"You Can't Win Them
All" By Brian Cornelius (Part 1)
Monday, August 23, 1992.
7:04 AM. An abandoned warehouse in New York City.
It was a drab, gray morning.
Despite the recent heat waves, the
temperature seemed to have
dropped, and the weather was a surprise for the
A tall man stood outside of a warehouse wearing a brown trench
black hair was slicked
back. His black eyes pierced the foggy
he lit a cigarette and blew
out a small cloud of smoke.
The warehouse that he stood in front of was deserted. Planks covered
what once were windows, and
the doors seemed to be boarded shut, reinforced
by a huge metal lock. The black-haired man continued to smoke his
and watched as a black
Lincoln Towncar drove up to the warehouse.
driver’s door opened up and
a short, unattractive man with a big nose and
small, beady eyes stepped
out of the car. He was dressed in a
blue suit with
a red tie. He ran his right hand over his balding head
as he approached the
“You have her?” the black-haired man asked.
“Yeah,” the shorter man replied.
“Bring her here.”
The shorter man turned towards the car. “Bring her here, boys.”
The rear passenger’s door on the right side of the car opened
up, and a
tall, husky black-haired man
in a black suit with sunglasses exited the car,
holding a Colt .45 automatic
pistol in his hand. He violently pulled
girl from the car, as
another blue-suited man exited from the other rear
The girl was about sixteen years old. She had long, black hair that
rested around her
shoulders. Her skin was rather pale,
her nose was slightly
long, but she held a very
attractive appearance. She stood about
and five inches tall, and
wore black jeans and a white button-down shirt over
a black t-shirt.
The two men led her to the black-haired man. “Boss wants her dead.
Now,” he said to the shorter
“You got it, Mr. Addison”
The man called Mr. Addison walked away, and behind one side of
building, then drove off in
a black Toyota Camry, just as the short man
produced a key from his
pocket. He took the key and unlocked
the door, and
The short man then approached the girl, who was at eye-level
The girl was held by both of
the blue-suited guards. “I’m sorry,
he apologized. “But it looks like your father, the British
won’t pay your ransom. To show that there are no hard feelings,
it a quick and painless
death for you.”
“Screw you,” the girl named Elizabeth retorted. Despite being the
daughter of a British man,
she spoke with an American accent. She
up in the United States with
her mother, who was American.
“Take her inside, and make it quick.”
The two men dragged Elizabeth into the warehouse, kicking the
door open. The shorter man waited outside the entrance
and waited for the
The inside of the
warehouse was dark. The two men removed
sunglasses, then one of them
pulled an ASP 9mm automatic pistol from the
inside of his jacket. He pointed it at Elizabeth’s head, and
pull the trigger. As she waited for the on-coming bullet,
shivering. She then thought she saw something odd. It appeared like there
was a small red dot on the
gunner’s forehead. She had a puzzled
look on her
face, and the gunner noticed
“What the hell are you looking at, you stupid bi-” and stopped
as a small thud replaced his
voice. The man’s body slumped to the
and the other man reached
for the inside of his jacket as another thud was
heard, and his body, too,
slumped to the ground.
Elizabeth wanted to scream, but could not find her voice. She couldn’t
move, even when she saw a
dark figure slowly emerge from the shadows and
approach her. The man wore a black turtleneck sweater and
combat boots, and a belt
which held a combat knife and holstered Walther P99
pistol. The man was holding a long, silenced sniper
His face was handsome.
He had black hair, and blue-gray eyes that looked
into hers. The man was taller than her, about six feet,
maybe even taller.
What stood out, however, was
a scar that ran down his right cheek.
“Elizabeth?” the man asked.
She couldn’t speak, but she responded by nodding her head.
“Good. Be a good girl
and stay here.” The man started towards
entrance of the warehouse to
eliminate the short man who stood outside, and
leaned his rifle against a
wall by the entrance. He unholstered
his P99 and
prepared to walk out the
door when Elizabeth whispered to him “Who are you?”
The man turned around.
“I’m with the British Secret Service,” he said
before pausing. “My name is Bond. James Bon-” and was interrupted as he was
James Bond fell to the ground with the short man. The two rolled around
on the ground, both fighting
for control over the gun. Two shots
through the air, deafening
both men as they fought for the gun.
man then surprised Bond as
he bit Bond’s hand hard. Bond fought
the pain as
much as possible to keep
from dropping the gun, but he couldn’t.
started to appear on Bond’s
wrist. Bond grabbed his wrist and
looked up to
find the short man holding
Bond’s own P99 to his head. Bond had to
of this somehow. But no ideas would come up. He then just grit his teeth to
brace the death that would
follow and closed his eyes just before he heard
another deafening gunshot.
Bond was surprised to be able open his eyes and find himself
alive. He saw the dead body of the man right in
front of him. He looked
behind himself to see
Elizabeth, trembling, holding the guard’s ASP.
“It’s good to see that you overcame your shock,” Bond said as
he stood up
and holstered his P99. He examined his bloody wrist.
“Are you okay?” Elizabeth asked.
“Yes, I’m fine,” Bond said, smiling. He tore his left sleeve off and
bounded it around his
wrist. He then leant over to Elizabeth
and gave her a
peck on her cheek. “Thank you,” he said.
Bond ran to the entrance, grabbed his sniper rifle, then the
out the back door. Right outside was a silver Aston Martin
DB5. Bond opened
the passenger door on the
left side of the car for Elizabeth and she entered
the car. He closed the door, then went back over to
the right side, opened
the door, threw the sniper
rifle into the back seat, then seated himself.
started the ignition and
just before driving off, Bond muttered, “I guess a
rabies vaccine is in order.”
BRIAN CORNELIUS PRESENTS
IAN FLEMING’S JAMES BOND 007
“YOU CAN’T WIN THEM ALL”
Saturday, October 26, 2000.
1:06 PM. MI6
M sat at her desk, leaning back in her chair. She stared at the door, as
if she was expecting someone
to enter. Her eyes seemed to be
through the door and looking
into the lobby.
Getting impatient, M leaned forward and pressed a button on the
on her desk. “Moneypenny,” she said, “Where the bloody
hell is Double-Oh
“I’m not sure, M. Oh,
wait, he just came in.”
“Good. Send him in
straight away,” M ordered.
A few seconds later, James Bond walked through the doors and
immediately to the chair
sitting in front of M’s desk. “What’s
M?” he asked.
M did not respond right away.
She leaned back, and rubbed her eyes with
her right hand. “We have an operation for you Double-Oh
actually not that difficult,
but it is very important.” She tapped
manila folder that lay on
her desk. “You basically have to
And not completely by
yourself; a member of the United States government will
be there to aid you.”
Bond picked the folder up from the desk and opened it. He read over a
page in the folder, then
closed it and looked right at M.
“Why did you choose me for this assignment?” he questioned.
“Because, if I’m not mistaken, you were the operative who saved
girl nearly seven years
ago. Her father, the former Prime
Minister, got an
anonymous call. The caller threatened that they will finally
have her, and
are no longer interested in
her father’s money. And they’re quite
you, if I’m not
mistaken. In fact, they have a contract
out on your life.”
Bond looked puzzled.
“What? For how long?”
“I believe, the contract has been put out a month after you
Elizabeth. Now as for your contact. He is a young, twenty-five-year-old
member of a covert
government agency. His name is Ethan
Chase. There is a
photograph of him in the
folder. He will pick you up in a blue
Pathfinder at an airport in
New York City.”
“Is that where Elizabeth is?”
“Yes, in the Plaza Hotel.
For now, she has some bodyguards, but her
father would rather her be
protected by the man who saved her life.
mission for you and Mr.
Chase will be simply to accompany Elizabeth and to
show her a good time. And I don’t want to find out that you and
did anything that I wouldn’t
approve of. That is why we are
Bond frowned. “I am
mature enough to stay away with a woman who is that
much younger than I am,
ma’am.” He then studied the photograph
that he found
in the folder. It showed a young man. He had brown hair, a somewhat
handsome face, and seemed to
be as tall as him.
Bond placed the folder
back onto M’s desk, stood up, and straightened his
tie. “Anything else?” he asked as he walked to
“Remember, James,” M nearly pleaded. Bond turned around. M had
called him by his first
name. “There is a contract on your
life, and this
terrorist or organization
has every top terrorist or anarchist after your
hide. What I’m trying to say is: be careful and
get your bloody ass back
here alive,” she said with a
smile on her face.
TO BE CONTINUED
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