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One good thing about continuation work - fan fiction as opposed to 'authorised' material - is the fact that the former is done for love not money.

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Yes  ajb007/martini

1.On Her Majesties Secret Service 2.The Living Daylights 3.license To Kill 4.The Spy Who Loved Me 5.Goldfinger

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Also sometimes the fan fiction is better than the work of some of the hacks
They've hired to continue the novels.  ajb007/wink

"Let his death be a particularly unpleasant and humiliating one."

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Thanks for the support. And Yes Stag. I have posted the plot somewhere else. ajb007/martini More to come

“The scent and smoke and sweat of a casino are nauseating at three in the morning. "
-Casino Royale, Ian Fleming

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After having some understanding where the Plot will now go. And after realizing the simliarity my title had with another eprson's piece of Fan Fic. I've changed it to 'No stone left unturned.'

“The scent and smoke and sweat of a casino are nauseating at three in the morning. "
-Casino Royale, Ian Fleming

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Part 3
As Bond gathered his bearings; watching the crowd scream and bustle around him he knew that he was lucky for two reasons. The first and most important reason was that the bullet had missed is delicate head. Instead, hitting his chest, protected by the strongest form of Bulletproof Vest he could get a hold of. Two, he was fortunate enough to invest in a leg holster, which sat rather comfortable his favourite weapon, a Walther PPK. Having ditched his Beretta long before his Casino assignment, all those years ago, he was pleased to have his old friend with him. Pulling his pant leg up, he collected the Walther from its hiding spot and juggled it for a few seconds between his hands. A sigh of relief corsed through his body because he knew he was finally doing what he did best. He had reached his comfort zone. Bond was never one for carefully planned covers and rehearsed speeches. When the time came for an unhealthy amount of large force and violence, Bond felt like he could deliver it in spades. This was because it was his job; the blunt instrument. His eyes gazing through the forest of people, landing on a secluded spot by the large poster of him. He knew this was the assassin because the man was calm. Everyone else around him was yelling and screaming. Everyone was running around in circles. The TV cameras had lost sight of their dearly beloved new President and people were scrambling for shelter. This man, stood in the middle of it, searching gingerly with his head for his target, so he could have another opportunity to kill him. Giving up, the man slowly placed his Heckler and Koch back into his shoulder-holster. Bond’s legs lurched forward, his own body was yelling at him to slow down as he started to run. Keeping his eyes on the assassin, Bond weaved his way through the Fijians; his head trying to clear itself of all the background static.  Greg met him on the staircase as the two jumped the steps three at a time.
‘007. What do you think you’re doing? Go back and play dead, I’ve got him.’ Bond almost laughed out loud. MI6 expected him to still pretend he was the President while the man got away.
‘Shut up and follow my lead,’ he heard himself say to Greg, ‘He’s heading for the Beach.’ 
During his tour of the Fiji Islands, Bond presumed his inauguration speech would be at Suva, the Capital. Yet the real Miles Reben; contacting them at his safe house, refused every city a part from Lautoka, the Sugar City, the place where he currently lived. Bond had never been to the Sugar City before, and found himself lost in its busy roads and streets.
The assassin had reached the intersection and skipped across it lightly turning around to spot the two men chasing after him. After being spotted, Bond had to increase his pace to match up with the man who started to sprint. Not bothering to look both ways at the road, Bond ignored the abuse he got from the drivers who had to brake for him. He felt Greg pass him on his right. Some people were just fitter then others. Having crossed the road, the Assassin had entered a large park, looking out of place with the kids and young mothers. Bond had slowed down but Greg had kept his pace.
‘Stand back. I got this.’ Bond was about to call out but it was too late. Before Greg could aim take his P99 out of his holster, the assassin had already revealed his Heckler and Koch from his hiding spot again. Pulling the trigger twice, Greg fell against the bark, his body dropping by a large kids yellow slide. He wanted to stop and comfort the dying man but Bond knew he couldn’t let the assassin slip away. More determined than ever, Bond followed the man to the end of the park. The assassin was an expert. He had done this many times, Bond realised, as the man hopped over the wooden fence on to the Fijian Sand. Knowing he couldn’t keep his sprinting pace for much longer, Bond fired his Walther at the fence. Weakening the wood, he placed his shoulder down and tore through the fence. Landing on his face into a couple of startled sunbathers he stood up and apologised. He smiled weakly at them as he watched the assailant strip off his jacket and pants to reveal a wetsuit. He had come prepared. What did plan to do? Swim to New Zealand?  He ran towards the beach in pursuit, overhearing the final words from the woman he had bumped into.
‘Hey, wasn’t that the president?’ Bond did not have a luxury of a swim suit. Instead quickly ripped his shoes off, pulled his shirt off, superman style, and ditched them on the beach. Stuffing his Walther into his pants, he dove head first into the water. A sudden memory flashed into Bond’s mind. It was a beach in Cannes, South of France. He was about six years old. His father, was with him.
‘Kick with your legs, son. Long and powerful kicks.’
He did so now, just like those many years ago.
‘Your arms, one at a time. High above your Head, fingers curved.’
He did so in Fiji. His head only above water for a few moments at a time. He remembered spotting his Father, twenty metres in front of him. Treading water.
‘Swim to me, James, Just swim to me.’  His six-year old body crossed his arms and he remembered crying. He did not want to.
‘Swim to me and we can go home.’
‘Come on. I know you can do it.’
Bond started swimming. His legs like a motorboat, forcing himself further and further into the sea. He looked up to see his father, who had swum out more. The image of his father, laughing and cheering him on turned into the assassin. His wetsuit highlighting himself to Bond in the Fijian waves. Bond spotted a pontoon in the distance. Kids would do dive bombs into the water from it. Continuing with his furious freestyle, Bond realized that he was gaining on the man. Only ever so slightly though. Reaching the Pontoon first, the Assassin shot the two kids who were playing on it.
What was he doing? Bond slowed his freestyle down and swum underneath the water, reaching the Pontoon from the other side, facing the sea. As he slowly placed his head above the water he heard the whirring of a helicopter nearby. So that was the man’s game. Reaching for his Walther, Bond freaked as he realised the gun must have fallen from his pants while he was swimming furiously earlier. Now he was unarmed, and with only a few precious moments until the helicopter released its safety rope and the assassin got away scot-free. Bond knew he still had the advantage of surprise however, as the man scoped the other side of the pontoon for him. It was now or never. He had to act. Throwing himself on to the pontoon he rushed towards the man. Hearing the noise, the man turned around to fire but it was too late. Rugby tackling the man off the pontoon, Bond felt the rush of water hit his face and the man’s Heckler and Koch disappear into the water. Now they were at least even.
The man wriggled away from his grasp, kicking him firmly in the face as he pulled himself up on to the pontoon. Hearing the helicopter louder in his ear, Bond attempted to pull himself up the same way. Only to be kicked brutally in the face, pushing him back into the water. The man had the highground. He had the advantage. Throwing his head underwater, Bond skimmed his hand against the dirt and grit at the bottom of the sea. Grasping a large amount of it; Bond swum towards the pontoon once more. As the assassin turned to kick him off once more; he aimed the dirt at the man’s face and expertly threw it. It his square on and the he stumbled back, rubbing the grit from his eyes.  Using those few special moments, he pulled himself up on to the pontoon. Ignoring the obscenities said by the man, Bond held his hands up in a typical boxing pose. The assassin smiled. It was the first opportunity Bond got to get a good look at him. He was well-over six-foot. He was Caucasian, but definitely not English. The way his lower jaw slacked and his blue piercing eyes. With one quick roundhouse kick, Bond’s relaxed but ready pose was demolished. This man had been training for months for this day. He had met his match all right. His right fist collided with Bond’s jaw as he fell back on to the hard concrete of the pontoon platform. He had landed against a body of one of the innocent bystanders. Poor Kid. Holding the corpse up, he threw it towards the assassin. Who easily dodged it with one small jump to the right. Wanting desperately to get up and have another go at the man Bond attempted to sit himself up. He was instantly shut down with another kick, in the abdomen, one kick in the groin and punch in the head. He was allowing this man to have a field day with him!
The man stopped.
Bond closed his eyes for a few moments. How on earth was he supposed to explain this to M. He had failed, given up on duty. Greg Red, or whatever he called himself, was probably dying on that kid slide by himself. And Bond, well he did not know what to do except stay where he was.
‘Keep swimming Bond, you can do it!’
His father’s voice returned to his head. His father, Andrew Bond, who sat in a  grave in Scotland.
‘You can do it, my boy! For me!’
He opened his eyes, the helicopter must have been right above them now. He saw the emergency rope fall down to the pontoon. The man wrapped his legs around it and held it tight with his arms. He closed his eye once more.
‘Come on, James!’
Opening his eyes again he saw the assassin wave a signal to the helicopter. He had one last chance. Moving ever so slightly with his hands he grabbed on to the man’s foot. The assassin looked down but before he could kick Bond away the helicopter moved forwards; lifting the two together into the air. Clinging to the man’s ankle, Bond felt himself being lifted into the air. Looking around, he noticed the pontoon becoming smaller in his eyes. This was insane.
‘Get off of me!’ He felt the man’s ankle thrash around in his grasp. He looked up at the man, who spat furiously into Bond’s face. He was trying everything to desperately get loose of Bond.
‘Who do you work for?’ A memory flashed into Bond’s mind. Patrice in Shanghai. He asked the same question to him yet he remembered what happened next.
‘Go to hell.’ The assassin’s other foot slammed into Bond’s face, causing his nose to bleed. He swung around, his brain rocking inside his skull. Spotting the helicopter from his angle. He read what was written on its side. Stone Inc.
It looked like he didn’t need the man anyway.
‘Stone Inc, huh?’ The man did not say a word, but instead continued thrashing violently.
‘So that’s who hired you?’ It was at that moment that it occurred to Bond that it was only one way he could get out of this situation alive. With all of his final strength, he pulled the man’s ankle violently down. As expected; the man let go of his rope and the two men came crashing down towards the water. Bond had timed it perfectly however. Throwing himself to the left, he landed, feet first into the deep water. The assassin however, landed, head first on to the pontoon. Bond heard the crack of the skull as the man’s body crushed against the floating piece of concrete. The helicopter silently flew away as Bond, started to slowly swim to shore…
MORE TO COME

“The scent and smoke and sweat of a casino are nauseating at three in the morning. "
-Casino Royale, Ian Fleming

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Looking forward to the next installment!

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Yes, very good stuff !  ajb007/martini

"Let his death be a particularly unpleasant and humiliating one."

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I'm going to start another Story, once the Laptop has been fixed by PC World  ajb007/martini

1.On Her Majesties Secret Service 2.The Living Daylights 3.license To Kill 4.The Spy Who Loved Me 5.Goldfinger

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Thank You all for your Support.  ajb007/martini
I promised more to come and more will come. Just a bit hectic lately. And Quality is better then quantity.  ajb007/smile

“The scent and smoke and sweat of a casino are nauseating at three in the morning. "
-Casino Royale, Ian Fleming

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I hope there's nothing too naughty on that laptop AOS !  ajb007/lol   ajb007/lol   ajb007/lol

"Let his death be a particularly unpleasant and humiliating one."

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I'm still formulating the background to my novelette 'An Ungentlemanly Act' but have got it more or less sorted now & intend to begin writing in earnest as & when time allows.

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Thunderpussy wrote:

I hope there's nothing too naughty on that laptop AOS !  ajb007/lol   ajb007/lol   ajb007/lol

The OH would never allow it  ajb007/lol

1.On Her Majesties Secret Service 2.The Living Daylights 3.license To Kill 4.The Spy Who Loved Me 5.Goldfinger

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stag wrote:

I'm still formulating the background to my novelette 'An Ungentlemanly Act' but have got it more or less sorted now & intend to begin writing in earnest as & when time allows.

I'm looking forward to that, stag - my interest is piqued. I will be purchasing that title when it appears on Amazon.  ajb007/smile  ajb007/martini

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Thank you but it won't be ready for quite a while - though you have already read a couple of snippets from it as posted in this thread under the same title. I have spent quite a bit of time getting the historical facts of the period correct as well as the 'legend' of the main character. I plan it to be the first of a series. Making money not being the object, rather to get something out there which hopefully will be shared & enjoyed as a ripping spy yarn.

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stag wrote:

Thank you but it won't be ready for quite a while - though you have already read a couple of snippets from it as posted in this thread under the same title. I have spent quite a bit of time getting the historical facts of the period correct as well as the 'legend' of the main character. I plan it to be the first of a series. Making money not being the object, rather to get something out there which hopefully will be shared & enjoyed as a ripping spy yarn.

Oh yes, of course I fully understand that these things take time even though I only really write non-fiction myself.  ajb007/smile

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I was just wondering if there has been any progress on the short story front? I'm looking forward to reading more fan work.

I guess time is the enemy for us all.

In the meantime I have been busy (when I get the chance) with my proposed novelette. I'm still working on the background to my main character & his place in the scheme of things. Wishing to be historically as accurate as possible I have woven a fictitious department into the various actual British intelligence & sabotage apparatus of the time. As said, because I intend 'An Ungentlemanly Act' to introduce the main character as part of a series I have been taking my time making sure things are correct before I actually start writing. The storyline is in place & a few chapters have already been written but I am definitely not going to rush this project.

Expect plenty of action & many twists & turns.

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Stag, I finally got around to reading 'BLOWBACK', and thought it was a cracking story. Very Fleming-esque. My favourite bit was the fight between Bond and van der Byl in the hotel room, which was very well done and descriptive, and brutal enough to be evocative of the From Russia With Love train fight, what with the image of two dangerous men really going at each other. Keep up the good work!

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Jellyfish wrote:

Stag, I finally got around to reading 'BLOWBACK', and thought it was a cracking story. Very Fleming-esque. My favourite bit was the fight between Bond and van der Byl in the hotel room, which was very well done and descriptive, and brutal enough to be evocative of the From Russia With Love train fight, what with the image of two dangerous men really going at each other. Keep up the good work!

Thank you very much for your kind words & I'm glad you enjoyed it. For my story to be described as 'Fleming-esque' is a compliment indeed!
It may interest you to know that I am currently in the latter stages of producing an ebook entitled 'An Ungentlemanly Act' which introduces a character of my own in the first of an intended series. I think you may enjoy reading it when it appears online. I've had lots of help & support from  AJB members for which I continue to be grateful. Here's a couple of threads about it:

http://www.ajb007.co.uk/topic/45894/heeeelp-pleeease/

http://www.ajb007.co.uk/topic/45825/spy-thriller/

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Just had a look at this thread. Mm. I kinda gave up on my Fan Fic. Is like. Time is he enemy of everyone. BUT I really want to do some more fan writing. If anyone has some ideas, things they wanna see, stuff the want to contribute, please feel free to comment.

“The scent and smoke and sweat of a casino are nauseating at three in the morning. "
-Casino Royale, Ian Fleming

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James Suzuki wrote:

Just had a look at this thread. Mm. I kinda gave up on my Fan Fic. Is like. Time is he enemy of everyone. BUT I really want to do some more fan writing. If anyone has some ideas, things they wanna see, stuff the want to contribute, please feel free to comment.

I'm still working on my ebook - it's written but & am on the last read/rewrite - as you say time isn't my friend & I can only attend to it in fits & starts. I can't see me being able to contribute any more JB fan stories any time soon but I look forward to reading any others posted here.

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I found the following link to many JB fan fiction stories.


https://www.fanfiction.net/search.php?r … formatid=0

I haven't read any of them so cannot comment on how well (or badly) they are written but I thought they may be of interest.