Finger On The Trigger

Can James Bond afford to relax after thwarting a Spanish terrorist attack on Gibraltar? The first fan fiction short story by Jon Onyon brings 007 face to face with an old enemy... Excerpt The cigarette case looked ordinary enough. But Bond new it was not. “Listen closely 007. You open it like so, and then along the hinge is the barrel with the small metal pellets. They will kill a person if they are pointed in the correct direction. To activate it there is a small trigger here that can be pressed very discreetly” Q then looked up at Bond. “I don’t suppose we could have this back one day - it’s a prototype and very expensive to make.” Discuss "Finger On The Trigger" You can discuss "Finger On The Trigger" and post questions to author Jon Onyon in the Keeping The British End Up forums: "Finger On The Trigger" discussion thread Fan Fiction Authors Have you written a piece of James Bond fan fiction, either a novel or short story? Interested in getting you work published on MI6? Contact our fan fiction editor who can guide you through the easy process: Submit Fan Fiction   (click to enlarge) Author Jon Onyon Released December 2003 Format Short Story Cover Art Odd Job

"Finger On The Trigger" by Jon Onyon

1 – Sex for Dinner, Death for Breakfast

Bond rose from the sheets of his double bed. He had spent the night with a beautiful Spanish woman in a hotel in mainland Spain not to far from Gibraltar. But Bond sensed something strange about her. The week before he had thwarted efforts from a small Spanish terrorist group’s attempts at sabotaging a holiday resort in Gibraltar. A small matter that he had been called in for and he handled with ease against an inexperienced group.
“James come back to bed,” said the stunningly beautiful Spanish girl.
Bond was tempted but something was up it was 10 o’clock. She was trying to keep him here. Was she? Maybe he was just being paranoid. Just as that thought came into his mind two men shot through the window next to the bed shattering the glass. The glass was spread all over the floor. One of the two men landed on his feet the other on his back. They were dressed all in black and had pistols in their waist holsters. Bond stood on the furthest side of the bed from the to the two men. Bond had no time to think. He saw the man on the floor as no immediate danger so he went for the one standing up. Bond jumped across the bed and rugby tackled the man to the floor. He punched him in the face hard he did it again and again. The man was out cold. He then turned the other man who was getting up from the floor. The man already had his pistol out.
“Hold it right there” said the man. “Don’t move a muscle”.
Bond did so and stayed on the floor. He was leaning on the unconscious man he had just conquered. Bond pretended to be tired from the leap and fight. Bond’s right hand was behind his back searching for the pistol of the person he had just knocked out. The man holding the gun towards him was weak and Bond new this because the whole of the small army he had just destroyed was weak. He new that if he could get rid of the threat of the pistol in his face he would win in hand-to-hand combat rather easily. Found It! Bond’s hand was on the pistol of the unconscious man. Bond must now discreetly take it from his holster and shoot the man holding Bond’s life in his hand.
“Well we have found out about you Mr?”
“Smith, Kevin Smith” Bond said because he new that these idiots had no power and couldn’t find out anything of importance.
“Well Smith we have found out about you. You are a paid assassin. But what we don’t know is who paid you.” The man still held the gun in front of Bond.
“Well I’m afraid you will never live to find out,” said Bond in an arrogant fashion.
“And how is that Mr Smith” laughed the Spanish man who was dressed in black.
“This is how,” Bond said as he raised his right hand with the pistol in it. BANG! Bond shot a single bullet into the forehead of the laughing man. The man fell to the floor. Bond got to his feet and walked over the lifeless corpse. “And it’s Bond, James Bond” he said to the dead body. Bond smiled to himself at the thought of these two fools. They were amateurs. Bond had forgotten about the girl in the bed he had not heard her scream. He wondered how this was for her. He looked over to her she was on the opposite side of the bed.
“Well Mr Bond, now we do know who you are” The beautiful Spanish girl spoke. Bond thought to himself how foolish of him to forget his previous thoughts. He had been careless.
“Drop the gun,” She said pointing Bond’s ppk in his direction. She had obviously picked up Bond’s gun from the bedside chair while he was taking care of the two intruders. Bond did so. He was standing next to the shattered window. He remembered that the men had come in by rope and obviously from above. He had to rely on guesses to get out of this. Would there be someone on the above roof to help the two men who came crashing through the window. The Hotel they were in had four floors. Bond’s room was on the Second floor. Bond thought that he could jump out through the window and grab on to one of the two ropes that should be there and climb to the top. Easier thought then done.
“Well Mr Bond who was the person who paid you to kill our Leader” She said.
Not only had Bond killed there leader he had sabotage many of their vehicles and blown up their base. Bond was waiting for the perfect time to escape. The Spanish girl lowered her arm with the gun in to her waist. It was still pointing at Bond. Bond sensed that the chance would come soon. When she was talking would be the best chance. Bond decided to make conversation.
“And what would my punishment be if I refused to tell you” Bond smiled as he spoke reminiscing of the night with her.
“Well Mr Bond you’ve had the pleasure and now you will have…Stop.” She stopped in mid sentence as Bond leaped for the ropes out side the window. He grabbed hold of the left one and held tight his wait almost dragged him down a little but he held on. The girl fired a shot at Bond; he heard it go whistling by. Bond started to climb using his legs against the wall to move him up further. Bond had quickly got himself to the window of the fourth floor. He heard another gun shot fly by him. He looked back and the Spanish girl was leaning out the window pointing Bond’s gun upwards. She could not get a clear shot at him as he kept swaying. Bond’s feet were now on the window of the fourth floor. He heard a crack. He looked at the window and it was breaking. He had to climb quickly before the window caved in. If it did he could fall through it. Too late the window smashed and Bond flew into it and let go of the rope as he did he landed on a bed. There was a young lady sitting on the covers watching the TV. They looked at each other. “I’m ever so sorry, I must have got the wrong room” He smiled at her. She smiled back speechless. She was wondering who is this dark hansom stranger.
Bond had just remembered an important fact that he stupidly overlooked. His Aston Martin was parked directly outside under his window in the car park.
Bond looked at the pretty girl and said “I must be going. Have a good stay”. With these words he left her and borrowed some leather gloves that were on her window table. He checked the rope was long enough. When he looked down he saw the Spanish girl trying to climb up the rope. He put the gloves on and jumped onto the rope he loosened his grip on the rope and slid down at a steady speed. When he approached the struggling Spanish girl he let go even more. He slid through the person who had tried to kill him and knocked her off to her peril. She fell and hit the floor hard. Bond thought she may be dead but she may not be. It was 50/50, but she certainly was not a threat anymore as she was out cold. He slid down the rope and landed on the roof of his Aston Martin. His keys where in his room but the Aston Martin could be opened with Bond’s voice. Bond got down from the roof of the car and spoke clearly to it.
“Unlock car”
The car unlocked and Bond got in. He did not want to hang around encase of any further hassle from the police. He sped of into the night. Choice of destination - Home.

2 – Lunch at HQ

Bond put his winter coat on the hook in M’s secretary’s Office.
“Moneypenny” Bond spoke as he nodded at her.
“Hello James” Moneypenny replied.
“Is Tanner available” Bond said.
“He’s just in M’s office he should be out soon,” Moneypenny said pointing in the direction of M’s office.
“Good” Bond said as he moved towards the window to look out at the poring rain. He spoke commenting on what he saw out the window. “Horrible weather isn’t it Penny”.
“Yes it is James, The front entrance is a bit flooded, the drains blocked apparently”.
“Is it penny?” Bond said. There was no feeling between the two today for some reason Bond seemed a million miles away to Moneypenny. The usual flirting was not there.
“Is there something wrong James” Penny sounded concerned.
“No, I think its just the weather getting me down” Bond said.
“Could it be something to do with your retirement coming up James?” Moneypenny asked.
“Maybe” Bond said coldly. He was annoyed that this had been brought up and wanted Tanner to come out right this second. They were to go for lunch as they usually did when Bond was at HQ. Retirement. He was hopeful of one last mission before his time was up. He had had some great times. He desperately wanted more though. Retirement was going to be terrible. He couldn’t bear the thought. He changed the subject quickly with Moneypenny and the two got on like usual.

The Red light on the wall by M’s office turned to Green. Tanner came out the wooden doors. He looked up at Bond “Hello Bond”.
“Hello Tanner” Bond said smiling at him “Free for lunch?” Bond asked.
“Yes I’ll be with you in a minute” Tanner said as he left some files with Penny.
“Ok” Bond said picking up his coat from the coat hook.
“Right, I ‘m good to go Bond” Tanner spoke as he waved goodbye to Penny.
Bond opened the door for Tanner and said his goodbyes to Penny. She smiled and blew him a kiss. Bond looked down at his watch it was 1.30. The two men worked there way to the ground floor of HQ. The Refectory was not far from the main reception. It was moderately empty and there were plenty of spaces to sit. Bond noticed a fellow 00 sitting on his own reading the Times.
“Oh look there is that new 00, I haven’t had much time to speak to him lets go and sit with him” Bond said to Tanner.
Tanner nodded in reply. “Ex-RAF apparently, He is an expert in Karate as well. He should be very useful to the service”.
The two men worked there way in and out of the tables to go and sit with this man. Arthur Stewart was his name if Bond had remembered correctly. Stewart was a Scottish name, although he didn’t sound Scottish so Bond had presumed his ancestors had come from their time ago. But one could never tell how long in these days. M was full of praise for the Man. He was new and you always have to look out for the new ones. Over the years Bond had seen quite a few new 00’s come and go. Some didn’t last long at all. While Bond had been in the secret service he was the longest lasting agent as far as he new. Steward was about 6ft; He had a short military cut hairstyle and was his build was fairly stocky. Bond thought to himself how could this man be an expert at Karate he is to tall and built for it. Stewart had a tough look to him. Bond thought that he must be a good fighter.
“Hello Stewart” Bond said as he and Tanner sat down.
Stewart lifted his head from his paper and greeted the two men. “Hello Bond, Chief of Staff”.
Tanner nodded at Stewart. Arthur has almost finished his lunch. So he would not be there much longer. The Three Men sat and talked for a while then Stewart left about 10 minutes after Bond and Tanner had arrived to continue his work. After that Bond and Tanner had there lunch. About Half way through it Moneypenny came down and told Tanner that he was needed in M’s office on the double. The two of them left for M’s office.

“Hurry up, for God’s sake Chief of Staff” M said sounding like this was an urgent matter. “Right I have to be in two places at once this weekend, so naturally you will have to fill in one”.
“Yes Sir” Tanner said.
“Well I don’t think you will fit in at my niece’s wedding so you can handle the business in Canada” M looked up at Tanner. “It’ll be a nice holiday for you, lovely place to go”.
“Yes Sir”
“All it is, is doting the I’s and crossing the T’s. Simple, But they need someone of authority over there.” M Waved his hand towards the door. “That is all, dismissed”.
“Thank you Sir” Tanner said as he left the office.
It was a short meeting and Tanner was quite looking forward to visiting Canada. He had never been and it would be a rare business trip for himself. He was also annoyed that M has made such a fuss about such a minor event. It could have waited till after lunch at least. But he dared not to question M’s timing. The old man new what he was doing.

M picked up his phone and spoke to Moneypenny “Call me Bond, Its not urgent just get him here within the next hour”. M put down the phone and continued through the files he was working his way through. Moneypenny immediately rang Bond’s Secretary. She left a message with her for Bond to report to M after he had finished lunch.

3 - Armourers Advice

“Well 007, head down to see Q at once” M said as he rose from the desk to take a cigar from his case, which was on the far side of his desk.
“Yes Sir” Bond said as he turned to exit M’s office.
“Don’t press any buttons when you’re down there 007. I get complaints every time you show your face down there about you messing with Q’s Equipment”
Bond looked back and said nothing and continued out of M’s office.

Q was in the basement of HQ where his branch of The Secret Service was hard at work as always. There were so many geniuses locked away in this stale old basement. These people had worked hard all their life to create such brilliant devices and weapons. They like Bond were underpaid geniuses. They were at the top of there profession. They could leave though and find higher paid jobs at no risk to the service at other businesses. Bond could not do this. If he wanted to leave his profession he would have to join the other side. He would never do such a thing though. He was a murderer fit to do nothing but assassinate criminals. He was on the edge; He had always lived on the edge. He new that with a little nudge he could turn into to those he has killed over the years. But he would die before he let that happen. Bond walked through the many obstacles of unfinished work in the basement. Q never kept this place tidy. There was a Bomb to the right, a bomb to the left. What a disaster the place was. It was a health hazard to the people who worked here. Bond saw Q and walked over to him. Q was fiddling with what looked like a packet of Walkers crisps. Bond wondered what amazing gadget this was. Bond was standing behind Q and then he spoke to him “Having some trouble Q?”
The old Man turned around and looked up at Bond.
“Yes I ma as a matter of fact 007”.
“What amazing tricks come out of that bag then Q?”
“Salt and Vinegar, I cant open this blasted thing” Q said still trying to.
Bond was surprised that this was genuinely not a gadget. He took the packet from Q’s hands and opened them for him.
“Thank you 007, now to your new weapon. This will be very useful to you I feel”.
“Of course” Bond said.
The two men walked through the basement to the back where the shooting range is. Bond had practised shooting many times in this room. He new he was a good shot and also new he was the best shot in the secret service. He had over heard a conversation between M and Q once.
“Well 007 this is it its not your usual hand gun” Q held up gunmetal cigarette case.
Bond was pleased with the look of the weapon. It gave him a good excuse to start smoking again. He had stopped after a recommendation from the doctor. M didn’t think much of it these days. He did not like his 00 agents smoking. They had to be at the peak of there physical fitness. But it was almost a part of Bond’s live. He had an excuse now to start up again.
“Brilliant Q, where is the trigger” Bond said to Q
The cigarette case looked ordinary enough. But Bond new it was not.
“Listen closely 007. You open it like so, and then along the hinge is the barrel with the small metal pellets. They will kill a person if they are pointed in the correct direction. To activate it there is a small trigger here that can be pressed very discreetly” Q then looked up at Bond. “I don’t suppose we could have this back one day it’s a prototype and very expensive to make.”
Bond smiled at Q “I’ll treat it with the love and care that I treat all of Q Branches equipment”.
Q shook his head “great so that’s the last we will see of this”. Q handed Bond the cigarette case.
“Farewell Q”
“Goodbye 007” The frail old man said as 007 walked out with his new weapon. Bond new like him Q was near retirement. Not only was Q near retirement he was past the average allotted time for a man. He was 86 but he loved his work and had rejected many chances to retire. But I think he was finally feeling his age. This was similar to Bond, who was finding the battle harder by the day. He now relied on his experience much more and that was often what saved him.

4 – S.P.E.Comeback.T.R.E

The room was what looked like a meeting room. It was very large and had a huge expensive looking wooden table in the middle of it. There were four leather chairs on each side of the table, and one main chair that were larger and more comfortable looking then the others. The main chair was at the head of the table. Ten was the number of armed bodyguards on the outskirts of the room. There was a man in every seat. In front of each person there was a file. Every File read the same text.

Project: Comeback

The men around the table were talking to each other quietly before the meeting started. The man on the head chair rose hid hand.
“Quiet all” His accent was English with a slight hint of an Australian accent. The man was of medium height and looked a normal man but for the glass eye in his right eye. The eye was red and yellow and looked evil. This man probably has an array of glass eyes for all occasions. His face was normal looking. He had a normal sized mouth and ears. Although he had a nasty scar from his eye to his ear on his right side where the glass eye was.
One man continued to talk. One of the bodyguards proceeded towards him and grabbed his hand and placed it on the table. Another bodyguard came along and took a knife from his belt and chopped of the top of the man’s index finger. The man screamed out.
“Silence” shouted the man at the head of the table.
The bodyguards shoved a tissue in the man’s mouth so he could not make any more noise.
“Right, I may now begin. I’ll take it that know one else will continue talking when I intend to start” He looked around the table. No one spoke they all kept there head down.
“Now on with Project: Comeback. As you know the organisation has been in disrepute for many years. But now we are back and running and extremely healthy” The man rose from his seat and began pacing around the room as he spoke. “But before we release our self’s as a world wide threat we need to extinguish a flame, James Bond and his secret service”. The man smiled at the thought of defeating 007, then they would reveal themselves to the world. They would gain such a reputation from the feat. Smaller nations would fear them. Larger nations could not find them. They would be Indestructible.
“As I am speaking the first part of conquest over the secret service has begun. We have inside men and we shall take Bond’s feet from beneath him”. The man laughed a horrible laugh.

Tanner’s flight had been delayed half an hour. He was sitting in the waiting area he had already checked in his luggage fifteen minutes ago. He was reading today’s paper. Then a call came out on the loudspeaker.
“Calling Mr Davenport, please report to the main desk. Repeat…” The female voice repeated it. Davenport was the name in which Tanner had chosen to travel under. Tanner wondered what M would be wanting now. He made his way over to the main desk. The young lady at the desk showed him through to a back room. The kind of room where passengers went to be searched for illegal goods. Soon after Tanner went in a big tough looking man came in. Tanner did not recognise him and new M would not send a stranger.
“Who the bloody hells are you?” Tanner said.
The big man pulled out his pistol. It had a silencer on it.
“From S.P.E.C.T.R.E with love” The man pointed the pistol at Tanner. BANG!

M’s red phone rang. He picked it up.
“M speaking”
“Sir Tanner’s been murdered at the airport”
“Good god, When? How?” M said panicking.
The man on the other side of the phone proceeded to tell M the details. Tanner had been shot in the head and in the heart. He died instantly and there was a note left with him. Reading.

TO M
A WARNING FROM S.P.E.C.T.R.E
Hand over 007 or we will wipe out your staff. We know every thing about you. We are back and here to stay. Today was merely a threat of what we can do.

M wanted the document that read this death threat. He told the man to keep this under covers. MI5 was to deal with this usually but since it involved an MI6 man they would control the investigation. M did not know weather he should believe the letter. SPECTRE had been dismantled long ago. Could be there doing or just a well-informed Hoaxer. Whoever it was new more then they should. M decided to call a Code Red. A code red would mean the headquarters is on top security level. Coming’s and going’s where monitored with extreme observation.

5 – Code Red

M had made sure that it was made clear that this was no drill to his staff. The top secret Archive was locked and only available to M. M decided to call 007 and inform him about the matter. He picked up his phone that was connected to Moneypenny.
“Moneypenny get me Bond. And you know what has happened to Tanner can you please take his roles for the mean time”
“Ok Sir” said Moneypenny.
Bond did not know what had happened to Tanner. He would be affected badly. He and Tanner where good friends, they always tried to have lunch together at HQ. They also went out together some nights of the week when Bond was not on an assignment. This would be a hard thing for M to tell Bond. But M would be strong and tell him straight.

Moneypenny rang up Bond’s secretary and told her to get Bond to M’s office immediately. She did so and Bond was with Moneypenny in a matter of minutes. Bond walked through the door and put his coat on the hook.
“Hello Moneypenny”
“Hello James, go right in he’s waiting for you”
Bond walked in to M’s office. M was sitting in his chair behind his desk reading a file.
“Have a seat Bond”
Bond did so and sat facing M. M put down the file he was reading.
“Listen Bond Tanner’s been murdered” M jumped straight to the point and didn’t fuss about. This shocked Bond and he didn’t know what to think. There was a brief silence as Bond took this in. Tanner was Bond’s nest friend at HQ. How could he be dead how could someone breach MI6’s security like so. This was not only bad for Bond but also bad for the Secret Service. A security breach like this would ruin their reputation. Who could have done such a thing though Bond.
“Who killed him sir?” said Bond who was looking calm as usual but he was turning insane on the inside.
Bond would want to kill whoever the name was in the answer. The added factor that it was SPECTRE would increase his anger more. But Blofeld the murderer of Bond’s wife would not be behind it. But his creation was still up and running.
“Well we are not sure yet but there was a not left with him” M handed Bond the note. Bond read it. This outraged him and he new that he would spare no remorse in murdering any SPECTRE agent he came across. Bond thought what now would be asked of him from M.
M spoke “007 this is a 00-Code-Red as well. As they are after you, I feel it best to bring in the “dummy plan”. You know full well what it is and where your man is”.
The dummy plan was a secret plan for 00 agents if ever there cover blown and an assassin is after them. Somewhere across the world there would be a person who looked just like a 00 who would be paid to take his role. Sometimes plastic surgery was used to implement this. This person knows the rules and is paid generously. Bond’s impersonator is placed in Florida, America. Bond despised the plan. All he really wanted to do was to hunt down the killer of his friend Tanner. There was so much anger building up inside him. Could Blofeld of returned? No he couldn’t. Could the new leader be a descendent of Bond’s old adversary. Bond could control his anger so he would not burst out and pick on any person. He would keep it deep inside him till he met the killer. He was going to wipe out anyone he came across in SPECTRE. But it may take time. Maybe the best thing was to wait until the right opportunity would come up. It may be best to sit back and reassess the situation before diving in. He remembered a saying ‘Wise men say only fools Rush in’. He decided he would go along with the dummy plan but any chance he got he would take on SPECTRE.
“May I remind you that you don’t have any choice 007” M said almost reading Bond’s mind. They new each other very well.
“You are to leave the country discreetly 007. You shall be taken down to the disguises section in Q branch. They will give you the necessary equipment. You may take of the disguise only once picked up from Florida Airport.” M had finished and said one last word before he dismissed Bond.
“Don’t go upsetting any of the locals 007”
Bond smiled back at the old man.
“Don’t worry about that Sir,” He exited M’s office.

Bond went down and got his disguise done. He was to leave a.s.a.p. He would set of to his flat and inform his housekeeper of the “dummy plan”. She new about the plan and what to do. He would not take any clothes as the two men where swapping identity. Which meant basically every thing. The only weapon’s Bond took was his spare PPK and the gunmetal fag case gun that Q had given him. Bond was going to enjoy this trip and then after a nice break he would get back to work on the case of SPECTRE.
The flight was around 7 hours so Bond would have plenty of time to read and learn of the man’s life he was to take. The man was called John Gregan. He owned a small second hand car company. He enjoyed gambling on a Friday night. Bond liked the sound of that. He is not married and lives with his half-sister. His sister’s is name Topaz Gregan; she works as an assistant in his car company and is 26 years old. There were pictures in the file. The one of John Gregan looked exactly like Bond. Bond was shocked at the resemblance. Then he looked at the one of Topaz. She was stunning. Bond smiled at the prospect of meeting her. No doubt she would know that he was not really her brother. Topaz had long brown hair down to just below her shoulders. She had enchanting Brown eyes and a tanned skin tone. Her skin looked soft and warm. She looked perfect, she had wonderful lips that were slightly larger than the average lips. Her nose was just the right size, straight and not too pointy at the end. Topaz, what a beautiful and rare name. Bond was looking more forward to the trip by the second.

6 Topaz

Bond’s flight arrived around Lunchtime. Bond had changed his watch to the American time when he was at about the half waypoint of his plain journey. Bond wasn’t sure who was to pick him up from the airport he just new that this person would recognise him. Bond hopped that Topaz Gregan would pick him up. Bond went towards customs. He got out his passport, which actually said he was an American. Bond hoped he was not to be asked any questions; his attempt at an American accent may not be believable. He took his passport up and showed it to customs. The man looked at it. Then he looked back at bond and spoke
“There’s a message for you Sir. Please go through into that room” The man pointed at the room where people where usually investigated into about drugs and weapons and what not. Bond walked through and entered the room. There was a man sitting with his back to Bond. The man turned around and looked at Bond.
“Hello James” Said the familiar voice of a Friend.
“Felix” Bond was not expecting to see him.
“I cant take to long I don’t want our organizations to get into an argument over this. I shouldn’t really be here its probably endangering you”
“Don’t worry Felix. Seeing a old friend is worth it”
“Well There’s a very attractive lady out there waiting for you. So I hope you have fun in Florida. Remember If you get in any trouble don’t forget to call me. I could do with an adventure.”
The two men said their good byes and left each other with a handshake. Bond wished they could have spent more time together but there where strict rules in the “dummy plan”. Bond went out side the airport to where there be a queue of taxis. Bond now new that Topaz would be waiting for him. He looked around for her. Then from behind him a person poked him and said hello. Bond turned around and looked at the beautiful woman. It was Topaz, She was even more pretty then her picture.
“Hello” said Bond who was taken in by her beauty, which almost left him speechless.
“I’m Topaz, You know like the gem”
“Yes you certainly are a gem,” Bond said smiling.
She blushed and then led Bond to her car. They got in and started on their journey to Bond’s new home. The two where silent for a while Bond sensed that she was a bit worried. But then she spoke to reveal all.
“He’s not going to come back is he” She asked not looking into Bond’s face.
“What makes you say that?”
“Well why the hell would he get so much money and have plastic surgery for one trip a lifetime. He’s already said that all the money will be going to me.”
“This is only temporary he will return”
“You know he’s all I’ve got. We stick together we are the only ones of our family left.”
Bond said nothing and had already predicted her brother’s death. That was what he signed up for. He new the risks and she must as well. Topaz put this to the back of her mind and started making conversation with Bond.
“Your taller then my brother and you are better looking. He has loads of nasty scars around his face from his plastic surgery. He didn’t have much because he looked pretty much like you from the start”
Bond said “Thank you”
“So what’s your real name or am I not aloud to know?”
“Bond, James Bond”
“James. That was my father’s name he was English”
“Oh really, Where was he from?”
“He was from in St Albans, Hertfordshire. I’m not sure where that is but I think its near London”
“Yes it is” Bond said listening to her beautiful voice.
“Well my mum lived in England as well, she was half Jamaican. My brothers had a different mother but we are still close”
Topaz was very polite and well spoken. She was very talkative. She had an American accent with a hint of Englishness in there from time to time.
“Where is your place by the way?” Bond asked so he had more idea where they were going.
“Its on the cost it will take us about 40 minutes to get there”
“Ok. What is my daily routine like? Do I spend much time with you” said Bond hoping the answer is yes. He had already read John Gregan’s usual routine but Topaz was mentioned little.
“Yea we will we live together and work together.”
“Good. What side of the bed do you want?” Bond said smiling.
“You are playing my brother remember James. Our bedrooms are next to each other. But don’t get any ideas I’m not an easy catch. Not even to a hansom man from England”
Bond already had this down as one of his aims while here. Get closer to this beautiful and kind girl from Florida. What else had he to do he would keep him self in shape and take on John Gregan’s jobs that was bout it. There was plenty of time to get to know this young lady.
Bond decided to ask her if she would let him take her out for dinner.
“Would you like to go out for dinner tonight? You can choose where we go as I do not know any places around here.”
She blushed and replied to Bond’s request.
“Yes I would love to. We can arrange it later as we will be spending a lot of time together.”
Topaz was happy that he asked her out. Bond new this by the look on her face.
“There is one or two things you need to know about my brother by the way,” Topaz continued “He is a gambler. I think he is in some sort of trouble with the mob around here. He hasn’t told me anything but He’s lost a bit of money that is why he agreed to swap with you. He said he was going to withdraw from the plan.” She sounded worried.
“Don’t worry Il sort it out” said Bond
“There a dangerous group every one fears them around here”
Bond thought yes a bit of gambling and action. He would not be afraid of them He would take them on and enjoy it. The two arrived at Topaz’s home and settled in. Topaz went out for a while to check up on the used car company. She had taken time of to collect Bond from the airport and did not ask him to come with her. It was a Thursday today so Bond would only have to work at the used car company tomorrow and then have the weekend free to spend with Topaz. If she wanted to.

7 Sunset to Sunrise

Topaz arrived back from the used car garage late afternoon and got ready for an evening with the hansom gentleman from England. Bond searched through John Gregan’s draws for clothes to wear. He picked out a nice black suite with a white shirt and navy tie. Bond was quite impressed with how he looked.