooting.

"NO!!!!!!!!!..."

The grizzly woman picked the sniper by the throat and threw him to the ground, where Bond watched in awe, wondering if the sniper had jus commited suicide. But Changa was ready for Bond...too bad their time wasn't up yet, because Mr. Mungo wanted to meet his menace before he died. But she could wait...

Bond fired two shots in random direction of the hechwoman and dashed for his car.

He dived into the Mercedes and turned the key, revving the engine and pulling out fast. He turned the vehicle around and floored the accelerator. With a leap, the car drove away from the scene of the sniper's death, and headed toward the dock.

"Not today Mr. Mungo... I'll make the first strike if you don't mind."

Brendan looked at his Russian employer. "I assume you have The uniforms, weapons, and equipment of the men we are trying to impersonate..."

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