****** James Bond 007 in 'Phoenix' by Ben ******
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James Bond 007 in 'Phoenix'


The man walked down the corridor. A rather tall, good looking man. He wore well
kept short dark brown hair, and a very expensive, tailored Armani suit. His
red, white, and blue silk tie was a rather subdued color, a power tie, supposed
to make you feel powerful.

He came to the third door on his left, a door he had been through many times.
It was a plain wooden door with no label or decoration. He went in and
immediately put his hat on the hat rack at the left as he usually did and he
greeted the secretary, "Hello, Moneypenny."

"Hello, James," said Moneypenny, sweetly. "M wants to see you immediately."

He was James Bond, or 007 as the British secret service called him. He smiled
at Moneypenny and went right into M's office.

M, the assistant director who was Bond's commanding officer, was sitting behind
the desk. Q, the one who gave 007 all his nifty gadgets, was sitting in the
chair to James' right and in the chair to his left was the Prime Minister of
Britain. They stopped their conversation as Bond came into the room.

"Good, you're here," said M, "007, this as you know is the Prime Minister.

Bond shook the PM's hand and said hello to Q.

"Let's not waste any time," said the PM, "We've lost one of our best agents and
we want you to go look for him. He was last heard from in Puerto Rico. He was
looking for this man." The PM handed an 8" by 10" photograph of a Hispanic man
with long black hair and about two days of growth to his beard. He had an eye
patch over his right eye and coming out from under it on his face was a scar
that ran down to his chin.

"May I ask why he was looking for him?" asked Bond.

"Sorry, 007, but that's on a need to know basis," explained M.

The PM handed Bond a folder with only the words "level 6 clearance" typed
across it. "Here's everything you'll need to know. Either find him and bring
him back or if he's dead, try to bring back the body.

Bond looked through the folder briefly and saw who it was he was supposed to
find. "006?" he asked. He was a friend of his, they used to hang out on leave
together.

M nodded sadly. The PM got up and shook Bond's hand. "Good luck, 007," he said,
then left.

When the PM left, Q got up, "Now, it's my turn," he said and laid the briefcase
he had down on the desk. He opened it up and inside it was filled with stuff.
He pulled out a belt. "Normal belt, right? No." He opened up the buckle by
shifting one side of it away and there was a small button. "Press it twice to
arm it, once to disarm. You'll have about ten seconds and then it'll release
sleeping gas." He handed it to Bond who replaced his belt with it.

Q reached in the briefcase and pulled out a pen. "Twist it to the right and a
laser strong enough to cut through wood or rope comes out. Twist it to the
right and it's a small explosive, twenty seconds. Push the end in like so, and
you can use it to write things. You know, a love letter, a suicide note, that
kind of thing."

"You have the old watch or the new one?" asked Q. Bond showed him the watch.
"That's the new one, ok. Well, if M's done we'll go show you the car." He
looked at M.

"Be careful, 007," he said, then motioned for them to be dismissed.

Q and Bond went to one of the basements that served as a garage. Q led him to a
black BMW in a normal parking space. He showed him all the add ons, the missile
launchers, the oil slick, the smoke screen, all that stuff. "Now, this isn't
the car you'll have in Puerto Rico, this is my car, but, report to the field
office there and they'll give you one. Oh, yeah, here's your plane ticket," he
handed it to Bond, "Now remember, 006 is my friend too, so find him alive,
please."

"Of course, Q," said Bond and he left for the airport.

When Bond got off the plane in Puerto Rico, there was a beautiful woman in a
black business suit and a driver's cap waiting for him with a sign that read,
"James Bond". He went over to her and asked, "Are you looking for me?"

"Are you James Bond?" she asked.

"Yes."

"Then I have a limo for you," she led him to the limousine and put his bags in
the trunk.

As she drove, she spoke to him through the divider. "I'm to take you to the
field office and they'll give you your car so you won't need me anymore."

"Well, maybe we can pull off somewhere and spend a little more time with each
other." He gave her a sly look and she blushed.

"Well, they didn't say when you were supposed to get there," she said smiling.
"Maybe I'll take you to your hotel first."

"That sounds just fine," he said smiling.

When they got to the hotel, the bell boy took his bags to his room and the
chauffeur sat on the bed and took off her hat. Bond gave the bellboy a tip and
locked the door.

He went right to the bedroom and kissed her deeply. It became a heated kiss and
they both fumbled with their clothes, trying to take them off.

Bond began by sucking her perky nipples, cupping them in each hand. She loved
that and her breathing was fast. Bond's cock was already hard as a rock, but he
waited. He went down and fingered her slit. She moaned with pleasure. Since she
liked that so much, he inserted his finger in her vagina and slowly moved it in
and out. She started thrusting her pelvis faster and faster. He put two fingers
in and thrust faster. She was very wet and very excited. She thrust wildly and
gasped with pleasure. As she came she screamed, "Oh, James, Oh God!" She slowed
then stopped thrusting. "Oh, that was great!" She looked at the clock. "Oh, we
have to get you to the field office!"

She rushed to get her clothes back on fast as Bond stared at her with his cock
standing straight up. "Come on, James, get going!" She tossed his clothes at
him.

Reluctantly, he put his clothes back on and went with her to the limo.

When they got to the field office, they gave him his car and he never saw the
chauffeur again.

He started immediately on his assignment, asking if anyone at the field office
knew who the Hispanic dude was. They said he was a cocaine smuggler who was
wanted for murder and he sold drugs at the waterfront, but they couldn't prove
it.

So, Bond went down to the pier to ask if anyone had seen him. Luckily a few
people directed him to the south end of the pier where he found him.

Bond asked him if he had seen the man in the picture he had of 006. When he saw
the picture, he swore and started running.

Bond chased after him, but he got in a car and was driven away fast. The guy
driving was wearing dark glasses, but Bond got a good enough view to describe
him to the guys at the field office. They said they didn't know who he was, but
they knew he went to an island ten miles off the coast every night.

Bond and a few other operatives followed him to the island that night. It was
thick with trees, but they followed his truck to a secret building deep in the
center of the island. Bond had told the others to wait outside the gate because
one person was less likely than three to get found out.

There were guards at the gate and while he was getting permission to go
through, Bond snuck into the back of the truck and hid under a blanket.

He parked next to the building and went in. Bond snuck out of the truck and
climbed the ladder to the roof or the building. The guards on the roof were
looking in the other direction when he climbed up, lucky for him. He found the
door to go down, but it was locked. Unluckily, a guard heard him trying to open
the door and cuffed him and brought him in.

He was brought right to the head guy, who was having a meeting. The Hispanic
guy was there, and they guy who was driving his car, among others.

"Mr. Phoenix," the guard said, "I found this guy trying to sneak in."

Mr. Phoenix got up and went over to Bond. "Who are you?" he asked.

"I just got lost, I was looking for the bathroom," he said.

"That's very funny," Phoenix said, laughing, "put him in the brig."

His jail cell was small, but he had been in plenty of worse jails than this
one. He had a relatively comfortable bed, usable toilet facilities, and it was
kept clean. After a few minutes of looking for a way out he figured out that he
could use his laser pen to burn away the edges to the air vent, which he did.
It was snug in the air duct, but he did fit. He worked his way through until he
found another grate. He tried to look through. He couldn't see anyone, but he
couldn't see much. He punched the air vent out and it landed with a clank on
the floor. Then he worked his way out and landed on the grate.

Bond stood up and looked around. All he saw were towels, but he heard a sound
coming from another room that sounded a bit like bacon frying. It didn't smell
like bacon, though, it smelled like soap. He must be in the shower room.

He snuck a peek around the corner and there were about twelve girls about
twenty to twenty-five all taking showers, not seeing him at all. Their
beautiful, young bodies were in full view of him, and his cock got really hard
again. He hadn't gotten any before, so he unzipped his pants and started
stroking himself. It felt so good!

One of the girls finished bathing and started walking towards the towel room.
She saw Bond and screamed. All the other girls screamed and they ran away into
the other room.

Bond hadn't yet gotten off, so he followed them. As he turned around the
corner, he was hit very hard with a locker door. He was knocked unconscious.

When he came to he was in a large cavernous room with an extremely large 3-
D globe of the Earth right in the center of it. Red lights flashed all over the
globe indicating cities.

Mr. Phoenix was looking at the globe. As Bond came to, Phoenix's attention was
shifted to him.

"Ahh, Mr. Bond, you're awake," said Mr. Phoenix.

Bond tried to move, but was held in place by two large men in black suits.

"Yes, that's right," said Phoenix, "I know who you are. James Bond, 007. I
suppose you're another secret agent sent to stop me."

"Actually, I was sent to find my friend," said Bond.

"006? Yes, I had to get rid of him. Stuck his nose where it didn't belong, like
you did. That probably makes you mad doesn't it? You want to kill me don't
you?"

Bond glared at him menacingly.

"Well, guess what. That's not going to happen." Mr. Phoenix picked up a 9mm
Beretta from the counter beside the globe, pointed it at Bond, cocked it, and
blew his brains out.

The two men dragged his body out of the room and dispensed with it.

Phoenix looked down at the puddle of blood on the floor. "That's why I don't
have carpet in here anymore. Johnson, get that cleaned up."

Phoenix glared at the world and pondered his future. "Soon the world will be
mine. Isn't that what everyone wants? To rule the world? That's what that song
says, Johnson. The one by, what is it, Tears For Fears, "Everybody Wants to
Rule the World". Most people wonder how to do it. They forget the most
important thing, why do it? Sure the world has it's problems, but are you going
to solve them? Am I going to solve them? Perhaps I'll make more problems. What
do you think?"

"Whatever you say sounds good to me, Sir," said Johnson.

"Thanks," said Phoenix, sarcastically.

"Johnson, you're my number one guy. You believe in me. All these other people
who're working for me believe in me. But, what about the rest of the world? I
have, maybe, a couple thousand people, men and women, who follow me. Well,
that's enough for a country maybe. I'm thinking maybe I'm trying for too much.
Do I really need to take over the whole world? Why can't I do like the United
States did and just break off from some country and go independent? Because the
same thing will happen to me that happened to the U. S., it started a war, a
freaking long war. If I'm gonna start a war why not go all the way, am I
right?"

Yes, Sir," nodded Johnson.

"I'll tell you what, Johnson, you go home, rest, relax, I don't know, sleep
with your wife, and come back tomorrow refreshed and then we'll do this thing,
alright?"


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