James Bond in FIRE AND ICE
You, James Bond, have just arrived at the airport in Heathrow and approach the desk clerk to verify your ticket claim. Which is a courtesy from MI6. The beautiful attendant hands you your passport for the next flight to the Bahamas.
You smile at the attendant before walking off to the boarding terminals.
The Walther PPK that is securely hidden within your small, black attache case is well protected against the scans of the airport security.
After all is well, you approach the 747 plane. You hand the passport over to the steward for inspection, and after your're cleared, you head to your seat.
Relaxing the chair, you place an order to the flight attendant for a vodka martini: "Shaken, not stirred." you say.
"Of course, Mr.Bond. We know all about your special needs." she replied with a soft smile and wink. You nod, "I'm sure you do." you say back to her with a smile as well.
Your mind is exhausted from the previous assignment in Berlin and you decided to close your eyes.
You can feel the plane tremble gently as the engines come to life to prepare for lift off, then the motion of forward as the airplane begins its run down the runway. Followed by the small feeling of riding an elevator as the plane ascends high into the air well over 170,000 feet.
Not more than a half hour goes by, when you hear the shouts of aggravated men a few sections ahead of you behind closed doors. Your senses come alive, and yet you realize to your frustration of being unarmed. Since your case was taken below for storage. You need to get to your weapon, and investigate the source of the shouting. The choices as well as the lives of the many passengers onboard this flight rest within your hands. Choose wisely.
You smile at the attendant before walking off to the boarding terminals.
The Walther PPK that is securely hidden within your small, black attache case is well protected against the scans of the airport security.
After all is well, you approach the 747 plane. You hand the passport over to the steward for inspection, and after your're cleared, you head to your seat.
Relaxing the chair, you place an order to the flight attendant for a vodka martini: "Shaken, not stirred." you say.
"Of course, Mr.Bond. We know all about your special needs." she replied with a soft smile and wink. You nod, "I'm sure you do." you say back to her with a smile as well.
Your mind is exhausted from the previous assignment in Berlin and you decided to close your eyes.
You can feel the plane tremble gently as the engines come to life to prepare for lift off, then the motion of forward as the airplane begins its run down the runway. Followed by the small feeling of riding an elevator as the plane ascends high into the air well over 170,000 feet.
Not more than a half hour goes by, when you hear the shouts of aggravated men a few sections ahead of you behind closed doors. Your senses come alive, and yet you realize to your frustration of being unarmed. Since your case was taken below for storage. You need to get to your weapon, and investigate the source of the shouting. The choices as well as the lives of the many passengers onboard this flight rest within your hands. Choose wisely.