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+1  ajb007/cheers

“I didn’t lose a friend, I just realised I never had one.”

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AlphaOmegaSin wrote:

Very good  ajb007/martini Where do you get your writing Skills from?

Writing skills? I wasn't aware I had any!

Life & life experiences - that's all (not that I've ever been a spy). After a couple of decades of literary inactivity I am beginning to find my feet again. A faltering start I know but hey I'm no IF. 'An Ungentlemanly Act' is going to be much longer than the previous effort, part two had largely been completed but I have decided to add some new content.

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Here's the first chapter of a novel.  I'd call the chapter "Hour of the Wolf."  In fact, that might be a good title for a Bond book.


Bond checked his Rolex.  Four a.m.  The hour of the wolf.  The time when the body is at its lowest ebb.  The time when most people die, when nightmares are at their worst, and demons roam the land.  Bond’s current demon was named Stanislav.

    Bond took a silver flask from his regulation-issue pea coat and swallowed another swig of the Albanian brandy.  He felt the burn in his throat and in his belly.  He offered the flask to Milos, his driver.

    “Albanian!” Milos made a retching noise.  “Like dishwater.”

    “Really?  I hadn’t noticed any difference between this and your Serbian brandy.”

    “James, what you want with Stanislav?” Milos said, asking the question that had obviously been on his mind all night.  Bond shifted his position in his seat, trying to get comfortable, although after sitting for three hours he knew there was no comfortable position for a man of his height in this pre-war Renault.

    “My people have some questions for Stanislav,” he said.

    “Your people, James?  You used to be SBS.  Who are your people now?”

    “People who want to know why Stanislav sold out to the communists.”

    Milos waved his hand in a gesture of indifference.

    “The communists,” he said.  “We fought with the communists in the war.  Against the Nazis.”

    “It’s not 1944, Milos.  We’re not allies with the Russians anymore.  Or Marshall Tito.”

    Not for the first time that night Bond wondered whose side Milos would be on when push came to shove.  He had once saved Milos’s life.  Did that count for anything anymore?  He wasn’t sure he would ever get used to the shifting loyalties of this new war—this Cold War, as people were calling it.

    “What you going to do with Stanislav?”

    Bond held up the syringe of sodium pentothal.
 
    “Inject him with this.  It’s a sedative.  Then load him in the back seat and drive to the Italian border.  I’ll be in Venice by breakfast.”

    “You’ll never get across.”

    “We’ve bribed the border guards.”

    “Why not just shoot him with that little gun of yours?  Get it over with.”

    “My people want to know what he told the communists.”

    “That gun of yours is too small, anyway.  Too small for a man like Stanislav.”

    There was fear in Milos’s voice.

    “It’s big enough.”

    “What happened to the grips on that gun?”
    “It came that way.”

    “Did you pay less for it because it had no grips?”

    “I paid nothing for it.  I took it from a man who intended to shoot me with it.”

    “What happened to the man who –“

    Milos stopped talking as the hulking shape of Stanislav Bulgarin emerged from the mist.  He had two other men with him.

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A rather good Start  ajb007/martini

1.On Her Majesties Secret Service 2.The Living Daylights 3.license To Kill 4.The Spy Who Loved Me 5.Goldfinger

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ajb007/martini , Yes very enjoyable.

“I didn’t lose a friend, I just realised I never had one.”

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Ok, time to stick my neck out.  ajb007/lol  My first ever attempt at writing a short ( very short) story.
( Please forgive all spelling and grammar mistakes)  ajb007/wink  I wanted a story with No dialogue, no
names, but set at this time of year, and before Bond24 comes out incase they try and nick any
of my brilliant ideas.  ajb007/lol
  Congratulations to all who take the time to write fan fiction, It's bloody hard.  ajb007/cheers

Twas the Night Before .......

The girl’s body broke the water with barely a ripple, and quickly rose to move with a strong fluid rhythm, each long languid stroke  bringing an almost sensual sensation to the otherwise mundane act. She would be an athletic lover, given the muscle tone  and definition of her long swimmers legs powering her  forward.
     Bond could only ponder these thoughts for a second before shaking his mind back to the job in hand. The pool the girl was using was housed in a glass dome attached to a low level ranch house chalet, set close to a sheer cliff face rising behind. Sporadic trees and bushes,  poked out of the snow covered vista. At any other time it would have been a beautiful holiday spot.
     Bond scanned the area again, he’d been watching the house and it’s routine for three days, as expected a figure appeared from the chalets’ front door, stood looking around for a second before moving off to circle the building, as Bond was at an elevated level owing to the chalet being in a shallow valley He could watch the guard until he moved past the Dome the girl was in. As usual the guard stopped to watch her for a few minutes.
She seem not to notice or more likely didn’t care only concentrating  on her exercise, she still had at least twenty minutes swimming before she’d have to leave.
    The guard seemed to have had his fill and returned to his patrol. With Bond watching till he returned to the front door again, another quick look around before he went inside.  Shifting his weight Bond checked the time on his Rolex, almost ten thirty. Time to get ready.
      Bond had decided earlier how he would attack and quickly ran over the facts M had  furnished him with. English drug lord financed by Smersh now moving into the Canadian area and then expected to move into north America. M absentmindedly filled  a pipe as he added, Facts on destination, Times and his liaison officer at station C.
He removed a grenade  a squat round device with a smaller timer ring on the top, which he set to five minutes. Moving to the right and  steepest incline he gather up some snow to make  snowball, then pushed it forward. He didn’t bother to watch as it rolled gathering more snow heading towards the chalet, But ran quickly round the left of the house to get to the Back of the building. He’d already practised this in his mind and knew all it’s entrances and exits.
   The door was locked but easily Broken open with a forceful twist of the handle and a hard shove from a determined Bond. He fond himself in a modern kitchen, small but functional. Bond removed his Beretta with silencer attached from its holster now placed across his chest under his ski jacket. He eased open the kitchen door into the  Main living area, quickly taking in the scene before him and waited ….
   Three Men  were in the room, two seated on a couch the third standing by the front door. Suddenly  but with only a muffled thump the Front door seemed to buckle, Next it exploded with a huge cloud of snow, Door splinters and chunks of what had been a human only milliseconds before. Bond slipped into the room Raising his Beretta, quickly firing two bullets into the chest of the second guard. Sending him spinning round and across the back of the couch.
   Now Bond turned to the Drug Lord, as he was pulling out a gun from his waist band, a Browning thought Bond. He was tall, bulky and sweating heavily, Before he had a chance to target Bond, Bond fired Once !   The Beretta's bullet entered just above the right eye exiting in an upward direction taking most of his skull and brain matter with it.
   Bond stood still and listened for any Noises, Nothing!  Crossing to the fireplace he removed the picture of  “ The crying Boy” favoured by many motels, Behind was a small safe, Bond already had the combination so had it open in seconds. Removing the scant paperwork, detailing the Smersh contacts and dead drop points he crammed them into his inside jacket pocket. Quickly replacing his gun and zipping up his jacket.
  Checking his watch again He realised he had only about Five minutes to get out, without any witnesses.
    Back on the ridge above the chalet Bond was pulling out his skis from their hiding position, placing his feet into the bindings, he took one last look back at the girl coming to an end of her swimming session. He watched as he reached for a large towel and began drying her naked body, pulling  on a dressing robe and using the towel to tie up her hair. Then with a push he was off skiing through the trees, gradually picking up speed as he zig zagged away from her, into the darkness. A few minutes later carried by the wind the sounds of her screams echoed  across the  Mountain range. Bond couldn’t help but think it was a terrible way  to spend the night before Christmas.

“I didn’t lose a friend, I just realised I never had one.”

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ajb007/martini

Here is my rather horrible Attempt  ajb007/lol

Reflections in an Office

James Bond gazed out of his Office Window that overlooked Regents Park directly across from the great, grey Building that had been his Place of Employment for several Years. Only the Day before had he returned from a dangerous Assignment to smuggle a Defector over to the West from the Eastern Bloc of Europe. There were two unnecessary Deaths and a Flesh Wound to show for it. But Bond had managed to get the Man safely through the Frontier and into a Safe House near the Berlin Outskirts. Returning to his Hotel, he drank two Vodka Martinis with Slices of Lemon Peel and smoked his 20th Cigarette of the Day. Then he returned to his Room, with the annoyance of having no Woman to share the Night with. But Bond had long learned that that was the Life of someone in his Profession. Some Adventures had there Rewards, whilst other's didn't.

He turned away from the Window and walked around to his Desk and into the Chair facing the Office Doorway. The whole Assignment had been given to him after Months of Planning and Thought. The Man had been a former Member of S.M.E.R.S.H, Bonds old Nemesis and Target. Bond found it amusing that a Part of his personal Enemy wanted to join his Side of the Wall. He grimly smiled to himself as he lit a Cigarette and leaned back in the Chair. Yes, it had been a rather bizarre Affair indeed.

1.On Her Majesties Secret Service 2.The Living Daylights 3.license To Kill 4.The Spy Who Loved Me 5.Goldfinger

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I've enjoyed reading this collection of short stories. It is interesting to note that two of them (Mine excluded) feature Bonds beloved Beretta - try saying that after half a bottle of whisky! It is also interesting to note the slightly differing interpretations of the same character. My take on the subject matter for 'An Ungentlemanly Act' is a younger Bond, perhaps less cynical & definitely more athletic.

I've been tapping away on the keyboard in an effort to produce part two - I hope to post soon.

Just as a post script I once wrote a book & sent it off to a literary agent. To my great surprise she offered to represent me in it's publication but I declined - when the manuscript came back to me I ceremonially burned it. Who knows, had I gone ahead with the project I could have been writing Bond books by now!

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I feel that mine was too short, but I want to write another one  ajb007/martini

1.On Her Majesties Secret Service 2.The Living Daylights 3.license To Kill 4.The Spy Who Loved Me 5.Goldfinger

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Not just yours, Alpha, they're all too short- more please!
Very enjoyable, guys, thank you all esp stag for starting the ball rolling.

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ajb007/lol  From my childish attempt, I now know how hard it is to write even a short,
Short story.  ajb007/biggrin  So my respect for fans who actually write long Bond adventures
has risen  ten fold.   ajb007/martini

“I didn’t lose a friend, I just realised I never had one.”

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Mine was slapped together, but it turned out alright  ajb007/lol

1.On Her Majesties Secret Service 2.The Living Daylights 3.license To Kill 4.The Spy Who Loved Me 5.Goldfinger

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Sorry guys but I have pulled my short story. There is obviously not enough interest in it here for me to continue &, more importantly, With a change of main protagonist, I hope to develop the idea further for publishing on amazon.

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Sad to hear, but good luck with it .  ajb007/martini

“I didn’t lose a friend, I just realised I never had one.”

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Sorry to hear about that  ajb007/crap  But I wish you Luck with it  ajb007/martini

1.On Her Majesties Secret Service 2.The Living Daylights 3.license To Kill 4.The Spy Who Loved Me 5.Goldfinger

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stag wrote:

Sorry guys but I have pulled my short story. There is obviously not enough interest in it here for me to continue &, more importantly, With a change of main protagonist, I hope to develop the idea further for publishing on amazon.

Sorry to hear that too, but best of luck and keep us updated with how that goes.

Writer/Director @ The Bondologist Blog (TBB)
On Twitter: @Dragonpol 
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"The man who was only a silhouette." - Ian Fleming, Moonraker (1955).

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I would suggest. Perhaps not keeping this as a stickie
to see how much interest there is for it. ?

“I didn’t lose a friend, I just realised I never had one.”

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Thunderpussy wrote:

I would suggest. Perhaps not keeping this as a stickie
to see how much interest there is for it. ?

Yes, or turning it into a more general James Bond Fan Fiction thread now that the parameters have changed somewhat.  ajb007/smile  ajb007/martini

Last edited by Silhouette Man (8th Dec 2014 17:38)

Writer/Director @ The Bondologist Blog (TBB)
On Twitter: @Dragonpol 
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"The man who was only a silhouette." - Ian Fleming, Moonraker (1955).

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Perhaps people read it but dont feel a need to comment ?

YNWA: Justice For The 96

The Joy Of 6

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Yes. I too made the same remark.  Many may
read, but few comment.  ajb007/crap
Sadly I'm used to people not seeing my huge
talent.  ajb007/lol

“I didn’t lose a friend, I just realised I never had one.”

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I was in two minds about posting this story in the first place as I believe my idea may have legs beyond the perimeters in which it was conceived, as it features two areas I have interested in & have knowledge of. As I continued to write I became more convinced that I could make something of my own from it. As already stated I am going to develop it into a novelette for publication on amazon & plan that it will be the first of a series featuring a character of my own making.

This shouldn't stop others from posting short stories here, indeed I probably will continue to do so myself, though with the knowledge that the interest of the vast majority of members appears to be celluloid as opposed to literary based.

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Silhouette Man wrote:
Thunderpussy wrote:

I would suggest. Perhaps not keeping this as a stickie
to see how much interest there is for it. ?

Yes, or turning it into a more general James Bond Fan Fiction thread no that the parameters have changed somewhat.  ajb007/smile  ajb007/martini

I agree  ajb007/martini

1.On Her Majesties Secret Service 2.The Living Daylights 3.license To Kill 4.The Spy Who Loved Me 5.Goldfinger

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Someone mentioned elsewhere that it may be an idea to instigate a collaborative project with each person contributing a passage or even chapter & using their time to take the story where they wanted it to go. Whether or not the end result will be readable is anyones guess but I shall kick things off by giving a broad outline of a story which then can be followed up (I have posted my part before in another thread as it formed part of a full length work I wrote for private consumption).

UNTITLED

THE TIME:  1973

THE PLACE: London

THE BASIC STORYLINE: Bond is all washed up, considered a spent force by the powers that be & clinging onto his 00 designation by the skin of his teeth. In order to get him out 'from under everyones feet'. Bond was dispatched on what was expected to be little more than a routine assignment to Jamaica to investigate the activities of the mysterious international businessman, Solo Santaga. Little did SIS or Bond know but this very same routine assignment was to turn out to be perhaps the deadliest mission of his entire career...................................





PART ONE:

Bond slid his legs into the two tunnels of serge then fastened the slim black Italian leather belt, noting with dissatisfaction that once again he had to draw the buckle two holes beyond its normal position. The tie, of the finest black woven silk, was looped tightly round his neck. Almost subconsciously Bond ran his index finger along the inside of the once flush fitting collar before bending to push his feet into the pair of plain neatly polished black shoes. He slipped into the jacket & moved to the bedside table to gather up his watch, Ronson lighter & cigarette case. After clipping the bracelet of his Rolex oyster perpetual onto his left wrist & depositing the remainder of his haul into the inside pocket of his jacket, he turned & walked slowly to the door.

Bond belched softly & briefly revived the memory of what had been a splendid breakfast before lighting his first cigarette of the day. The Morland with the triple gold bands tasted particularly good this morning. May, his faithful housekeeper, had entered the dining room. From the way she absent mindedly dithered in the collection of the breakfast things, Bond knew she was aching to release all the feelings which had been festering unsaid over the past weeks. Normally May, as forthright as her tough Scottish upbringing had conditioned her to be, would usually just have said whatever she felt was justified & to hell with the fact that she was speaking to her employer, indeed Bond had come to expect this & would parry any & all her matronly observations with a a counter barrage of well worn & well meaning witticisms. But not now, not since he had been released from hospital, a new & unfamiliar atmosphere had settled over their relationship during those past two months. Gone was the easy familiarity to be replaced by an almost oppressive air of non communication & clipped politeness which May, even though she detested it, had finally come to accept. "Excellent meal May. Thank you." Said Bond vaguely. He caught the hint of a shake of the head & a muffled 'tut tut' as the stiff backed May ferried the tray of spent crockery towards the door. Bond watched her retreat towards the kitchen & when she was gone brought the cigarette up to his tightly drawn lips & sucked gratefully on it as he once again immersed himself in his recent past.

The wound which had resulted in his premature return to London had healed well. Fortunately the bullet had passed cleanly through his leg, just above the kneecap, neither tumbling or striking bone, yet tearing horribly at the muscle & piercing the Femoral artery during its passage. Now all that served to remind him of the gunfight was yet another scar & the all too occasional twinge of discomfort as the freshly knitted muscle grumbled at any untoward movement. Though the physical injury had healed, the same could not quite be said of the emotional trauma & right on cue, as if forcing him to watch, the incident played out again in glorious technicolor in his minds eye, serving only to cement the conclusion Bond himself had long since reached. He had made the most serious mistake of all (though he had denied the fact during his debriefing) by allowing Gusenko to take the advantage. What should have been for Bond a quick, technically easy, kill had turned into a shambling running firefight with his intended target eventually fleeing the scene unscathed while leaving him, Bond, to almost die through loss of blood. The tiny stiletto dagger which kept pricking his subconscious repeated on a loop what he already knew, by all the laws of heaven & earth he should have died that day. Had it not been for the intervention of the bemused farm workers, drawn to the scene by the sound of gunfire, who found Bond semi conscious in the undergrowth just in time to render crude but life saving first aid, he would not have survived. He had considered every possible permutation for his appalling performance yet, whichever avenue he explored, he was always brought back to the same conclusion. Bonds shooting that day, in the hinterland betwixt the coast & the main Rome to Naples auto route, had mirrored his overall performance & was inexcusably, almost fatally, poor. He had fired no less than thirteen rounds at ranges never in excess of forty yards, which was within the parameters of his PPKs performance envelope & Bonds own shooting abilitiy. The ground between him & Gusenko had been rough but nonetheless mostly devoid of cover from both fire & view, affording the KGB agent little shelter, yet Bond had still failed to hit him. Gousenko had managed to capitalise on Bonds lack of marksmanship & quickly turned the tables, one of his own opening shots catching Bond in the leg thus leaving the hunter to become the hunted. Upon realising he had sustained a wound which had ruptured the artery, Bond had then been forced onto the defensive, expending his remaining ammunition in a desperate attempt to stave off Gousenkos counter attack. Luckily for Bond the Russian had failed to capitalise on his sudden advantage by evidently deciding that, after the ensuing but brief exchange of fire which came after bond was hit, that enough was enough. Perhaps Gousenko had his hand forced at the sight of the farm workers or perhaps he considered that he had used up his own daily ration of luck but, had he pressed home, Bond was confident that it would have been he to die, not fitfully though blood loss but by way of a better aimed bullet fired on that occasion by a better & cooler marksman than he had shown himself to be. All the internal inquiries which Bond had subjected himself to since the incident gave him one answer, an explanation which was as simple as it was blunt. He, Bond, had finally been pushed too far. He had at long last lost the only thing which had kept him alive for so long - his nerve.

For a man, any man, but especially one in Bonds line of work, the sudden realisation of ones own inability to to continue to perform the duties which had been so long part of his life, always comes as a heavy blow yet Bond had taken the diagnosis far worse than he could ever reveal. He had tried in vain to reason what he secretly knew to be the truth but his errors of judgement were too grave, too frequent, to be ignored. The Gousenko fiasco had simply been the straw which had broken the camels back. His private life & subsequently his work had nosedived in a steady downward spiral long before his last mission from which & despite punitive efforts he could not recover. He had lain the blame for his decline at many doors but after mush soul searching he conceded that he showed all the classic symptoms of what the SIS psychiatrist termed 'accumulative stress disorder' colloquially known otherwise as 'Double 0 fever'.

All officers - there were three of them - who held the 00 prefix, the licence to kill for the British Secret Service, were well aware of the nature of the duties which they & they alone were expected to undertake. In essence they were employed to provide the application of extreme violence against any individual or organisation who presented themselves as a threat to the security of the United Kingdom, her dependents &, on occasion, her allies. With such a brief all Double 0 officers could expect to find themselves exposed to varying degrees of stress, physical hardship & serious injury which no amount of preconditioning could ever prepare them for. Indeed it was an established fact that however hard an agent tried to shrug off the unsavoury memories which were sure to accrue during his service, those same memories would fester & nag until they eventually resurfaced, manifesting themselves in the form of physical ailments which were as acute as they were noticeable. Sporadic shaking, weight loss, insomnia, even stammering Bond had fallen prey to them all.

It was perhaps predictable, if not inevitable, that he should find himself more susceptible to this most crippling of conditions for Bonds career within the service had been one epitomised by very hard knocks...........................................



Who's going to pick up the baton?

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Might help if someone wants to add, puts their name forward as it might save
Someone else working on a second part, only to be beaten to the finish line.  ajb007/lol
and have to start again.  ajb007/wink

“I didn’t lose a friend, I just realised I never had one.”