Short Story: The Outpost 3

The Outpost 3

I took out my PP7 silenced and led away towards the tank. I was wearing a heat suit. I was on another mission. Bond 007. I was going to eliminate Trevelyan. Last time he beat me, but this time the victory was assured for me. I had a D5K Deusche, a PP7 and a ZMG 9mm. As far as I knew he had a AR33 Assault Rifle. But you can never be sure, can you?

It is possible he also had a RCP-90. Dangerous. Also a PP7 without ammunition.

I had a traitor detector programmed to track the PP7 he had. Clever little gadget. Also a data-thief to take information from a computer based memory. Security locked or not. There was no escape for him. Or was there? We would soon find out.

I climbed into the tank and took full control of the gun. I rode to the plane and took out the key, inserted it into the lock and unlocked the door. I clambered in and started up the engine. I waved farewell to Valentin, then took off into thin, cold air. I lifted until my head sailed through the clouds. I was going there whether it meant by airship or any other mode of transport. I sailed swiftly through the air like a bullet from a gun. Swift movement.

I came in for landing on the Jamaican runway. Fans lingered around. I climbed out of my mobile and was escorted by a waiting van. Probably to avoid me being charged down by fans. I was escorted by an old hag.

“This way” she said, edging toward the vehicle.

I headed toward the wreck that lay in wait.

“Come on, we haven’t got all day.”

“Cool it woman, I’m dying of heat exhaustion!” I called across, grabbing my throat to make it look a bit more life like.

“You could at least pick up your pace.”

“Huh? Pick up my pace?” I echoed. “Yeah right, I could just about pick up a grain of sand!”

“Stop moaning and get here, or I’ll go without you.”

I could tell that getting on the right side of her wasn’t going to be easy.

“Come on!” she called.

“Come on” I echoed.

“If I wanted a parrot I’d buy one!” she replied.

I left it.

When I reached the wreck she was already inside belted up, revving the engine, roaring to go.

“Jump in, unless you want me to leave you here. Cause that could be arranged.”

“Whatever you say” I answered.

I clambered in. I could just about make out it was a Ford Sierra Sapphire through the old copper rust. Nice. When I thought things couldn’t get any worse, they did. The seat gave beneath me, and so I ended up sitting in the shell of a seat. Help, I thought. That is what this old girl needed. Help. A ton of it. She was dressed in rags and had dirt up her face.

“Hey, I’m feeling peckish” she said, “I’m going to have something to eat.”

She pulled up next to a garbage can and leant in.

“Oy trash can lady, I eat from restaurants not bins, so I’m not going to join you. No offense.” I said putting up my hands.

“I’m not eating from the bin, I’m finding something to give you.”

“I don’t want anything out of the bin.”

“Want a bet” she cried, reappearing with a tommy gun! She sprayed the wreck with bullets and put the windscreen through. Through the wreck she did not see where I went. She appeared at the door and looked down at the floor. Unfortunately I had suspended myself from the ceiling and came crashing down upon her.

“Aghhhh, murder!” she cried, before passing into hell.

I looked through the door and saw a posh Porsche parked just across in the field. I headed towards it then stopped, listening.

“Company?” I asked myself, “good idea” but not good enough to outsmart me. I walked to the wreck and collected the tommy gun. I was going to need it. Then I returned to my standing position. I looked and listened intently concentrating on a certain patch of trees. It was not going to be easy to pick out these people. They must be wearing pretty well camouflaging clothes to avoid a hawks eye. They would have to be very clever to outsmart me. Very clever, but they won’t. Of course they won’t, not with an ex-military leader in front. I stared into the darkness of the trees. A little cough echoed out from my right. I turned attention to it. I lifted my gun to face the way.

“You won’t escape me this time!”

“Bond, my boy, cool it; you’re surrounded thoroughly so don’t even attempt an escape.”

“I don’t need to try Alec, I could escape without trying.”

“Leave your position boys.”

“Boys!? I expected men from you Trevelyan.”

Boys came from all sides.

“Need boys to do your dirty work do you Trevelyan?”

“No actually Bond, these are volunteers.”

“You don’t know the difference between slaves and volunteers, Trevelyan.”

“I must. Slaves are people who are made to work. These aren’t.”

“You say that. Whatever your asked.”

He led out. “Come to finish me have you Bond?” He sneered, laughing unwarily.

“Yeah, for that matter” I replied. “I have.”

“Doesn’t it seem like a mission failure Bond? I mean, with you unarmed with a gun to your head? It sure does to me.”

“It doesn’t to me!” I cried, dropping to the floor as a parry of bullets left the strangled wreck of the truck. Wade and his boys were here and right on time too. Nice.

I looked up to see Trevelyan and his bodyguards disappear into the thick shrubs.

“Stop firing!” I called. “So I see you kicked your butt into gear did you?”

“Shut it Bond, be pleased we got here before you died.”

“Don’t act hard, it don’t suit you” I replied hastily.

“Next time I won’t bother showing up then!”

“Fine!”

“Fine then!”

“I know it is!”

“Yeah!”

“Yeah!”

I turned and walked off, muttering to myself. “Jerk-off.”

“I heard that turnip face.”

“Shut it dweeb.”

“C’mon then!”

“Keep your hair on Wade you haven’t got much left.”

“C’mon then.”

“Nerd features.”

“C’mon then.”

“Fat face.

“C’mon then.”

“Is that the only line you know?”

“C’mon then.”

I turned and walked off.

He followed saying “C’mon then.”

I retrieved my PP7 and turned to him. “You want a fight minced face? Come and get it!”

He headed towards me. “C’mon then” he called.

“Smegging hell, the freaks gonna have a fight.” I exclaimed.

He approached.

“So you do want a fight do you?” I questioned.

“Yeah if you’re game.” He replied.

“Well duh, of course I’ll fight. I asked you for it.” I smirked.

So the battle commenced.

“It’ll all end in tears” someone called from the audience.

But did he listen? Did he heck.

I sparked him and bunted him until he stoned out, then shovelled his body aside.

“He’ll have a shiner” someone said.

“Yeah the silly geezer” called someone else.

“Obvious he’d lose want it” called another.

“Ah true” cried another.

I turned and leisurely walked away shaking my head. “Shouldn’t play big boy games grandpa” I cried, kicking him in the face.

He rolled into a strangled heap on the floor. There he lay lifeless and dull. As if God had taken his life in exchange for eternity to forever live. A miniature stream of blood trickled from his ear and fell onto the floor. A pool of blood bundled from his mouth and the soil soaked it up on impact.

His eyes rolled about wildly as if he had no control over them and finally ended up looking into the back of his head. Blood streamed from his nose and he had severe wounds to his arms. Grazes covered the majority of his face and the parts that had no grazes had cuts instead. His clothes were stained red with blood, and the little hair he had was too.

I heaved. Then I could hold it no longer. I spewed up in a bush. The branches were decorated with bits of steak and kidney. The leaves coated in a yellowy substance. Sicko.

I walked to the Porsche that lay in wait not far away.

“Where’d you think you’re going? You’re not just leaving him there are you?” called a helper.

“Yeah I am as a matter of fact.” I replied.

“No you can’t Bond, or else…”

“Or else what?! You want to make something of it?”

“No!” he replied backing away.

I clambered into the car and revved up the engine. A lot of dusty smoke left the exhaust pipe. Ashes floated about as if on bits of string. I put my foot down and the engine sprang to life. I rode away at an amazing pace and the wind sifted my hair.

A few hours later I arrived at my apartment. It wasn’t much but after all it was somewhere to sleep rather than in a doorway. You people who sleep in doorways, I’m not trying to get at you but, erm well basically you’re sad. Very sad.

As soon as I entered I sensed there was something wrong. Books were scattered all over the place and the cupboards had all been up turned. The bed covers had been removed from the bed and thrown over the chair. There was a mysterious lump beneath the covers.

I slowly approached grasping my PP7 silenced, and very quickly ripped back the covers to reveal… a dog. I breathed a sigh of relief and slumped into another chair. I got to my feet and opened the curtain.

“No!” I cried dropping to my knees. The £1,000 vase I’d bought from Spain lay shattered in the sill. The fragments too delicate and tiny to piece together. I walked to the chair and grabbed the mutt by its collar. I led him to the door and kicked the dog out.

It didn’t stir though. I didn’t get no kip in that night I was too busy sorting out my house.

I turned up at the office to be confronted by The Boss.

“Why have you put Jack Wade in hospital?” he boomed so loud he could blow you away.

“I haven’t, the ambulance did.” I replied.

“Well why did you beat him in?”

“Well he was asking for it.”

“That’s no reason. Go on, if you enjoy hitting people then hit me!”

“No” I replied.

“Go on, hit me, go on right there” he jeered pointing at his nose.

I launched forward and jawed him then sparked him.

“You hit me” he glared.

“I didn’t mean to” I replied.

“No, no you hit me” he said.

“I know, and I’m sorry.”

He threw himself at me wailing wildly.

We both went down and he squashed me to the pulp. All I could do was gasp and gulp. At one point life seemed as if it was about to end but luckily the fat man rolled off me. I choked then kicked him in the softest part of his body.

Now it was his turn to gasp and gulp. His eyes widened and I got to my feet.

“See you later… Boss” I said as I walked out the room.

He stood there grasping his groin, then he got to his feet and yelled “Bond, you’re fired!”

“Me!” I screeched walking back into the room. “Me? I’m fired? You’re the stupid fat jabba who asked for the fight!”

“Give me the bullets” he said.

“Where’d you want them, in your forehead or your stomach?” I asked.

“In my hand” he said.

I pulled out my DD44 Dostovoi that had been at home. I aimed it at his head and pulled back the trigger. A thin jet of water shot out and struck him in the face.

“It’s not a real gun?” he spluttered in relief.

“No, but this one is!” I said removing my Cougar Magnum and aiming at his foot. I shot.

“Agh!” he shouted, dancing about in a wild stance.

I aimed at his head.

By now the audience had gathered and stood cheering in the doorway and round the windows. He would be haunted forever now by photos of his wild hooligan dance. The audience snapped quick shots at any opportunity. Then I shot him in the ankle. He dropped, eyes wide in pure fear and terror. No more walking for a while.

I left the office building with a chant ringing in my ears.

“Sack, sack, sack, sack!”

I remember the words from bosses lips. “You’re fired” and remember shoving him out of the window of the third floor. Guess how I left the building? That’s right, in the back of a riot van. Guess how Boss left? In an ambulance on a stretcher. I took that as revenge. But not enough. I’d have to get him back some other way to hurt him even more. Then a plan slotted itself into my brain. A nasty plot.

That very night it was when I’d been released. I sneaked to the office building. I defused the cameras and then set to work. I set a fuse to some gunpowder and then torched the place. I also to the fuse, then I got out as quickly as possible, drove a little further up the street and watched it go up in my rear view mirror. Nice.

The whole building gradually turned to a burnt out wreck. And I was already gone when the bobby’s turned up. I rode the street smiling to myself. Until I was surrounded by the pigs.

That was when I got caught. I’d had my revenge on Boss but not my revenge on Trevelyan. I would seek him down and slit his throat. When I got out of this riot van. I guess when I’d attempt? Now? Ieapt to my feet and booted a bobby across the van, and he stoned out on the side. The I uppercutted the other one. I opened the rear door and jumped.

I felt my body hit on the stony gravel and it felt like someone dropping an anvil on my back. I lay there squirming until the pain left. I attempted to get to my feet but failed miserably. I shook my head to try and return my view to normal but instead all that happened was I got a thumping headache. I winced in sheer pain and screwed up my face. I felt a sharp stone pressing into my back as I lay in the centre of the road. I couldn’t move. I was paralysed.

The was nothing like Goldfinger or Moonraker. Nor From Russia With Love. For that matter it wasn’t like Her Majesties Secret Service or Diamonds Are Forever either. Or Licence to Kill, or Tomorrow Never Dies, Doctor No or Live or Let Die. The Living Daylights, For Your Eyes Only. This was a completely different experience. A unique act so where’s the camera and film crew when you need them? Filming someone else? Then to round it all off, a motor car at high speed came raring down the road towards me. “Oh…” I never got to finish that sentence. I was up and into the ditch faster than ever. The car whizzed past and soaked me. I realised I noticed the driver. Miss Natalya Simonova who I’d met when I was caught in the Severneya by the Spetznaz. The car reared over sideways and halted next to the kerb. The door opened and I heard a faint familiar voice.

“Hop in, if you can.”

I staggered to my feet and clambered out of the ditch. Then slid my dirty body into the car. It was a carnelian red Vauxhall Carlton, a total rust wreck.

There was another passenger whose identity couldn’t be revealed but there was one obvious thing. He had a gun! And was aiming it at Natalya Simonova! I reached for my gun, but before I could reach it I heard a voice.

“Don’t bother Bond!”

It was now clear who was behind this. Alec Trevelyan, traitor 006. Now working for the Janus.

There were two other familiar members in the team; Boris Grishenko the computer technician and programmer, and Xenia Onatopp, Trevelyan’s female accomplice. And of course not forgetting Sgt. Arkady Ourumov. He was a bit of a handful. With his use in the GRU Military Intelligence HQ. Xenia was the woman with thighs of steel. She used them to squeeze the pulp out of people. Boris Grishenko was a professional computer technician who previously worked for NASA, the space communications. And guess what they had access too… yep, the Goldeneye satellite.

I’ll have to regain control of the space weapon, or else the whole world could be held ransom.

My body slammed into the floor. I felt pain shoot up my spine. I was in agony.

My bungee rope was firmly wound around me. I took out my grappling gun and ran along the dam. Guards died in my run, and I attached the covert modem in place. I shot the guards out of the lookout towers with my sniper rifle, and they tumble over the sides plunging to their deaths.

“Oop’s, I slipped” I laughed.

I slid down the ladder to the door and slipped in unnoticed. I was in the dam.

I ran down the corridor and clambered on the sewage pipes above the corridor. I clambered along silently. I hung dangerously above a guard and picked the right moment to shoot a bullet through his head. But it was silenced.

I ran along the pipes above everyone until I reached the computer room.

I shot the guards quickly and then hacked in the mainframe and MI6 intercepted data back up. Then I clambered up onto the overhead conveyor belt and began my long route through the tunnels to the end. Then I climbed off and ran out the door. I flew up the ladder and onto the dam, then clambered onto the disposal platform. I tied the bungee rope securely, and checked it to make sure because one little upset and the results could be devastating.

I couldn’t check it again as the military forces came behind me. So I hastily left the platform. The wind whistled through my hair and the ground came closer. I winced and screwed up my face. I could hardly breathe.

The I stopped I shot up into the air, and then came back down swinging sideways. I finally stopped and pulled out my grappling gun. I wound myself to the floor and clambered off.

I looked up the dam face to see troops absailing after me. But anyway, I’d lose them in the ventilation. I pulled out my watch laser and set a hole into the ventilation. I have to find Trevelyan and destroy the tanks in the bottling room. I have ten remote mines to set. I climbed into the ventilation and began crawling quickly to my key destination, when the floor fell through and I was dropped into the middle of a meal!

Guards sat staring at me.

“Eh, sorry I forgot to knock.”

An axe head thundered next to my head. “I noticed!”

“I had a feeling you’d drop in Bond. Feeling peckish on the job?”

“Trevelyan, is that you?”

“Who’s he? You’ve got eyes in your head. Use them, that’s what God gave you them for.”

“Did he?”

“Be a man, James.”

“A man? I seem to have forgotten what men are. I’m sure if you reminded me it would all come flooding back.”

“Allow me to remind you then, Bond.” He said grabbing down below and squeezing.

“Ok… I… remem… beerrrr” I gasped wincing.

“Take him away boys.”

“I don’t think so” I said, producing a grenade launcher.

“I do” he replied removing a Cougar Magnum from his trouser pocket. He aimed it for my head. “Drop the weapon Bond” he said shaking his head. “You know you’re pathetic compared to me.”

“Or am I?” I said.

“Yes.”

“No Trevie, the gun ain’t loaded.”

“Yes it is. Let me prove it” he said.

He aimed at my head and shot. Click.

“Told you!” I said leaping back into the ventilation. “Catch you around Trevelyan!” I said removing the pin from a hand grenade and tossing it to him.

I heard a faint boom as I scurried into the distance. I crawled above the toilets and looked in. A guard sat reading the newspaper so I dropped a timed mine onto the wall behind him. I backed away.

I looked in to see the body lying black on the floor. As I would of guessed, it had caught the attention of the guards who had sounded the alarm. I looked back to see the guards who had absailed down the dam hot in pursuit.

“Sugar!” I cried and removed my KF7 Soviet. I took aim and blasted the guards brains out. Soon the bullets had formed a solid wall between me and the rest of the guards. I turned and looked out the hatch and a Russian infantry stood grasping his automatic shotgun.

“Drop your gun” he said in Russian, but I translated it.

“Fine” I said dropping my KF7 Soviet onto his head and knocking him stone cold. He dropped to the floor and I got his automatic shotgun. “Guess what Trevelyan. I’ve got a gun, and it’s reckoning time!”

I ran in the corridor and shot down the gunman who was clutching a bowl of meat. I slid into the alcove. There was little light and not much space. I slid across the curtain and opened a panel in the wall. I needed the access code so I entered it into the data panel. B.O.O.T.E.D. <return>. The wall slid sideways and left a concealed passage that led to the nuclear bottling area. I ran in.

I emerged from the shadows and ran towards the liquid nitrogen tanks. A gun to my head told me to stop. I lifted my gun and shot the tank, and a misty steam wrapped through the air. I turned to see a frozen guard holding a DD44 Dostovoi.

“I’ll have that, thank you” I said snapping the gun off, and his hand in the process. I attached timed mines to the nuclear tanks and then made off towards the door.

“Why so much haste, James?” came a familiar voice. “Why not hang around for the fireworks?”

“Trevelyan?” I said before I even turned to face him.

A figure dressed in black and clutching a ski mask that had been freshly removed from his face appeared from the misty gloom.

“No, General Arkady Ourumov.”

“General Arkady what?”

“Nice of you to drop by.”

“Eh, facts are facts. I didn’t drop by, I walked in.”

“Come out, come out wherever you are soldiers.”

“You mean there are more of these guys?”

“Yeah, of course there are.”

Soldiers left their hiding positions.

“The timer is set, is it not, Mr. Bond?”

“Yep. It’s gonna blow in about a minute. It’ll take us all with it.”

“No, instead it’ll take you Mr. Bond. We’re going out. Bye Bond, hope you can eat dust.”

They left the room, and I heard the key turn in a lock. I was stuffed. Then I saw… and a plan… I would escape… if only… No I could… but… it was my only chance!

I clambered onto the conveyor belt and lay down. The machine wasn’t on but it was about to start up. I bent my head low and lay flat. The mechanics started above my head and I had to virtually mould and force myself into the metal. I had no way of knowing when the conveyor belt would stop due to my weight.

Luckily daylight drew near, and still the belt had not stopped. It was by lucky day… but then the belt stopped, and the mechanics continued above me. I was dead. The liquid nitrogen would power up the tunnel and freeze me solid. I imagined the liquid nitrogen freezing me stiff.

Then the belt kicked in. Backwards.

I was drove towards the liquid nitrogen room! My life narrowed and death was near. I fell off the conveyor belt onto the cold tiled floor. My last chance was to disable the mines. I ran towards the tanks and dropped next to the mine. Time to disable. I looked at the timer. 3… 2… 1… BOOM.

I felt deaths icy fingers wrap around my heart. I felt the ice plunge through me. Death had claimed yet another soul to rest in his fiery den.