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13. 007 and Hernandez
Night had fallen when 007 approached the Bodleian Library. He was sure it was shut. Fortunately, he knew there was an underground entrance on the western side.
When he got to the entrance, he could see that it had already been opened. There was evidence of it having simply been pushed open. He sighed. He knew others were after whatever the device was. He looked around and slowly entered the passage
He found the object where the report stated it was, but there were others already there! They immediately moved to fight him. Why did it always have to be so?
Soon, he had defeated the enemy agents and grabbed the artifact. But then he heard something. “Who’s there?” he asked.
There was no answer. He then went back the way he came.
Shortly after he emerged outside, he heard something behind him. He turned and asked. “Is someone there?” Shortly afterwards there was a strange electronic sound emanating from the passageway. He ran back, but found nobody. ‘I better get back to London,’ he decided.
On the way back to London, especially after leaving Oxford, he felt that he was being followed. It was just as well the motorway had been completed the previous year. He stayed alert, prepared for anything. Suddenly he saw a motorcycle headlamp behind him. ‘Uh oh!’
Before he could react, he saw another two vehicles veer off the opposite side of the motorway.
With the two (Russian?) agents defeated by the mysterious motorbike rider, 007 pulled over. The motorcycle rider pulled up behind him.
He took his gun out from his shoulder holster and stepped out of the car.
“Thanks for the intervention,” he said. “But I would like to know who you are.”
The motorcyclist took off her helmet, letting her blonde hair fall loose over her shoulders. “Daniela Hernandez.”
“Bond. James Bond.” He sized up this Hernandez, she had an Oxford accent.
Hernandez looked at this James Bond. He was looking at her in more ways than one. ‘What to say?’ she pondered. “What was your objective?” he asked.
“You obtained something in Oxford,” she said.
“You’re not taking it,” Bond stated.
“It is something you may not be ready for,” Hernandez shot back. ‘Careful, don’t antagonise him.’ Too bad she didn’t have time to redesign a phaser to look like a gun of the period. Then she could have stunned him easily.
“What do you mean?”
“It is something technological isn’t it?”
“Yes,” Bond answered in a guarded tone. “But I trust my Quartermaster to be able to work it out.”
“That’s what I’m afraid of.”
Bond looked closely at the pensive expression on Hernandez’ face. She was clearly hiding a lot of things. ‘I need to do something, before she tries something desperate,’ he thought. He was sure of one thing. That asking her who she worked for wouldn’t be a good idea.”
“I can let you look at it somewhere secure.”
“Sure.”
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Night had fallen when 007 approached the Bodleian Library. He was sure it was shut. Fortunately, he knew there was an underground entrance on the western side.
When he got to the entrance, he could see that it had already been opened. There was evidence of it having simply been pushed open. He sighed. He knew others were after whatever the device was. He looked around and slowly entered the passage
He found the object where the report stated it was, but there were others already there! They immediately moved to fight him. Why did it always have to be so?
Soon, he had defeated the enemy agents and grabbed the artifact. But then he heard something. “Who’s there?” he asked.
There was no answer. He then went back the way he came.
Shortly after he emerged outside, he heard something behind him. He turned and asked. “Is someone there?” Shortly afterwards there was a strange electronic sound emanating from the passageway. He ran back, but found nobody. ‘I better get back to London,’ he decided.
On the way back to London, especially after leaving Oxford, he felt that he was being followed. It was just as well the motorway had been completed the previous year. He stayed alert, prepared for anything. Suddenly he saw a motorcycle headlamp behind him. ‘Uh oh!’
Before he could react, he saw another two vehicles veer off the opposite side of the motorway.
With the two (Russian?) agents defeated by the mysterious motorbike rider, 007 pulled over. The motorcycle rider pulled up behind him.
He took his gun out from his shoulder holster and stepped out of the car.
“Thanks for the intervention,” he said. “But I would like to know who you are.”
The motorcyclist took off her helmet, letting her blonde hair fall loose over her shoulders. “Daniela Hernandez.”
“Bond. James Bond.” He sized up this Hernandez, she had an Oxford accent.
Hernandez looked at this James Bond. He was looking at her in more ways than one. ‘What to say?’ she pondered. “What was your objective?” he asked.
“You obtained something in Oxford,” she said.
“You’re not taking it,” Bond stated.
“It is something you may not be ready for,” Hernandez shot back. ‘Careful, don’t antagonise him.’ Too bad she didn’t have time to redesign a phaser to look like a gun of the period. Then she could have stunned him easily.
“What do you mean?”
“It is something technological isn’t it?”
“Yes,” Bond answered in a guarded tone. “But I trust my Quartermaster to be able to work it out.”
“That’s what I’m afraid of.”
Bond looked closely at the pensive expression on Hernandez’ face. She was clearly hiding a lot of things. ‘I need to do something, before she tries something desperate,’ he thought. He was sure of one thing. That asking her who she worked for wouldn’t be a good idea.”
“I can let you look at it somewhere secure.”
“Sure.”
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