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Live Another Day
Prologue:
“James Bond is dead,” declared M to a pretty young woman that rainy night. “I'm sorry to have to tell you this, I know you two were close.”
“How did this happen,” stammered the young woman?
“Due to the classified nature of his work; I can’t tell you that.”
“Cut it out Olivia, I know this has to do with that hard drive that has the list on it, which you only got hold of because of me and my father. And James was with me when he was called away to Istanbul to help Ronson because someone was after the hard drive.”
“Someone got the hard drive with the list, Ronson was killed and James was killed pursuing the person who got the hard drive.”
“My God, where’s the hard drive now,” the young woman asked as she was trying to stifle back tears?
“We don’t know,” replied M shortly. “Here is the obituary I wrote for him and as always I expect this to be kept in strict confidence.”
The woman nodded her head yes, “I can’t believe he’s gone the last thing I said to him was that he could go to hell, it was my way of telling the bastard I loved him!”
One Month Earlier:
Chapter One: Mr. White
James Bond was annoyed, which wasn’t exactly hard for him. He could become annoyed easily, he hated when people made a big fuss of things. A billionaire British investment banker dying on a Swiss Mountain because of a skiing accident seemed more of a natural fact of life than a major news story. But at last that’s what the news seem to be focusing on was the untimely death of the banker and that his daughter was now one of the richest women in the world. Just as James turned off the TV, a picture of the daughter a pretty girl fresh out of university flashed across the screen. Though he liked rich things Bond hated rich people, he thought they felt like the world owed them something.
Bond left his flat and jumped in his beloved 1964 Ashton Martin and drove to MI6 headquarters. Bond’s sour mood had less to do with his mere annoyance at the news focusing on the death of a man, Bond thought was too rich for his own good and more on the fact Bond recognized him from somewhere. As he sped along, he combed through the files of his mind trying to figure out where he knew the banker from. Suddenly, it hit him as he had to slam on his breaks to avoid hitting the car in front of him. He was one of the members from Quantum who Bond identified with his phone at the opera in Austria a few years back. Nothing had ever come out of one of the world’s richest men being identified as a member of the ultra-secretive organization. As Bond entered the parking garage of MI6 he thought, if this man was in Quantum, his death was no accident!
Moments later Bond burst into M, Olivia Mansfield’s office, she was talking with Bill Tanner and Sebastian Ronson, another agent. “You wanted to see me ma'am,” he asked? He then cried, “Jasper Rose was a member of Quantum, an investigation into his death could give us more answers on Quantum.” Though it had been years MI6 had still been unable to unmask Quantum and discover who they were and what they were after.
M gave Bond a blank stare before replying, “a little behind the eight ball aren’t we 007 that is exactly what I wanted to speak to you about, I thought you would recognize Rose from the opera. Two days ago before he died Rose reached out to the minister of defense, they were old friends at Oxford, saying he was a part of an organization called Quantum that was planning an attack on MI6. He said he had information on this attack but he unfortunately was killed before he could pass the information along. First and foremost, we need to get that information, he did say it was in his safe deposit box at the Swiss bank in Zurich. His daughter Lavender Rose is going to Switzerland tomorrow to take care of his personal affairs. For obvious reasons since there is a beautiful young woman involved, I was going to have Ronson here go to Switzerland and try to get this information from her as well as provide protection,” M declared, she hated Bond's womanizing. “If Quantum killed her father, they’ll be after her next. I decided I'll send you as well given your experience with Quantum. You are to report to Switzerland tomorrow. Ronson you may go!” Ronson got up, looked at Bond and left.
“Why do you need to talk to me for,” growled James?
“Bond, we need Ms. Rose to hand over this information, I need you to keep your mind on the mission and your hands off of Ms. Rose, are we clear?”
“Yes we’re clear, don’t worry she’s not my type.”
“Oh 007, I wish I could believe that but they’re all your type. That’s all 007, good luck!”
James stood up and slowly buttoned his jacket, he gave M a sly smile and said “Ma’am.”
The Next Day: Zurich, Switzerland
Bond impatiently paced back and forth at “Just Coffee,” a coffee house across the street from the Zurich headquarters of the Swiss Bank. They were monitoring the Swiss Bank as Lavender Rose was now inside opening her father’s safe deposit box. She had no idea that two MI6 agents were waiting outside for her. Also outside were half a dozen reporters. “You know she doesn’t seem that bad,” Ronson declared, as he munched on a doughnut, reading a copy of Vogue magazine, where Lavender Rose was on the cover. “She has founded several charitable organizations.”
Bond looked up and gave Ronson a long bored look before replying “what are you, the bloody president of her fan club? Her and her type are all the same,” spat out James.
“ You say that now,” sighed Ronson. “ What’s our plan of attack, how are we approaching her?”
“Working on it,” replied James as he crossed his arms.
Meanwhile inside the Swiss Bank, Lavender Rose was sitting at a table as a bank employee pushed a large box and a key towards her. “Your father’s safe deposit box Ms. Rose.” Lavender Rose was beautiful. She had long light brown hair with blonde highlights, mystical brown eyes and lush red, red lips. She took the key and opened it, as she was going to see what was inside, a loud bang was heard along with an accompanying flash of light streaking across the room. A bomb had gone off in the building! Lavender fell to the floor using her body to shield the box!
Seeing the bomb go off from across the street, Bond and Ronson began rushing towards the burning Swiss bank. Lavender with a cough looked up as smoke swirled around the room, she saw a man standing before her, holding out his hand. Lavender took his hand while still holding on to the box, once she was up the man, took a look at her before saying “hand over the box!”
“What, no it belonged to my father,” she declared. With this the man pulled out a gun and pressed it to her head and began to forcefully escort her and the box out of the burning chaotic building. Bond and Ronson had reached the burning scene, just as they were going to enter the inferno, Bond turned his head and saw the man with the gun to Lavender’s head forcing her into a SUV. The man turned his head and his eyes met Bond's ice blue eyes, Bond instantly recognized him as Mr. White! Bond began running towards White! White pushed Lavender into the car, jumped into the front seat! Bond began running after the SUV as it sped off!