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chitoryu12 posted:https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PD5N_v4eY9o That woman did some real work getting the samples together, and then an excellent performance.
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Chapter 16: Out of the Frying Pan...quote:Either Leiter had miscounted the number of men working for Doberman or he had managed to hire a few more, Bond decided. It was a sunny late afternoon of the next day, and Bond was squatting in a treehouselike observation post built into one of the higher, more thickly foliaged of the palm trees on the ridge overlooking the estate. They're probably off drunkenly shooting lizards in the jungle or something, since that's what the real historic figures did. quote:The treehouse nest was about a yard and a half square, and camouflaged with netting skillfully interwoven with huge palm leaves. He'd made a sort of igloo of greenery around him, with four observation slits hooded by camouflage at the four points of the compass. The floor was made of wrist-thick branches, which he'd brought from some distance away and lashed together with rope. It wouldn't be smart to let Chen hear the sounds of someone sawing and hammering nearby, when he probably knew - undoubtedly having done more than one recon - that there was no one around. He'd know the airstrip would be deserted today. An undertaker's wind, one might say. quote:Off the house's east-side patio were weed-grown flowerbeds and a lawn beginning to look shaggy, a few marble benches, almost randomly placed; a bone-dry fish pond of cracked stone; a half-acre more of overgrown lawn - and the stone wall. The wall was about twelve feet high, two feet thick, and constructed of irregular local stones and mortar. Strands of barbed wire ran along its top, newly emplaced, judging by the silvery gleam of the metal. Still, that stone wall wasn't much of a problem. The real problem was the electric fence recently erected just outside it. A powerful current ran through the ten-foot-high chain-link fence. It was crested with spiraled barbed wire, and there was a dead dog leaning half against the links where the fence turned a corner to encircle the property. The dog was some harmless domestic who'd wandered up and poked his snout against the fence to look through - and been instantly electrocuted. Christ, we're killing poor little dogs now? quote:The stone and electric barriers ran together all the way around the property, stopping only at the cliff edges and breaking for a gate thirty yards from the south entrance. There was a sentry on the gate twenty-four hours, in a stone gatehouse. The gate section of the chain-link fence could be electronically rolled away. Bond had seen only one car go in, a bodyguard returning from the village with supplies. There were two rented Jeeps parked in the driveway. "My only option will be to run straight across it yelling that I'm James Bond." quote:Not much cover there. He'd have to hope the decoy plan would continue to work. Knocking out those was would take time, though. That would give the enemy time to sight in on him, but a wise use of his mortars might give him the time he needed. Darn. quote:He'd have to go infantry. He lowered the field glasses and thoughtfully lit a cigarette. All around him the air was rich with the scent of palm sap. The swelling breeze sang through the slits in his camouflaged nest and whipped the cigarette smoke into oblivion. The tree creaked in the wind and rustled where its large leaves touched the branches of other trees. quote:Bond looked dubiously down the length of the cable. He had never used one in a fight situation. And it did look like an unusually long way down. He discarded the idea of testing it now. Too big a chance, Leiter was right, and he needed his limbs intact tonight. Beefcake? Really? quote:"You wouldn't be startled if you had been doing your goddamned job!" Goddammit Bond. quote:That tree was the highest, with a bunch of huge leaves at the top - it would be ideal, he thought. Maybe he's up there - or that crippled CIA buddy of his. "Should we open fire on it and ruin his plans?" "No, this book isn't long enough yet." quote:Chen shrugged. He raised the binoculars and focused on the treetop. He couldn't see anyone, but the foliage, after thinning a bit on the way to the top, suddenly got thicker about three-fourths the way to the top. There was a ball of greenery there. Hopefully Bond doesn't completely destroy this ambush like every other one. quote:Bond lowered his field glasses, frowning. Why had Chen gone into the house that way, so suddenly, after looking in his direction? Coincidence? But he's taken that sentry with him, and the man hadn't come back to his post. What was up? So far this book has just been Bond repeatedly failing and being shot at. quote:The tree trunk close behind him spat splinters, two bullet holes appearing, the yellow wood beneath the bark showing like flesh in the wound of some exotic animal. Ooooo, spooky. I wonder if it's foreshadowing? Nah. quote:Chen jerked the walkie-talkie from his belt when he heard the shots. "Fernandez? Fernandez! You read me? Dammit, Fernandez, do you-" I think this book is trying to set the record for highest number of action scenes. quote:The fusillade let up just long enough for Bond to scramble to the other side of the trunk. He started breathing again. Huh. That really is how the goon zipline worked. quote:"You see that?" Fernandez blurted as Chen ran up to him. "He flew out of that tree like he had wings!" "Do you guys think he might be waiting for us? There's no way he could have knocked himself out during his escape and is just lying there!" quote:When Bond woke, some instinct told him: Don't move. Lie quiet and listen first. This is the second time Hatfield has used ham to compare the size of body parts. quote:Bond gripped the knife, tried to gather his energy together in case he had to spring. The man was carrying an assault rifle - maybe an AK-47. He'd probably plug Bond before the knife could be brought into useful action. It gets bothered and leaves? quote:The big man moved on, without looking in Bond's direction. But probably Chen would be nearby. And if Chen came past, he'd find Bond for sure. Stop grinning you maniac! quote:Bond hunched down behind a tangle of fallen trees when he heard foot steps walking past. Yes, wait until he might press the button on his radio before attacking him. quote:But Fernandez's reflexes were quicker than his mind. He'd heard the sound as Bond burst from the brush, and he turned to meet him. He dropped the walkie-talkie and brought the rifle up like a quarterstaff to block Bond's knife, catching Bond's forearm on the barrel. Uff quote:The powerful current running through the fence seized the Nicaraguan and snapped him to rigid attention. He stood at a cruel parody of military attention, arms straight down at his sides, chest outthrust, chin lifted, as he was electrocuted. His eyes, as he smoked, his flesh sizzling, his fingers vibrating like tuning forks, seemed to be focusing on the ultimate superior officer. Death. "The ultimate superior officer: death" is so cheesy I have to love it. quote:Bond picked up the walkie-talkie and experimentally thumbed its transmitter; in his best imitation of Chen's oriental voice he said; "Chen here. Shut off the power in the fence, I'm coming through." His what voice quote:The humming went out of the fence. Fernandez's body slumped, and he tumbled to the earth. His face was drawn back in a grinning rictus. There was a cross-hatch pattern where the chain link had burned into his back. How much pollution has Bond contributed to the ocean on this mission? quote:Bond retrieved the AK-17, checked it out, then slipped into the woods. He circled widely, moving back up the hill, hoping to ambush Chen from above. [sic] quote:But Chen had already realized that Bond was no longer in the thicket. He suspected Bond had followed Fernandez. He guessed the outcome. If he went that way too, Bond would probably ambush him. He grunted and began to jog to the southeast, circling to come out on the private road that led to the house's front entrance. He's....he's not going to say anything about that? quote:"Sure, sure..." The gate whirred aside. He passed through the stone wall's gate through which Fernandez was supposed to have come. No sign of him. He ordered the man in the gatehouse to let him through, then went to search the ground outside the fence. There - signs of a scuffle. A spot of blood. So that was it for Fernandez. They probably wouldn't even find his body. Why are you not doing anything?! quote:Doberman was waiting on the back patio. God, we have a villain even worse at his job than Bond. quote:Chen said nothing, but thought: Tomorrow will be too late...
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# ? Aug 12, 2021 03:19 |
Chapter 17: ...And Into the Firequote:"We have got to time it as perfectly as humanly possible," Bond said, tightening a nut on the stand that held the machine gun to the prow of the Chris-Craft. He and Leiter were working over the speedboat in a "garage" on a private jetty south of Puerto Vallarta. "We should hit them both at the same time - only the decoy ought to start firing about thirty seconds earlier. Make it a minute. That'll give them time to move their firepower from the front of the house to the seaward side."[/quote I like how Bond implies he doesn't have any good men working with him here. quote:"But the odds, James!" If only we had one. quote:Bond finished attaching the machine gun and stepped back to admire his work. The gun was raked up at the steepest possible angle, as it would have to hit the house's upper windows from far below. "You sure the remote control-mechanism for this thing is going to work?" Bond asked dubiously. Leiter had jury-rigged it. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=06t_KP7y8Ao As Mythbusters demonstrated with their Breaking Bad finale rig, it is actually quite easy to rig up a remote controlled machine gun as long as you don't care about aiming. quote:"What is it, Felix? You look like you're not all here." On the other hand, Felix now has a badass cyborg arm. quote:"You will try to use their walkie-talkie to deceive them?" https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QoQZ0qmf-mk quote:Some called him Castillo and some called him Whitey. He didn't much care what they called him. He was a man who kept to himself, who had always felt apart. Maybe he felt different because he was a Mexican albino. Maybe because he didn't seem to feel a lot of emotions most people felt. He'd never felt love for someone - not since he was a little boy and his dad locked him in that rat-infested shed all night. That night something had snapped in his soul. Yes, another weird character! quote:There was just one thing that could melt Castillo the Whitey a little inside. Sex. Not romance - but sex. He could go at it for hours. And he could think about it for hours when there wasn't someone to go at it with. Take your hand out of there! You'll get pinched! quote:She'd tell Doberman, he was thinking. Doberman would kill me ugly. ...right. quote:That was too much for Castillo. "Okay, but keep your mouth shut about this..." He looked up and down the hall, then leaned his rifle against the doorjamb. He fumbled in his pocket with clammy, nervous fingers, found the old-fashioned key, and unlocked the door. He pocketed the key, opened the door, picked up the rifle, and stepped through with it. Staring at Lotta, he closed the door behind him. This is the worst escape attempt. quote:She squirmed away from him, and he let her, because he liked watching her move. He stared at her heavy, dessert-sweet lips, and wanted to taste them. He wanted to taste every part of her, bad. So bad it hurt. Is she just making this all up on the spot? quote:She opened the bathrobe. She had a slip on under the bathrobe, and that was all. Her big round breasts were bare and begging him for attention. They seemed to grow, to fill up the whole room for him, just then. He moved toward her, bent over her, reaching for them... Incredible. quote:After Bond had installed and primed the plastic explosives in the prow of the boat, Leiter went to swing the doors of the boat garage wide, opening the way to the pewter-coloured waters of the little estuary. Yeah. quote:Bond covered the machine gun with a tarp and lashed the tarp down tightly so the wind wouldn't pry it up and "drop their pants" in front of all the weekend boaters. It was a crude Soviet-made weapon, a piece of "surplus" confiscated from terrorists two years before: a 7.62mm caliber USSR RPD, gas-operated, with a hundred round metallic link belt in a metal drum. They'd removed the stock and bolted the ammo drum to the deck, plus added an unusually high muzzle stand for the raked shooting angle. It was a nearly obsolete weapon, mostly useful as a decoy-prop. And maybe it would confuse Doberman about who was attacking him, it would be a good thing if he thought, looking at the Soviet weapon, that the KGB was the attacker. The RPD is far from crude, and in fact was a sort of precursor to modern thinking on squad machine guns. While not seeing issue until 1948, it was actually accepted as early as 1944 for the new Soviet 7.62x39mm intermediate cartridge to accompany the SKS semi-automatic carbine and what would eventually become the AK-47 assault rifle. This rather radical design took advantage of the lighter cartridge to give a standard combat loadout of 300 rounds, with the officials figuring that a quick-change barrel was unnecessary because the gun would practically withstand all of that without overheating. The RPD was mostly replaced starting in the 1960s with the RPK, an automatic rifle form of the AK that was logistically easier to deal with, but it was the first instance of a mass produced, lightweight, belt-fed squad automatic weapon in an intermediate cartridge. It continues to see service in third world conflicts to this day and predates the FN Minimi (famous in the US as the M249 SAW) and similar modern designs. quote:Leiter returned to the boat, stepping over the water from the wooden walkway around the edges of the garage, and a minute later they were cutting across the wave to follow the coastline north. It really is just like having a noose thrown around your neck as you run. quote:The sun was shimmering at the horizon. Bond hurried to help Leiter unload the boat so they could get it back out to sea, to use that sunset's glare to their advantage. They'd treated the windows so they were opaque - no one would be able to see that the boat had no pilot. But it would be better if the glare hid the boat's details and made it just that much harder to hit. Man, I think Craig's Bond took more from this guy than Fleming. quote:He moved the battlefield shortwave, the eagle-eye missles, and a couple of backup rifles to Leiter's remote-control post ashore, atop the ridge overlooking the estate. "You don't think they will send sentries outside the fence, James?" Leiter asked when they'd gotten the gear stored safely behind the blind of camouflaging and twigs. Chances are he'll screw up again anyway. quote:Chen had thought better of his decision to keep quiet about the coming battle. To do the job right, he'd decided, he had to give his commander the facts. It tasted bad in his mouth, but he said it. "Sir, I think we ought to move out tonight. As soon as possible." He couldn't tell Doberman at this point, about the treehouse encounter with Bond. But he could tell him what it foreshadowed: "I think someone's going to hit us tonight." ....Chen, you've had like half of your guards mysteriously go missing and literally saw Bond ziplining out of a tree. There is no reason for you to not just tell Doberman to get prepared! quote:"Indeed?" Doberman spat a bone over the railing. It tumbled trailing blood droplets, to the sea far, far below. "I wonder if you are keeping something from me, Mr. Chen?" So better make sure to be as suspicious as possible! quote:"I think that tonight," Chen went on doggedly, "it's going to come down on us. I can't explain." Bond, you just killed a civilian! quote:Chen stared down at the man's twitching body in momentary shock. Shock - but not regret. No poo poo! quote:Chen moved to a window and peered from a lower corner. He saw the speedboat below, coming back around to strafe the balcony again. There was a machine gun mounted on the hood - but no one operating it. Must have it rigged so he can press the trigger from the pilot's cabin. Some kind of remote. Funny, Bond attacking that way - from the sea. So vulnerable down there. And that had been a lucky hit, that strafe. He couldn't hope to shoot at all accurately - not on those waves, and with no way to aim the muzzle of the machine gun precisely. Funny. Must have seen Doberman out there, and it was too much of a temptation. Nearly got him, too. But why was Bond sticking around? What could he hope to accomplish from down there now, except knock out a few windows? Sooner or later some boat would pass and see the action and radio the police. Crazy way to work. But maybe that was it - the unexpected. But how could Bond hope to- How long was Chen going through this internal monologue? Real time reading speed? quote:Chen nodded. "I think so. That's the boat that-" This is the first time I've seen Bond and the villain equally matched in incompetence. quote:He moved down the hall, took the stairs three at a time, zigzagging three flights below to the second floor. You're happy about this? quote:"Yeah, but poo poo, she..." He winced. "She pulled open her bathrobe. Them big boobies-" What drugs was Hatfield on when he did this chapter? quote:"Look, don't tell Doberman what happened, okay? I'll find her-" We've gotten past the really obvious plagiarism to what now sounds like Hatfield rushing to a finish during a coke binge. quote:Chen went up the hall to the stairway and paused beside the door of one of the unused bedrooms. He heard a noise from in there. Sure, Lotta was probably holed up in there - she'd been in the hall, heard him coming, was waiting for him to go. Why is he thinking in the third person? quote:The hell with her. Let her go. Finally, Bond accomplishes something! And I need to cut this massive chapter in two!
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quote:Bond's armored Chris-Craft speedboat shot toward Doberman's fortress like a throbbing erection.
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quote:Felix Leiter lowered the binoculars, grinning. That was one yacht Doberman would not be using for an escape. Already its deck was completely awash, and it was heeling over to port. By now James should have penetrated the fence. Time to back him up. You all suck so bad. quote:But now he was beginning to get the feel of it. His third missile shot straight for the house. The image whirled, and the little screen showed the roof and the spotlights slicing across the back lawns. He veered downward, then forced the missile into a wide circle over the treetops till he could get his bearings. It was not unlike a video game. Once you got the feel for it... quote:The three men - Garcia, and two other bodyguards - turned as one to begin firing at him. He was already opening up on them, but he knew it was too late. So....you had Leiter firing missiles at the house as you were trying to get in? quote:A ghoulish figure, a thing out of nightmares, loomed in the smoke cloud to Bond's left - the albino guard, the right half of his face torn away by flying debris, his teeth and the bone of his jaw showing within the wound, muscles exposed and hanging, one eye socket a puddle of red. Yammering maniacally, he charged Bond with an M16. Bond dodged, and fired from the hip, zippering the disfigured sentry with six slugs at close range. The man was lifted off his feet by the impact of the bullets and thrown back over the snaggletooth remains of the railing. Bond turned away, flattened himself against the wall beside the missile-impact hole, and lobbed a grenade into the house. The wall at his back shivered with the explosion, and fragments of stone fell from the edge of the break overhead. It's by sheer luck now that Leiter isn't bombing Bond directly. quote:Bond stepped through the broken-down door into the ground-floor living room. To the right, a cracked picture window showed only darkness - the view off the cliff s edge. A few stairs. Ahead, a wide staircase, twisting upward. Bond ran across the open space to the stairs, ducked back against the wall of the stairwell, half a flight up, looking for the enemy. No one yet. The overhead lights glowed as if nothing had happened, though they were slightly muted by smoke from the detonations; smoke that stung his eyes, made him cough. *Bane Voice* quote:He kept the flashlight in his left hand, but turned it off. In his right he carried the Beretta. The rifle was slung over his shoulder. The pistol would serve him better at this close range. Too bad he hadn't time enough to get another submachine gun. Somehow the violence is actually ramping up from Bond impaling people to trees and taking heads off. quote:The taller man, confused - the floor seemed to be shooting at them - swung around and let loose with the shotgun. The double-barreled combat shotgun roared, but it was too high, taking a chunk of the railing well over Bond's head. Bond fired twice between the railing posts. This man was farther from him and he could sight in on him clearly. Two bullets crunched through the tall man's skull and he fell over backward with a single short yelp. The flashlight looped from his nerveless fingers, and flaring light wildly, bumped down the stairs to the next landing. It came to a stop leaning against the bottom step, pointed upward, shining its light over the stairs and up onto the sprawled head-downward corpse of his partner. You duct taped shells to it? quote:Carrying the shotgun, he crept up the landing. A large grandfather clock faced him across the corridor, ticking sullenly. He heard footsteps approaching from his right. Someone coming down the stairs. I love how Hatfield is so desperate to end this that he can't even get descriptions out anymore. "Middle-sized." quote:He'd fired spasmodically, without aiming, and the bullets crashed into the glass face of the clock, sending shards flying, bits of springs and wood jumping out. On the ceiling? quote:Bond nodded to himself with a professional's satisfaction. Effective weapon - but only at very close range. He reloaded it - just two rounds left - and moved off down the hall to the stairs at the end. Why is everyone thinking in third person?! quote:Bond went to the vertical grey rectangle behind the stairs - the window of the corridor. He looked out, but he could see no one moving on the lawns. I unfortunately have to confirm this is less horrifying than the real effect would be. quote:Bond tossed the exhausted shotgun aside and caught up with the guard's weapon. There was a fresh clip in tb submachine gun. He looked down the stairs. No! He's into that! quote:"Take the helicopter, you can-" This is the reason you normally skip realism in these books. quote:Bond lowered him noiselessly to the floor, abandoned the garrote, and unslung his appropriated machine gun. It's been blown! quote:He squatted down, moved through the shadows to the open doorway, peered around the doorframe. Why is everyone grinning in this book? quote:Something smashed into Bond's left shoulder, its brother dug hungrily into his left thigh, spinning him around. He fell, cursing with the pain in his wounds as he struck the stone stairway. He rolled down five steps, came to rest at a wide place where the stairs switched back - where a zig became a zag. Well, I can't say she's one of the useless movie girls from this era. quote:Which gave Bond time to move up two flights, circle the boulder Chen was behind - Bond moving crabwise across the outcropping of rock just below the boulder, the cliff dropping away sheer beneath him. But Chen had disappeared. Vanished into thin air. Bond cursed to himself and put a fresh clip in the submachine gun. I think this is the RotorWay Scorpion, a line of kit helicopters produced from 1966 to 1984. quote:Despite his blood loss, Bond ran down the cliffside. Finally, an action scene truly worthy of the 80s! quote:The hydrocopter tilted, Doberman fighting to keep his balance. Hatfield and Bush. quote:Bond didn't waste any more time struggling with his enemy. He heaved himself up onto the flotation cylinder, dodging Doberman's swinging fists. Oh. Well, that was abrupt. quote:The hydrocopter was out of control, veering back and forth. Bond heaved himself into the small cockpit, squirming into the seat as he grabbed the controls. The waters reeled, the looming mountains ever closer and tilting, as Bond eased back on the throttle, slowing the Scorpion. He looked down. Doberman was clinging desperately to the frayed rope, which oscillated in the wind like a broken propeller. Holy poo poo! quote:The hydrocopter barely cleared the mountaintop in time, and Bond veered hard to the left. The chopper rolled on its side as Bond guided it back toward the jetty, where Leiter and Lotta waited with the outboard skiff.
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Chapter 18: Sudden Deathquote:A week later, James Bond stood on the balcony of his hillside casita at the La Brisas Hotel in Acapulco, almost hypnotized by the picturesque view of the perpetual paradise's bay. Waterskiers scimmed over the waves past multi-coloured sailboats and parasailers flew high above the Pacific Ocean and the rugged mountains behind racing speedboats. Finally, a happy ending! quote:Fuji Chen decided to use his nunchaku. It was an honorable weapon, ancient as air: two hard wooden sticks connected by wire. Oh. quote:He was a master with the nunchaku, and to the Caucasian world the strangeness of the weapon lent it an aura of fear. Noonchuck, the whites called it. .....they called it what quote:Chen quietly picked the casita's door lock and entered. He held his nunchaku loosely, a stick in each hand, letting the rough wire curve as it wanted. Wait, what?! quote:Chen put his body into perfect balance and began the kill... Well, that was a really quick final moment. It's not really that much, though. quote:Bond pulled his blade free. Then he clutched his arms across his body and stumbled toward the bedroom. Numbness was creeping up his body. He felt very cold. .....wait. quote:Lotta literally jumped out of the bed and ran toward him. Chapter 19: A Far, Far Better Rest quote:Commander James Bond loved the Navy and the fourteen months he spent as a young, seagoing sailor were among the happiest of his life. Therefore, it came as a surprise to no one that his last will and testament stated that he was to be buried at sea. WHAT quote:The H.M. submarine Reliant's company assembled, in full dress at 0800 hours. The torpedo officer took his place at the projectile's guidance console and programmed in the course M. had selected. The madman loving did it. quote:Beside M., Miss Moneypenny and Lotta Head tried to keep from breaking down, but failed. They stared straight ahead, with tears spilling down their cheeks. This man lied about being the next Bond writer, quickly threw together a book when questioned, and ended it by killing James Bond. quote:M. moved from the line. "Honors: hut." This really is how it ends. James Hatfield killed James Bond. What do you even say about this book? So much of it was blatantly copied from other sources, but so much can't be identified as such. Could Hatfield have actually gotten some kind of career as a pulp author if he was willing to try? Maybe, maybe not. It's a pretty terrible book, but not exactly worse than Gardner's latest. No matter what it is, it remains a bizarre and rarely explored chapter in Bond history. Gardner is who we'll return to, with Nobody Lives For Ever published in 1986. It seems to be regarded as one of his better entries. I can definitely say it has one of the oddest plots....and strangest resolutions to a recurring villain. chitoryu12 fucked around with this message at 01:56 on Sep 6, 2021 |
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Hachi machi!
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What a book / collage of plagiarized scenes. Everything and everyone was as stupid as possible throughout, so I guess it makes sense that in the end Bond cut his own throat.
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# ? Sep 6, 2021 07:31 |
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6SwqdNQ9vEk Wait, no, that's not right... Chapter 1: The Road South quote:James Bond signalled late, braked more violently than a Bentley driving instructor would have liked, and slewed the big car off the E5 motorway and on to the last exit road just north of Brussels. It was merely a precaution. If he was going to reach Strasbourg before midnight it would have made more sense to carry on, follow the ring road around Brussels, then keep going south on the Belgian N4. Yet even on holiday, Bond knew that it was only prudent to remain alert. The small detour across country would quickly establish whether anyone was on his tail, and he would pick up the E40 in about an hour or so. So Bond continues to be a violent driver! quote:He had taken the morning ferry to Ostend, and there had been over an hour’s delay. About half-way into the crossing the ship had stopped, a boat had been lowered, and had moved out, searching the water in a wide circle. After some forty minutes the boat had returned and a helicopter appeared overhead as they set sail again. A little later the news spread throughout the ship. Two men overboard, and lost, it seemed. Jesus, Gardner, did Hatfield give you inspiration? quote:Once through Customs, Bond had pulled into a side street, opened the secret compartment in the dashboard of the Bentley Mulsanne Turbo, checked that his 9 mm ASP automatic and the spare ammunition clips were intact, and taken out the small Concealable Operations Baton, which lay heavy in its soft leather holster. He had closed the compartment, loosened his belt and threaded the holster into place so that the baton hung at his right hip. It was an effective piece of hardware: a black rod, no more than fifteen centimetres long. Used by a trained man, it could be lethal. As seen in this contemporary brochure by ASP, Bond is carrying the COBRA Concealable Operations Baton. The same sellers of Bond's custom pistol also entered the market in 1976 with a set of telescoping batons, which collapse into a small neoprene-covered cylinder before being easily whipped out with a snap to a full 16-inch length. Such a weapon is ideal for Bond if he needs a less-than-lethal means of disabling attackers, so short when folded that it can be slipped into a jacket pocket. Starting in the 90s, police officers would start carrying such batons regularly in place of their old nightsticks. quote:Shifting in the driving seat now, Bond felt the hard metal dig comfortably into his hip. He slowed the car to a crawl of 40k.p.h., scanning the mirrors as he took corners and bends, automatically slowing again once on the far side. Within half an hour he was certain that he was not being followed. "Just because you died doesn't mean you get extra leave, 007!" quote:M grunted. ‘Moneypenny’s going to be away as well. Off gallivanting all over Europe. You’re not ... ?’ "Actually consummating a relationship would break from formula." quote:‘Off to Jamaica or one of your usual Caribbean haunts, I suppose,’ M said with a frown. Oh hey, May's back! quote:‘Yes ... yes.’ M was not appeased. ‘Well, leave your full itinerary with the Chief-of-Staff. Never know when we’re going to need you.’ I mean, your last two assignments had you intentionally sent into danger without knowing to see what happened. quote:As Bond left M’s office, the old man had the grace to say he hoped there would be good news about May. If only we had seen more of her and how important and beloved she was. quote:He had even spoken to her personally the evening before, and he now smiled to himself at the tone of her voice, and the somewhat deprecating way she had spoken of the clinic. She was, no doubt, reorganising their staff and calling down the wrath of her Glen Orchy ancestors on everyone from maids to chefs. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AC__o1UxDl8 quote:‘I’m sure they’re looking after you very well, May.’ She was too independent to be a really good patient. May will kill SPECTRE on her own if given the chance. quote:He checked the fuel, deciding it would be wise to have the tank filled before the long drive that lay ahead on the E40. Having established that there was nobody on his tail, he concentrated on looking for a garage. It was after seven in the evening, and there was little traffic about. He drove through two small villages and saw the signs indicating proximity to the motorway. Then, on a straight, empty, stretch of road, he spotted the garish signs of a small filling station. Our dramatic action scene is being interrupted by the compulsive need to describe the car. The Alfa Romeo Sprint is a sporting hatchback variant of the Alfasud family car, with a more aggressive (if very 70s-80s) angular appearance and flat-four engine that could get it over 100 MPH flat out. They're agile little cars with a low center of gravity suitable for the kind of crazy driving Bond enjoys. quote:Come on,’ one of the men said in rough French, ‘where is it? You must have some! Give.’ Like his companion, the thug was dressed in faded jeans, shirt and sneakers. Both were short, broad shouldered, with tanned muscular arms – rough customers by any standards. Their victim protested, and the man who had spoken raised his hand to hit her across the face. The French! They've finally invaded! quote:‘Stop that!’ Bond’s voice cracked like a whip as he moved forward. Gardner does seem to get the length wrong. 15 centimeters would be just under 10 inches, which is too short for the model he's carrying based on its folded size and the brochure I found. It should be 16 inches, or 40 centimeters. quote:The sudden appearance of the weapon took the young thug off guard. His right arm was raised, clutching the wrench, and for a second he hesitated. Bond stepped quickly to his left and swung the baton. There was an unpleasant cracking noise, followed by a yelp, as the baton connected with the attacker’s forearm. He dropped the wrench and doubled up, holding his broken arm and cursing violently in French. Bond should have carried one of these sooner! quote:Bond kicked the wrench out of the way, and turned to assist the young woman, but she was already gathering her things together by the car. Does she also have a strange blurry lens effect whenever you look at her? quote:‘I just wanted petrol.’ Bond looked at the Alfa Romeo. ‘What happened?’ "I'm one of the most famous men in Britain. I was literally just in the papers over seeming to quit the Secret Service?" quote:‘Sukie.’ She held out a hand, the palm dry and the grip firm. ‘Sukie Tempesta.’ Of course it is. quote:In the end, they both waited for the police, costing Bond over an hour and a half’s delay. The pump attendant had been badly beaten and required urgent medical attention. Sukie did what she could for him while Bond telephoned the police. As they waited they talked and Bond tried to find out more about her, for the whole affair had begun to intrigue him. Somehow, he had the impression that she was holding out on him. But, however cleverly he phrased his questions, Sukie managed to sidestep with answers that told him nothing. Not federally banned in the United States! But yes, collapsible batons are completely illegal to carry in the UK, as are any potential weapons except small pocket knives unless they're being carried as work tools or he has government approval to be armed in the line of duty. quote:Sukie Tempesta was still being questioned when he drove away, feeling strangely uneasy. He recalled the look in M’s eyes; and began to wonder about the business on the ferry. French and Germans! quote:Then, with about fifteen kilometres to go before the outskirts of Strasbourg, he became aware of another set of headlights directly behind him in the fast lane, and coming up at speed. This is now the weirdest day of Bond's life. quote:At one-eleven in the morning, the Bentley nosed its way into Strasbourg’s Place Saint-Pierre-le-Jeune and came to a standstill outside the Hotel Sofitel. The night staff were deferential. Oui, M. Bond ... Non, M. Bond. But certainly they had his reservation. The car was unloaded, his baggage whipped away, and he took the Bentley himself to the hotel’s private parking. This is accurate. Kina Lillet, the quinine-infused aromatized wine Bond had famously used to create the Vesper all the way back in 1953, was being reformulated. In 1986, when this book was released, it was discontinued in favor of the modern Lillet Blanc, which is sweet and lacks the quinine bitterness necessary for the drink. Stocks of the old stuff would start getting harder and harder to find over the coming years until it's now a very rare and valuable bottle, possibly undrinkable when found. quote:The Duty Officer listened patiently while Bond recounted the two incidents in some detail. The line was quickly closed, and Bond, tired after the long drive, took a brief shower, rang down for a call at eight in the morning, and stretched out naked under the bedclothes.
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# ? Sep 7, 2021 22:39 |
Chapter 2: The Poison Dwarf I swear, I'm not making this up. quote:Bond sweated through his morning workout – the twenty slow pushups with their exquisite lingering strain; then the leg lifts, performed on the stomach; and lastly the twenty fast toe-touches. Bond's staying at the Hotel Sofitel smack in the center of Strasbourg. While Bond's European stays often have him at ancient palaces of luxury, this hotel actually opened only in 1964 as the city's first 5-star hotel thanks to Banque Paribas, the largest bank in Europe. In 1980 the brand was purchased by Accor and remains under them to this day with over 100 Sofitel named properties. quote:A man of habit, Bond did not normally like change, but he had recently altered his soap, shampoo and cologne to Dunhill Blend 30, as he liked their specially masculine tang – and now, after a vigorous towelling, he rubbed the cologne into his body. Then he slipped into his silk travelling Happi-coat to await breakfast, which came accompanied by the local morning papers. I'd never even heard of Dunhill Blend 30 until now. Looks like it was launched in 1978 and has a very masculine leathery, forest-heavy scent before being rapidly discontinued. The reviews suggest I would love it, but it's long out of production and even 5mL mini samples are over $60 on the vintage market. quote:The BMW, or the debris that was left, seemed to be spread across all the front pages, while the headlines proclaimed the bombing to be everything from an atrocious act of urban terrorism to the latest assassination in a criminal gang war that had been sweeping France over the last few weeks. There was little detail, except for the information given by the police, that there had been only one victim, the driver, and that the car had been registered in the name of Conrad Tempel, a German businessman from Freiburg. Herr Tempel was missing from his home, so they presumed he was among the fragments of the motor car. "Please help us, Mr. Bond! She's taken over the kitchen and keeps trying to smoke salmon! We've already lost three nurses!" quote:He dialled 19, the French ‘out’ code, followed by the 61 which would take him into the Austrian system, then the number. Doktor Kirchtum came on the line almost immediately. Moneypenny, what the hell are you doing inserting yourself into the plot like this? quote:‘James! How lovely to talk to you.’ The hills are alive with the sound of Bond getting clowned on. quote:Miss Moneypenny still held a special place in her heart for Bond. After a little more conversation Bond again thanked her for the thoughtful action of visiting May. Oh my God, it's the bagel guy! quote:He turned away, having made his identification. The face was known well enough to him, with thin, ferret-like features and the same bright, darting eyes as the animal. What, he wondered to himself, was Paul Cordova – or the Rat as he was known in the underworld – doing in Strasbourg? Bond knew there had been a suggestion some years ago that the K.G.B., posing as a United States Government agency, had used him to do a particularly nasty piece of work in New York. If a Gardner book starts this odd, you know it'll only get odder. quote:He went down to the parking area, checked the Bentley carefully, and told the man on duty that he would be picking it up within half an hour. He refused to let any of the hotel staff move the car. Indeed, there had been a certain amount of surliness on his arrival because he would not leave the keys at the desk. On his way out, Bond could not fail to notice the low, black, wicked-looking Series 3 Porsche 911 Turbo. The rear plates were mud-spattered, but the Ticino Canton disc showed clearly. Whoever had raced past him on the motorway just before the destruction of the BMW was now at the hotel. Bond’s antennae told him that it was time to get out of Strasbourg. The menacing small cloud had grown a shade larger. The 80s was a good age for the 911. First the Gemballa in The Killing Zone, now an unmodified model in the next official book. quote:Cordova was not in the hotel foyer when he returned. On reaching his room, Bond put through another call to Transworld Exports in London, again using the scrambler. Even on leave it was his duty to report on the movements of anyone like the Poison Dwarf, particularly so far away from his own patch. How DARE quote:But when the red-brown roofs of the lakeside villages came in sight, Bond began to laugh. Suddenly his gloom lifted and he recognised his own pettiness. He slid a compact disc into the stereo player and a moment later the combination of the view and the great Art Tatum rattling out The Shout banished the darkness, putting him into a happier mood. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3mxrSZYn_N8 This may be a Bond of the 80s, but he ain't updating his taste! quote:Though his favourite part of the country lay around Geneva, Bond also loved this corner of Switzerland that rubbed shoulders with Italy. As a young man he had lazed around the shores of Lake Maggiore, eaten some of the best meals of his life in Locarno, and once, on a hot moonlit night, with the waters off Brissago alive with lamp-lit fishing boats, in the very ordinary little hotel by the pier, had made unforgettable love to an Italian countess. As one does. quote:It was to this hotel, the Mirto du Lac, that he now drove. It was a simple family place, below the church with its arcade of cypresses, and near the pier where the lake steamers put in every hour. The padrone greeted him like an old friend, and Bond was soon ensconced in his room, with the little balcony looking down to the forecourt and landing stage. The Hotel Mirto is a hotel that was in Brissago, Switzerland, on the banks of Lake Maggiore. It appears to have changed its name (and possibly ownership) to Residenz Mirto, but I can't tell if it's still open. quote:Before unpacking Bond dialled the Klinik Mozart. The Herr Direktor was not available and one of the junior doctors told him politely that he could not speak to May because she was resting. There had been a visitor and she was a little tired. For some reason the words did not ring true. There was a slight hesitation in the doctor’s voice which put Bond on the alert. He asked if May was all right, and the doctor assured him that she was perfectly well, just a little tired. There's now a conspiracy involving Moneypenny and May? They finally get to do something! quote:Bond thanked him and said he would call again. By the time he had showered and changed, it was starting to get dark. Across the lake the sunlight gradually left Mount Tamaro, and lights went on along the lakeside. Insects began to flock around the glass globes, and one or two couples took seats at the tables outside. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9CS4THydM0g quote:It was some ten minutes later that the people at the tables and in the hotel bar heard the repeated piercing screams. The steady murmur of conversation faded as it became obvious the screams were not part of some lighthearted game. These were shrieks of terror. Several people in the bar started towards the door. Some men outside were already on their feet, others were looking around to see where the noise was coming from. Bond was among those who hurried outside. The first thing he saw was the Porsche. Then a woman, her face white and her hair flying, her mouth stretched wide in a continuous scream, came running down the steps from the churchyard. Her hands kept going to her face, then wringing the air, then clutching her head. She was shouting, ‘Assassinio! Assassinio!’ – Murder – as she pointed back to the churchyard. Wait, we just met this guy! He didn't even get to be poisonous and he's already dead! quote:Bond pushed through the gathering crowd and returned to the lakeside. He had never believed in coincidences. He knew that the drownings, the affair at the filling station, the explosion on the motorway, and Cordova’s appearance, here and in France, were linked, and that he was the common denominator. His holiday was shattered. He would have to telephone London, report, and await orders.
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# ? Sep 12, 2021 03:18 |
https://twitter.com/getfandom/status/1438887470951632898?s=21
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# ? Sep 18, 2021 01:29 |
Welp.
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chitoryu12 posted:Welp. Congratulations!
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chitoryu12 posted:Welp. So how's it smell?
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Nice find!
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# ? Sep 22, 2021 02:04 |
Runcible Cat posted:So how's it smell? I only got a brief sniff with the cap off and haven't applied it yet, but incredibly strong. Almost like I'm rubbing some kind of European herbal liquor on myself.
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# ? Sep 22, 2021 03:16 |
https://twitter.com/007/status/1441017087737094146
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# ? Sep 23, 2021 15:27 |
I’ve put on the Dunhill to go out tonight. This scent is “masculine” in the sense that it knocks you on your rear end. It smells incredibly strongly of pine, patchouli, and moss, like you’ve stumbled upon a hippie moonshine still in a wet forest. The liquid inside is even dyed green. I can smell myself with just a few tiny dabs.
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chitoryu12 posted:I’ve put on the Dunhill to go out tonight. So they killed it for a reason then! Or maybe it's due to the age of the bottle? Do perfumes go 'off' over time?
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Imagining James Bond smelling like a head shop now.
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# ? Oct 5, 2021 19:12 |
Finally back home for a bit to keep working tonight! Decided to get a Mount Gay Eclipse and soda, as in the Casino Royale film. The pair actually works together even better than scotch and soda for a refreshing cold drink.
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# ? Oct 7, 2021 19:38 |
Chapter 3: Sukiequote:‘James Bond!’ The delight seemed genuine enough, but with beautiful women you could never be sure. You know what, let's just assume she has nice tits and not mention them on any woman again. quote:‘I didn’t expect to see you again.’ Her wide mouth tilted in a warm smile. ‘I’m so glad. I didn’t get a chance to thank you properly yesterday.’ She bobbed a mock curtsey. ‘Mr Bond, I might even owe you my life. Thank you very much. I mean very much.’ If I were Bond, I'd start worrying how my week would go as soon as I met a woman with a name like that. quote:Outside the commotion was still going on. There were police among the crowd and the sound of sirens floated down from the main street and the church above. Bond knew he needed his back against a wall all the time now. She asked him what was going on, and when he told her she shrugged. No, no rhyming! quote:‘Sukie,’ she said with a wide smile, the large eyes innocent, yet with a tiny tinge of mockery. ‘You must call me Sukie, Mr Bond. Please.’ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tjOLP8dQ78w quote:‘James.’ And at that moment the padrone came bustling up to complete her booking. As soon as he saw the title on the registration form everything changed to a hand-wringing, bowing comedy, causing Bond to smile wryly. A warning Bond will never, ever follow. quote:‘Dinner would be very pleasant,’ he replied before once more asking what she was doing here on Lake Maggiore. Naturally. quote:‘What a happy coincidence.’ Bond gave another bow. ‘If I can be of service ...’ Phone scramblers were old tech even by the time this book was written; they were commonly used by the British in WW2 and Winston Churchill had one in his office. The above is a Racal MA-4225 voice scrambler, introduced in 1983, which could be used on analog phone lines or VHF and UHF radio. Here's the manual if you want a deep dive into how it works, including a circuit diagram, but basically it divides your speech into digitized chunks that are scrambled by a code that changes every half second, which is unscrambled by the receiver at the end. While Bond's CC500 is a fictional device, it's completely within the realm of reality at the time. quote:There were ten minutes to spare before he was due to meet Sukie, though Bond doubted she would be on time. He washed quickly, rubbing cologne hard into face and hair, and then put on a blue cotton jacket over his shirt. He went quickly downstairs and out to the car. There was still a great deal of police activity in the churchyard, and he could see that a crime team had set up lights where Cordova’s body had been discovered. Another goon pointed out to me that Bond is technically wearing his ASP baton wrong. You carry it in a cross-draw grip, as you require a strong flick to extend it and having to pull it across your body lets you naturally draw and extend it in one motion. Carrying it on his right hip when he's right-handed will make for an awkward, slower motion. quote:To his surprise, Sukie was already at the bar when he got back into the hotel. You have never preferred that. quote:Bond slid on to the bar stool next to her, turning it slightly so that he had a clear view of anyone coming through the big glass doors at the front. ‘What will you drink?’ A quick attempt to connect Bond back to Fleming with his "musical comedy" dig on the Americano and the like in "From A View to a Kill." I should have more grappa to see if my initial impression of it is correct. It's an Italian brandy made from pomace, the solid leftovers of grape juice pressing for wine. A local restaurant had it as an after-dinner drink. Notes of hay and gasoline. quote:She ordered the same, then the padrone bustled over with the menu. It was very alla famiglia, very semplice, he explained. It would make a change, Bond said, and Sukie asked him to order for them both. He said he would be difficult and change the menu around a little, starting with the Melone con kirsch, though he asked them to serve his without the kirsch. Bond disliked any food soused in alcohol. That's a first. Kirsch is a Germanic cherry brandy. Unlike many cheap fruit brandies, it's not sweet and typically high in alcohol with a strong flavor. Kirsch-soaked desserts, from sour cherries to chocolate cake, are common in the region. quote:‘For the entrée there’s really only one dish, pasta excepted, in these parts, you’ll agree?’ Their dish is a fairly standard-sounding one: a leg of lamb rubbed with olive oil seasoned with aromatics and baked in the oven, sprinkled with additional white wine. As I mentioned at the beginning of Gardner's tenure, when Bond's first wine is a young and cold red, the "red with red meat, white with fish and poultry" rules were starting to become less strict in the 80s. quote:When they were seated Bond wasted no time in offering to help her on her journey. She means "keep him warm" literally. The Bible is very specific that Abishag did not have sex with David, only lying next to him as a source of body heat. The story led to esoteric Early Modern physicians encouraging old men to sleep alongside young virgins to maintain their youth, as if they needed excuses. quote:‘Well, that’s what I was, Pasquale Tempesta’s Abishag, and he enjoyed it. Now I enjoy what he left me.’ Saying "Oh Lord" like I want to might be blasphemous here. quote:She gave another little pout. ‘I was pretty well brainwashed. Daddy was a broker —all very ordinary: home counties; mock Tudor house; two cars; one scandal. Daddy was caught out with some funny cheques and got five years in an open prison. Collapse of stout family. I’d just finished at the convent, and was all set to go to Oxford. That was out, so I answered an ad in The Times for a nanny, with a mound of privileges, to an Italian family of good birth: Pasquale’s son, as it happened. It’s an old title, like all the surviving Italian nobility, but with one difference. They still have property and money.’ This is a really weird Ghost tie-in. quote:Bond asked how the two sons had achieved success, and she hesitated for a fraction too long before going on airily. Where he normally does all his secretive planning, so... quote:‘This is urgent. Very urgent. Could you ... ?’ He just said not to say anything! quote:are in the gravest danger. Genuine danger. We can’t get anyone to you quickly, so you’ll have to watch your own back. But stay put. Understand?’ ‘I understand.’ When Bill Tanner spoke of Rome coming to him, he meant Steve Quinn, the Service Resident in Rome. The same Steve Quinn Bond had planned to stay with for a couple of days. He asked why Rome was coming to him. The original Bond would have gotten pegged, coward. quote:Tanner told him to keep her at the hotel. ‘Stall her about Rome, but don’t alert her. You really don’t know who are your friends and who your enemies. Rome will give you the full strength tomorrow.’ You're certainly looking for one. quote:They talked on and had coffee and a fine in the neat dining room, with its red and white checked tablecloths and gleaming cutlery, the two stolid north Italian waitresses attending the diners as though serving writs instead of food. I'm sure he'll handle it very intelligently. quote:They went up together, with Bond offering to escort Sukie to her room. They reached the door, and he had no doubts as to what should happen. She came into his arms easily enough, but when he kissed her she did not respond, but kept her lips closed tight, her body rigid. So, he thought, one of those. But he tried again, if only because he wanted to keep her in sight. This time she pulled away, gently putting her fingers to his mouth.
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I was tweakin' by myself one night, that's when I wrote this tune/And I did not have no need for that bed in my hotel room.
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# ? Oct 10, 2021 19:38 |
Sometimes you see posts you didn’t expect in a fandom.
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Our beloved author gets a hat-tip in the upcoming Operation Mincemeat movie. I wonder if he'll be much of a character?
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quote:A few minutes later, the bridge speaker's metallic voice broke the silence in the General's cabin. "Grid square 54-90 area clear. No enemy vessels in vicinity." This, too, is lifted from somewhere. Hunt for Red October specifically -- honestly, did anyone expect otherwise? HFRO posted:“So, we are to proceed to grid square 54-90 and rendezvous with our attack submarine V. K. Konovalov — that’s Captain Tupolev’s new command. You know Viktor Tupolev? No? Viktor will guard us from imperialist intruders, and we will conduct a four-day acquisition and tracking drill, with him hunting us — if he can.” Ramius chuckled. “The boys in the attack submarine directorate still have not figured how to track our new drive system. Well, neither will the Americans. We are to confine our operations to grid square 54-90 and the immediately surrounding squares. That ought to make Viktor’s task a bit easier.” and of course, why take one thing when you can take two: quote:The General smiled thoughtfully, thinking how anxious he was to soon be on a paradise of warm beaches, palm trees, white sand beaches and dusky girls. The frozen tundra of the Motherland seemed light-years away. HFRO posted:Moreover, for Russians the island of Cuba was as exotic as Tahiti, a promised land of white sand beaches and dusky girls. Ramius knew differently. He had read articles in Red Star and other state journals about the joys of duty in Cuba. He had also been there. in conclusion, Gogol is Sean Connery. Or rather, was. Psion fucked around with this message at 05:35 on Nov 1, 2021 |
# ? Nov 1, 2021 05:24 |
There could probably be a whole project made out of checking The Killing Zone against the entirety of literature.
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I agree, but I also don't volunteer
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# ? Nov 1, 2021 21:33 |
Something to finish this chapter with!
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# ? Nov 10, 2021 00:03 |
Chapter 4: The Head Huntquote:Steve Quinn was a big man, tall, broad, bearded and with an expansive personality, not the usual sort to get a responsible undercover position in the Service. They preferred what they called ‘invisible men’ – grey people who could vanish into a crowd. ‘He’s a big, bearded bastard,’ Steve’s wife, the petite blonde Tabitha, was often heard to remark. Don't tell me John Gardner was the originator of the Grey Man movement. quote:Bond watched from behind his half-closed shutters as Quinn got out of a hired car and walked towards the hotel entrance. A few seconds later, the telephone rang and Mr Quarterman was announced. Bond told them to send him up. This guy's already cooler than most of Gardner's partner ideas. quote:Bond asked why they could not have flown Geneva up to him. Okay. Now we actually have a plot worth looking at. quote:Steve Quinn filled in the rest of the story. M had received a hint about two weeks before Bond went on leave. ‘The Firm that controls South London tried to spring Bernie Brazier from the Island,’ he began. In other words, the most powerful underworld organisation in south London had tried to get one Bernie Brazier out of the high security prison at Parkhurst, on the Isle of Wight. Brazier was doing life for the cold-blooded killing of a notorious London underworld figure. Scotland Yard knew he had carried out at least twelve other murders, although they could not prove it. In short, Bernie Brazier was Britain’s top mechanic, a polite name for hired killer. HMP Isle of Wight – Parkhurst Barracks is the official title of this prison, part of a combination of two prisons in the Newport/Parkhurst area on the island off the southern coast of England. At the time of this book, Parkhurst was one of the most notorious prisons in all of the United Kingdom. Peter Sutcliffe (the Yorkshire Ripper), Ian Brady of the Moors Murders, the Kray Twins, and IRA fatal hunger striker Michael Gaughan were all imprisoned there. Its reputation was equivalent to Alcatraz in the US. quote:‘The escape was bungled. A real dog’s breakfast. Then after it was all over, friend Brazier wanted to do a deal,’ Quinn continued, ‘and, as you know, the Met don’t take kindly to deals. So he asked to see somebody from the sisters.’ Saves on those costs, at least. quote:From outside came the sound of children playing near the jetty, the toot of one of the lake boats, and far away the drone of a light aeroplane. Bond asked what they had got from the late Bernie Brazier. Bond is not only being hunted, there's a competition with strict rules about how he's to be killed! quote:‘Who in heaven’s name ... ?’ Bond started. And Bond is inadvertently leaving a trail of horrific death behind him! quote:‘And who’s organised this grisly competition?’ Third time's the charm. quote:‘Your old friends the Special Executive for Counterintelligence, Terrorism, Revenge and Extortion – SPECTRE; in particular, the successor to the Blofeld dynasty, whom you’ve had one nasty brush with already, M tells me ...’ The man, the myth, the parachute. quote:‘Who will be the late Tamil Rahani in a matter of three to four months. Hence the time limit.’ Yes, what could possibly kill a man by successfully escaping by parachute? quote:'Yes.' Oh, he landed mildly hard and it hit the Cancer Button. Okay. quote:‘Who’s involved, apart from SPECTRE?’ Gabriele Ferzetti, who played Draco in the film adaptation of On Her Majesty's Secret Service, actually lived all the way to 2015! quote:Steve Quinn lifted his large body from the chair. There was none of the visible effort that might be expected from a man of his size, just a fast movement, a second between his being seated and standing, with one large hand on Bond’s shoulder. ‘Yes. Yes, I know, this is going to be a bitch.’ He hesitated. ‘There’s one more thing you ought to know about Head Hunt...’ Don't repeat yourself. quote:‘It’s to do with SPECTRE’s rules for Head Hunt.’ Quinn’s face was expressionless. ‘The contenders are restricted to putting one man in the field – one only. The latest information is that already four have died violently, within the past twenty-four hours – one of them only a few hundred metres from where we’re sitting.’ This whole time, Bond has been followed by a bunch of assassins dropping dead around him. quote:All four, Bond thought, had been very close indeed when they were murdered. What were the odds on that being a coincidence? Aloud, he asked Quinn what M’s orders were. Because all of Bond's past adventures had plenty of trustworthy people! quote:‘Your boys?’ he said. ‘Give me a rundown.’ The Renault 25, with the V6 Injection Automatic engine, is a pretty standard 4-door sedan. Bond's Bentley has significantly more power and a higher top speed that it can hit faster. quote:‘I want information on one other person,’ he said as he stepped back into the centre of the room, ‘an English girl with an Italian title...’ Huh. Maybe Quinn isn't a bad guy if he's giving sensible advice. quote:‘We’ll see. Okay, Quinn, if that’s all you have for me, I’ll sort out my route home. It could be scenic.’ Great history of that working out. quote:Quinn frowned, nodded and left Bond to make his final preparations. Speed was essential, but his main concern at this moment was what he should do about Sukie Tempesta. She was there, an unknown quantity, yet he felt she could be used somehow. As a hostage, perhaps? The Principessa Tempesta would make an adequate hostage, a shield even, if he felt sufficiently ruthless. As though by telepathy, the telephone rang and Sukie’s mellow voice came on the line. Is it just me, or is Bond being unusually dickish in this book? Fleming's Bond (and all of the later authors) never even considered using an innocent woman as a hostage or shield! And Bond has spent much of his time learning about the Head Hunt growling and snapping at Quinn even when not suspecting him. He almost feels like he's verging on the Hatfield Bond who keeps smiling like a psychopath when he gets to decapitate people. quote:She laughed, and the harshness seemed to have gone. ‘I’ve nearly finished packing. I’ll be fifteen minutes at the most. Do you want to eat here before we leave?’ You just contemplated taking her hostage! quote:‘If you insist.’ She was not being unpleasant, just a little more formal than before. ‘It is rather important. I’ll be with you in ten minutes.’ chitoryu12 fucked around with this message at 18:21 on Jan 5, 2023 |
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chitoryu12 posted:Is it just me, or is Bond being unusually dickish in this book? Fleming's Bond (and all of the later authors) never even considered using an innocent woman as a hostage or shield! Plus what good would it do? "Hey money-hungry hitman drop your weapons or I'll shoot this random hot woman I'm travelling with!" "So loving what?"
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# ? Nov 13, 2021 21:27 |
https://twitter.com/kimtsherwood/status/1456183107166609409?s=21
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# ? Dec 10, 2021 19:55 |
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Huh, do we know anything about her? She doesn't have a Wikipedia page, and my cursory searches were pretty empty. (From the US, I dunno if this is bigger news elsewhere.)
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# ? Dec 11, 2021 00:38 |
And my job gets longer!
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# ? Dec 16, 2021 15:56 |
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chitoryu12 posted:
Ugh. I've never read any of Horowitz's other stuff, but his take on Sherlock Holmes, The House of Silk, was boring and didn't feel particularly Holmesian. So I can't say I have high hopes for this one.
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# ? Dec 17, 2021 00:45 |
His most prominent Bond novel, Trigger Mortis, got most of its attention for being a direct sequel to Goldfinger that included an unproduced outline Fleming wrote for a TV show as part of the book.
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chitoryu12 posted:His most prominent Bond novel, Trigger Mortis, got most of its attention for being a direct sequel to Goldfinger that included an unproduced outline Fleming wrote for a TV show as part of the book. chitoryu12 posted:His most prominent Bond novel, Trigger Mortis chitoryu12 posted:Trigger Mortis
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# ? Dec 17, 2021 02:47 |
Look, this guy loving wrote Alex Rider.
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Trigger Mortis
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