White camouflaged commandos worked their way down the mountainside toward
a picturesque chalet nestled in the snow-covered mountains of the Swiss Alps.
Signaling his men to stop, the leader of the commandos raised his binoculars
to his eyes and focused on the picture window below. Lowering the binoculars
he signaled his men to get ready.
Inside the lodge, Earnst Stavro Blowfeld, head of Spectre (a worldwide crime
organization) was meeting with a representative of a supremacist group called
The Chosen. With drink in hand, Blowfeld stood in front of the large window
and watched skiers fly down the mountainside below. Turning from the window
to the other man in the room, he spoke to him in a condescending tone.
"Really Mr. Hamit, dont try to convert me to your cause or place me
within that pitiful group of fools. I have no patience with fanatics and
their causes. Be it these so-called Hitlerites or the latest religious cult,
they are all the same to me. Fools, unwilling to think for themselves, needing
to be fed the pabulum of their own fears, to be told its all right
for them to hate and destroy what they refuse to take the time to understand.
They are willing to give up everything for their cause; their money, their
children, and their freedom just to be told that they, and only they, are
in the right. Dig into any of these fringe groups, youll find the
individuals running them are only in it for the money and power that it brings
them. I understand you better than you know. I have used that foil myself
in the past."
Putting down his drink, Blowfeld sat down in his chair and a white longhaired
cat jumped into his lap. He gazed at the man in front of him; Dwight Hamit,
a white male, forty-five years old, well built and in good physical condition,
from the American southwest.
For the past hour Hamit had been trying to convert Blowfeld to his beliefs;
to convince Spectre to give, not sell, the armaments that he had came to
procure for his New World order. A salesman of the highest caliber, he had
sold hundreds of people on his employers ideals, many of whom had willingly
given of their fortunes or technical knowledge to further the cause. Hamit
had come to the Swiss Alps convinced he could get what he wanted from Blowfeld,
without paying for it. He now realized that wasnt going to happen.
Blowfeld wasnt falling for the usual sales pitch. He tried again.
"Mr. Blowfeld there must be someway we can do business, our group isnt
Blowfeld laughed. "Really Mr. Hamit, The Chosen has an undeclared income
of over forty million dollars a year, and thats after running expenses.
I had your little group thoroughly checked out when you first contacted Spectre."
Smiling at the startled man he finished his drink before going on. "We may
be able to come to a mutually beneficial agreement. The Chosen wants the
world to sit up and take notice of them and I have the means to do that."
"What do you want in return?" questioned Hamit, getting an uneasy feeling
the price would not be to his liking.
Blowfeld smiled "I have a new untested weapon
The sounds of gunshots filled the air, Blowfelds assistant rushed into
"Sir were under attack."
"How discourteous of them to interrupt our meeting. Mr. Hamit if you would
care to join me." Blowfeld picked up his cat and went to an internal wall
where he opened a hidden door. "Well continue this discussion elsewhere."
Hamit followed Blowfeld through the opening leaving everything behind, when
he asked Blowfeld about that, he just smiled.
"There will be nothing left Mr. Hamit." Blowfeld fed a code into a control
panel, "I have set the self-destruct. By the time these malevolent forces
reach this room there will be nothing left of it."
The fight continued as Blowfeld and Hamit made their escape in a fast traveling
Snow-cat. Hamit turned around to look out the back of the cab at the sound
of an explosion. All he could see was black smoke rising into the sky over
Inside the lodge the fighting had came to an end. The invading forces had
overcome Spectres men, disarming them and Blowfelds self-destruct.
Removing the explosives, they had set them off outside. The leader of the
now controlling team spoke into a com-link.
"We have secured the lodge, Blowfeld got away. Do you wish us to pursue?"
"Negative Team Leader, gather everything and bring it back to headquarters.
Tear the place apart if you have to. I want every piece of information you
In London M signed off with a sigh. "So far all we been able to do is slow
Spectre down." Addressing her aid, Moneypenny, she told her, "Find Bond,
I want him here and ready to go as soon as we receive that information."
James Bond finished reading the report M had given him and laid it on Ms
desk. Pushing his chair back he asked his superior, "How close are they to
making this weapon operational?"
M shook her head, "We dont know for sure. So far we have been one step
behind them. Our best guess is that Spectre hasnt started human testing,
but we cant take a chance they might be closer to testing it outside
of a laboratory then we think."
"Do we know where they are now?" asked Bond
"The European governments have joined together to stop Spectre from succeeding
in this; making this part of the world too unpleasant for them to work in.
For whatever reason Blowfeld doesnt seem interested in trying to set
up shop in Asia. We now believe
" M walked over to a large computer
screen and pressed keys on a control panel, changing the picture from a map
of Europe to one of North America. "Its now believed that Blowfeld
has joined forces with a supremacist group calling itself the Chosen. They
are based somewhere in the southwestern part of United States of America;
a state called Colorado. Pack warmly Bond, I believe its snowing there."
In the Federal building in Denver, Colorado Chris Larabee, leader of the
ATFs most successful team, sat in his office staring at a memorandum.
The memo was on domestic terrorism. They wanted to share information by
exchanging officers with other governments. Why would his team be asked to
participate in something like this? Team Seven had a reputation for not playing
well with others. The brass wouldnt want to run the risk of embarrassment
with a foreign government, by involving his team. There had to be more to
it. Walking out of his office into the bullpen, he checked on who was in.
Buck Wilmington and Vin Tanner were still out running down a lead. Nathan
Jackson was in the forensic lab getting the latest info on a case. That left
Josiah Sanchez, Ezra Standish and JD Dunne. Chris smiled, just the threesome
to get to the bottom of this.
"Gentlemen I have a little mystery I want you to solve."
Looking up from his computer screen Ezra asked his boss. "Pray tell sir,
how may we be of service to you?"
Chris handed him the memorandum. "Check this out, especially the two names
there, James Bond and Felix Leiter. I want to know everything about them."
Turning to JD he added, "I dont want to know the details of how you
do it, just dont get caught. Josiah, try to keep them out of trouble."
Sighing at the big mans laughter he added, "If you can."
James Bond and Felix Leiter were stopped in the lobby of the federal building
and were thoroughly checked out. The young receptionist enjoyed listening
to the handsome British agents accent as he flirted with her. Smiling
she handed him his pass and watched him walk away, enjoying that too.
Only after they had proven to be who and what they said they were, were they
allowed to proceed. Bond was only allowed to keep his weapon after Felix
agreed to be responsible for his behavior.
"Youd think I was a mental case and you were my keeper," remarked Bond
as they waited for the elevator. He made a point of checking out the
buildings exits as they waited.
"Think about why were here and what happened in Oklahoma. Better
inconvenienced than sorry," Felix told him.
"Of course," Bond responded as they got on an empty elevator. "Felix, are
you sure about this ATF team?"
"Then why keep them in the dark? Why not let them know everything about this
case up front? M cleared the exchange of information with your government
before I left London."
"Cleared it with the CIA, not the Feds or the ATF; groups who are not
known for sharing information. While I havent met this team personally,
I have worked with other domestic police forces and they didnt impress
me with their willingness to share information," Felix told him.
"Or yours either," muttered Bond under his breath.
"What was that James?" asked Felix.
"Why are we meeting with them at all then?" Bond knew why but wanted to hear
Felix admit it, if only to himself. If they were to be successful in stopping
Blowfeld, they had to work together in this.
"Because they have dealt with survivalist groups before, because they have
the highest arrest and conviction rate in the country. Mavericks every last
one of them, if they live up to their reputation, they wont hesitate
to work outside of the rulebook if they need to. Technically James, the CIA
isnt suppose to work inside the United States borders and working with
the ATF will be easier then with the Feds. Anyway if they can spot
a hole in our cover story all the better, fix the problems before we meet
up with the survivalists. Youve studied the report on these guys. What
do you think of them?"
Before Bond could reply the elevator doors opened into an empty corridor.
Walking toward the bullpen they found it to be empty also. Where were the
men they had an appointment with?
"Where the hell are they? Our appointment was for 10 oclock sharp,"
asked an annoyed Felix as he checked the empty office of Chris Larabee.
Just then a young man with long dark hair stepped out of the elevator. In
his hands were bags from a bakery and a tray of Starbucks coffee. Felix
mistook him for a delivery boy and started to question him when Bond stepped
in and took the tray of coffee before it was dropped.
"Thanks," said the young man before either spy could question him. "You must
be the 10 oclock appointment, were meeting upstairs. Our conference
room just got painted and you cant breathe in there, so we moved the
meeting upstairs to another room. They mustve forgotten to tell you
in the lobby." The young man moved to a desk to pick up a folder and made
his way back on the elevator. "Come on, its this way."
Bond and Felix exchanged glances and followed. Back on the elevator Felix
tried to make small talk.
"Youve got quite a load there son. Team Seven often send you out on
This earned him a dirty look from the young man.
"No sir, I lost the toss with my co-workers and I went out
for the coffee. Our coffee maker died this morning and no one would lend
us one on short notice. As for the baked goods I was hungry and I was taught
better manners than not to bring some back for everybody."
With that the elevator door opened and the young man hurried down the hall
leaving the two spies in his wake.
"Well done Felix, I do believe that was Agent Dunne, Team Sevens
electronics expert you have just alienated."
"Damn, he looks even younger in person than in his file picture." Felix shot
back as the pair walked down the hall to the door Dunne disappeared into.
The room held the missing men from Team 7, none of whom paid any attention
to the two spies. Agent Dunne had already taken his seat next to a tall man
with a bushy mustache only to jump up again when Bond came in with the tray
of coffee, Dunne took the tray from him.
"Thanks", Agent Dunne told him as he passed out the coffee to his fellow
agents. "Didnt know how you fellows took yours, so I got it black,
we got cream and sugar if you want."
Bond took one of the two empty seats at the end of the table and draped his
coat over the back of the chair. Felix tried to talk to the blond man in
black, only to be told to take a seat. Annoyed, he did so next to Bond. Once
seated, Felix tried to gain the attention of the men in the room by speaking
over the men talking.
"Gentlemen, Im Felix Leiter and this is James Bond, we had an appointment
The men in the room ignored him and if anything they got louder. The man
in black just glared at them without saying a word. M could take lessons
from him in that regard thought Bond, the man could freeze the devil himself
with that icy glare. Felix was getting nowhere with his approach. Finally
the man in black held up his hand and the room was instantly quiet. Without
saying a word he had complete control of the room and the men in it. He spoke,
"Mr. Leiter, why has the head of British Intelligent sent its top agent,
007 to Denver Colorado? And why has our government assigned the CIA to back
him up? And most importantly, Mr. Leiter, what is my teams involvement
Inwardly Bond was laughing at his friend, as Felix tried to explain without
giving away any information about the case. Bond had known the cover story
Felixs people had come up with wouldnt work with these men when
he had heard it; the exchange of ideas between police forces of different
countries on domestic terrorism by exchanging officers of different departments.
It all sounded very nice on paper but anyone any good at ferreting out the
truth (and these men were the best) would find out he wasnt attached
to Scotland Yard or Felix to the CIAs public relations. Bond sat back
to study the men around him. He had been given reports on them from Felix
and M; he had gone over them on the flight over. Now he wanted to fit that
information with the men sitting at the table.
Chris Larabee, the tall blond man dressed in black, was an ex Navy Seal who
had more than earned the respect given to him. A capable man in any situation,
a man who could be trusted to get the job done. A born leader, he took care
of his men and they him. It had bothered Bond at first that not only were
they the same age but shared similar tragedies in their pasts.
Buck Wilmington, the man with the dark bushy mustache, also an ex-Navy Seal,
served with Larabee in the Navy. An intelligent man who hid that intelligence
behind a good-old-boy veneer. He was Larabees oldest friend. He watched
out for the younger members of the team like a big brother, especially Dunne.
Vin Tanner, long sandy colored hair, on the lean side. An ex Army Ranger
(covert-ops) joined the Army as soon as they could legally take him. A weapons
expert and sniper, he had spent the time between the Army and the ATF as
a bounty hunter. Hed packed a lot of living into his twenty-eight
.wonder if he lives up to his reputation as a prankster?
Josiah Sanchez, big was the first word that came to mind, powerfully built
and strong even now in his early fifties. Ex-Army, the teams profiler
had degrees and doctorates in many fields. Josiah had worked within the
governments intelligence communities till he burned out. James
couldnt find out which one. He still had his top, top-secret clearance
and Felix was told certain years of his life were classified and to leave
it at that. That hadnt made Felix happy. Wonder if any of his teammates
know that about him?
Nathan Jackson, the dark-skinned medic and forensic liaison was ex-Army as
well. Trained EMT medic, kept up with the latest medical research, recruited
from the police force. Intelligent and compassionate, a no-nonsense man,
takes care of his teammates, takes it personally when they get hurt. Probably
the most stable of the lot.
JD Dunne was the youngest and the most hyper. Electronics and computer expert;
could get a computer to do anything he wanted it to. Writes some of the best
anti-hacker programs in the business. His programs, which he updated when
needed, were safeguarding some very important computers. He also had top
secret clearance. Felix should never have mistaken him for a delivery boy.
And then there was Ezra P. Standish, undercover-man extraordinaire. An
intelligent individual (a given with this group) skilled in the art of
infiltration in with any group or situation. A man with a strong sense of
right and wrong. Wouldve make a very good spy, if only Standish was
English then he could recruit him for Q.
He was also the only one of the seven he had met before. Of course that was
nine years ago and when Bond had first met Standish, he was calling himself
Edwin Sanders. A twenty-one year old college student on summer holiday in
Europe; playing poker in Monte Carlo and holding his own against the big
boys. Bond smiled at the memory and decided it was time to force Felix to
change his plans.
"Felix I believe these gentlemen have seen the holes in the cover story.
We might as well tell them everything." Taking care to show what he was doing,
he picked up his briefcase and pulled out files which he passed out around
the table, ignoring Felixs scowl while addressing the group.
"Gentlemen the files you are holding are on two organizations, one is a
supremacist group called The Chosen, which I believe you are familiar with.
The other is a world-wide criminal organization known as Spectre, headed
by Ernst Stavro Blowfeld: a man with no national ties and loyal only to himself."
"Sounds charming," drawled a southern voice.
"It gets better. Spectre sells death to anyone who has the funds to purchase
it, or they extort large sums of money from countries or major corporations.
Pay or be destroyed is their usual approach."
"You and Mr. Leiter believe this Spectre is in Colorado," asked Chris of
the British agent as he scanned the papers in front of him.
"We have reason to believe they are. Three days ago British commandos overran
a ski lodge in the Swiss Alps. A self-destruct was disarmed allowing the
forces to gather intelligence. There they found evidence of a meeting between
The Chosen and Spectre. The Chosen is believed to have made its headquarters
in the southwest has it not?"
"Yeah it has, though no one has officially been able to locate it yet." replied
Chris. Looking at both spies he asked them again. "Why us and more importantly,
why are you in such a hurry to find The Chosen? What weapon did this Spectre
sell them that has two governments so upset?"
"Mr. Larabee, isnt it enough that your government needs your teams
skills to find this group and stop them?" asked Felix.
"Larabee you can be ordered to take this case," Felix snapped.
Chris fixed Felix with a cold stare. "I will not allow my men to go into
any case without knowing all the facts. They can get killed that way. If
you want our help youll fill us in, or leave."
Bond had had enough, "Felix, we are wasting time. They have to know what
were up against."
"James?" questioned Felix as Bond went on,
"Mr. Larabee, Spectre is developing a deadly virus that can be programmed
to attack an individuals DNA. Much like the smart gun that only allows
its owner to fire it. This virus will only attack and kill the specific DNA
it has been programmed to go after. As of now we do not believe Spectre has
run tests of it outside of the laboratory. We hope they havent gotten
that far with it. We do believe that they are planning to use the Chosen
resources as their testing ground." Bond went on, "For the last six months
every major government around the world has been hounding Spectre out of
their usual hiding places and not letting them dig into new ones. We hope
to destroy the virus and all their research before they get to human testing.
Unfortunately, so far weve been one step behind them. The Chosen has
given Blowfelds people a place to finish the work in safety and targets
to test it on. What the Chosen doesnt know, or doesnt care about,
is Spectres plan to keep control of the cure. They plan to extort the
world for the cure after a demonstration of the viruss killing power."
The room was quiet, as each man was lost in his own thoughts at the enormity
of what the man from Britain had told them sank in. Nathan spoke first.
"Dear God do they realize what theyre doing? The possibility of a
"Spectre doesnt care what happens to the worlds population. They
arent concerned even with ruling whats left, only that mankind
will pay whatever they ask for to get the cure." Surprisingly, that came
from Josiah not Bond.
"You had run-ins with Spectre before Mr. Sanchez?" asked Felix.
"In a different life, I did," replied Josiah.
"Youve now told us why our governments are working together, but you
havent said what you need us for," Chris stated, not liking where this
was going, not liking it at all.
"Because you and your team are the best at what you do and technically this
is a domestic affair. On numerous occasions you have brought down groups
illegally stockpiling weapons without the media over-reporting the stories.
We need to accomplish this mission without the media causing a panic. The
real story must never be exposed," Felix told them. "You have on your team
experts that will not only be able take out the Chosen but will be able to
identify and destroy Spectres virus and any records that could be hidden
on computers anywhere in the world."
"Mr. Larabee, Spectre must be stopped at whatever the cost. Failure is not
an option; the price would be too high." Bond did his best to convince Larabee
of the importance of this mission.
"I cant argue that, we will need all the information you have on Blowfeld
and how hell react to having you, Mr. Bond, in the same town. You have
been a major thorn in his side in the past," Chris told Bond.
At Bonds questioning look, Chris suddenly grinned and said.
"Im sure you got full reports on us before you came. We did the same
on you and Mr. Leiter. In fact, thats how we found out about your inquiries
into the Chosen, but not the why."
"In that case, why dont you call me James," Bond told Chris. Both men
were beginning to understand each other, and for the time being, that would
be enough for them to work together till they put a stop to Spectres
plans. Friendship could wait until they had time to know each other better.
"Do you have any idea where the Chosen might be at this time?" Leiter asked
Buck spoke up, "The Chosen has had a few brushes with the law. Seems they
get violent when they run into folks that dont agree with them. Of
late, the group seems to be keeping a low profile. I do believe we might
have an idea or two where to find them." JD handed him the file he had picked
up on his stopover at their office. "Thanks JD". Then Buck addressed the
others, "As a rule, a persons beliefs are his or her own business,
but not when they start stockpiling guns and explosives. The Chosen have
been rumored to be buying whatever they can get their hands on. The ones
that were arrested used a private ski lodge as their address, both as their
place of employment and as their residence. Nothing unusual in that, a lot
of places keep their help year around. But I bet Ezras jag, thats
where well find their headquarters."
James and Felix looked over the file, noticing that it had a lot more information
than the official one they had gotten.
"If you dont mind me asking, this has a lot more in it then the one
we were given." James said.
"Well, I imagine you got the official report that only has proven facts and
none of the stuff we get from our informants." Buck told him, "That one has
everything weve uncovered, even if it is just the word on the
. and thats not a lot."
"Its a lot more than we had when I left England. It gives us a place
to start looking," James told them.
Leiter spoke up "That raises another issue, Mr. Jackson with your medical
knowledge, would you be able to recognize the virus research if you saw it?"
"Id have to study the reports you have on it to familiarize myself
with it. But yes, I believe I could."
"Mr. Dunne, well need you to create a program that can hunt down and
destroy any files hidden on any computer in the world that Spectre could
have hidden research in," Felix made it a statement and not a question.
JD was uncomfortable with the request. "Im good with getting information
out of computers. But you need somebody to hack in and create a program that
can get past firewalls and stuff. I dont know much about that part
of the computer world," JD said with as much conviction as he could, glancing
over to Chris and Josiah as he said it.
Josiah sighed and told JD, "Go make your phone call."
JD looked at Chris who nodded his head yes; JD got up and left the room.
Buck had seen what had gone on and was upset that he wasnt in on what
was bothering his little brother.
"Now wait a cotton-picking minute. Whats going on here? Whats
got JD all riled up?"
Felix watched the exchange between the three men. "I take it Mr. Dunnes
standing in this area isnt common knowledge within the team?"
"No it isnt and I will have to know who decided to give you access
to that information Mr. Leiter," said Josiah, "It is on a need-to-know basis."
"My apology Mr. Sanchez, the person who gave me that information considered
it necessary to a successful end to this mission. Only myself and Agent Bond
know of Mr. Dunnes past expertise in the field, it will go no further."
JD returned and took his seat; he had regained his composer.
"Ive been told I can finally tell yall about my part time job
with the intelligence section of the government." Looking at each member
of the team before he resumed. "It was back in college when I started writing
programs for them, anti-hack programs that now protect some of the nations
top secret computers. While its not a major secret, the less people
who know about it the better. Part of the agreement I signed when I started
working for them was not to talk about it to anyone. Only Chris and Josiah
knew about it; Chris cause hes my boss. There are times when I had
to be able to go and do updates or change the programs. Josiah,
.well I dont know why Josiah. I was just told to go to
him if I needed help in anything." JD was relieved that it was finally out
in the open, he didnt like having secrets from his friends, especially
Josiah smiled at JDs last statement; "I too worked, for our nations
intelligence community, once upon a time. I retired from that field years
ago and went back to teaching. It wasnt until I met Nathan, that a
career in law enforcement ever entered my mind. I was asked to keep an eye
on JD only because I was here, and to lend a helping hand if he needed one."
JD knew that Buck wasnt happy about being kept in the dark for all
that time. He would have to find a way to make it up to his best friend and
surrogate big brother.
Sensing the need for a break, Ezra spoke up, "Gentlemen, as the hour is going
on twelve, Ah believe a midday repast is in order. Doesnt Ms. Recillos
have a private area at her establishment we could utilize? We can avail ourselves
of the location to continue this discussion and satisfy our appetites at
the same time. It would also be in maintaining this farce, for example, where
else would Team Seven take visitors to lunch if not at our preferred eating
establishment. Consumption of our repast in the office would elevate the
curiosity of our colleagues." Ezra then turned to the spies. "Are you two
gentlemen mobile? We can share transportation if you are not."
"Uh?" asked Felix
A soft Texan draw translated for the bewildered Felix. "Hes asking
ya ifn youre hungry and ifn ya got your own car or are
ya willing to share a ride with one of us? Ez has a tendency ta over use
words, its a bad habit weve been trying to break him of for a
while." Vin got up and started for the door, pushing Ezra out ahead of him,
ignoring Ezras comments about what he thought about bad habits and
who had them.
The other men followed, all that is except Buck and JD. Buck called out to
Chris "Well meet ya there."
"Dont be too long," Chris replied as he left; the two of them needed
to sort this out. He left them alone to do so.
Before Buck could say anything, JD jumped in apologizing.
"Buck Im sorry, but I couldnt say anything, I took an oath not
to tell anybody, signed papers and everything." JD was up and pacing back
and forth across the room, his mouth running at top speed as he tried to
get it all out at once. "It never came up before and they, the spooks that
hired me, kinda discouraged me from talking about it to anybody. At the time
I needed the money, with mom getting sick. She didnt want me to leave
school, and the job was for our government and I
" JD was running out
of steam, not sure what to say. More than anything he wanted Buck not to
be mad at him.
"Ah kid, I aint mad at you, just a little disappointed that you kept
it from me."
"How could I have worked it into a conversation? Wait till were washing
dishes and say, "Hey Buck did I ever tell you I worked part time for the
spooks in intelligence. Dont tell anyone, they could turn up missing
permanently." JD looked down at the floor. "I never had a family till I joined
up with Team Seven, now I got six brothers, but the most important one is...
is the one who shares his home with me," looking Buck in the eyes, "I never
want to lose him." JD kept looking up at Buck with his puppy dog eyes and
waited for Buck to say something.
"Hell kid, you aint ever going to lose this old dog. I never had much
of a family either; Im sure not going to let my littlest brother go
for any reason. Youre stuck with me forever kid or till I can get Casey
to make an honest man out of you. Then Im going to be Uncle Buck to
your little ones and spoil them rotten." Putting his arm around JD, they
walked out and made their way to the saloon.
Buck and JD worked their way through the lunch crowd at Inezs saloon
stopping to say hello and trade insults with fellow ATF agents. They finally
made it to the back where Inez had a section divided off for private parties.
There they found the rest of their team and the two spies. The secluded space
gave them the privacy they needed to talk and still left them in plain sight.
As Buck came up to the table, Inez was talking to Bond. Her smiling face
and body language didnt set well with Buck. She was enjoying the
mans attention way too much.
"Inez honey, what do you have for your Buck today?" trying to detract her
from the smooth British agent. Buck sat down and tried to get Inezs
attention for himself. Inez ignored Buck, and said hi to JD, then told him
their orders would be right out.
JD asked, "What did we order?"
Josiah spoke up, "We got you your usual boys, no surprises."
"Ya been missing some good stories on Ez, seems James here met Ez a few years
back when he was a scrawny kid still in college," Vin chuckled.
"Ah was not scrawny, Ah had just not filled out as yet. Ah was on summer
holiday enjoying the sights."
"Where was this?" asked JD wondering what all they had missed.
Bond filled him in, "Monte Carlo, Ezra was playing poker at one of the large
casinos and doing quite well as I recall. I on the other hand had ran into
a bit of trouble that young Edwin Sanders timely arrival got me out
of. His help put an end to a groups unpleasant misdeeds."
Ezra seemed embarrassed at Bonds praise, "It was nothing, Ah learned
a great deal from the experience." Catching Vins raised eyebrow he
added, "Ah was calling maself Sanders, in attempt to stay out of Mothers
Josiah grinned, and asked Bond "When this is over Id like to hear about
that bit of trouble and Ezras part in putting an end to it."
"Of course, though you might enjoy more hearing about the way the rest of
his holiday went for him. As a thank you, I took him round to some of the
more interesting places a young man should see while in Europe; on his own
for the first time." Bond said this with a straight face, but his eyes were
laughing. Josiah smiled knowingly as Ezra choked on his drink.
Felix and Chris had been talking quietly as the others listened to Bond and
Josiah. The noise from the rest of the saloon would have kept anyone from
hearing what they were talking about but the two men kept it down anyway.
The two were working on a plan, part of which Felix and James had discussed
on the way to Denver. The rest would depend on how good Team Seven really
"All right boys, Felix and I think we have the basis of a plan." Chris turned
to Ezra whom Vin was pounding on his back as he coughed up his drink. "Ez,
"Ah will be if Vin stops assaulting me." Vin sat back in his chair without
a comment, but only after giving Ezra an
Chris asked the British agent, "James, will Blowfeld spend the time and manpower
to go after you if he knows youre in the area?"
"Yes, he would want to be sure of my motives for being here. But I believe
Id be more useful at judging Spectres defenses and how to breach
"We agree, but having Spectre dividing its forces to go looking for British
and American intelligence agents, who just happen to be on vacation in the
same area as they are, would also be to our advantage." Chris looked over
at Ezra and Vin.
Bond had caught on to the fact that Chris hadnt used names when mentioning
agents. "So if Blowfeld hears that James Bond and his friend Felix Leiter
of the CIA were vacationing in the area where he had just set up shop he
wouldnt be able to resist sending out men to investigate, leaving less
for us to deal with at the ski lodge. That would leave untrained forces of
the Chosen and whatever men Spectre had left." He turned to look at the two
young men at the table.
Ezra had caught on as well; he was smirking when he asked James, "Does this
mean Ah get to drive the Aston-Martin?"
Before James answered Josiah asked, "How well can you do James accent?"
Without a trace of his own southern drawl Ezra answered in a perfect imitation
of the Englishman. " I will have no problem with the upper class English
accent that has just a trace of the highlands in it. An accent that only
comes from attending the best of the old schools, boarding schools, that
is. It will take more than the accent to fool Blowfelds underlings,
though. They will have to believe in the illusion that Im Bond and
that may take a few props."
Felix had figured out what Ezra was getting at and smiled at his friends
discomfort and decided to get back a little at him.
"Hes right you know James, you always drive that fancy car of yours
no matter what country youre in. And there are all those nifty gadgets
Q sends you out with on each mission, its expected."
Giving his old friend a disgusted looked, James Bond turned to Chris and
Josiah. "Theyre right I do start each mission with a few tools of the
trade with me. In fact Q
" seeing they didnt know who he meant,
James explained. "Q is the head of our research and weapons development
departments. He also makes sure agents in the field are outfitted and supplied
with whatever is needed. In fact he will be in your country later this afternoon
dropping off the car and a few other useful items. If Ezra and Vin are going
to be impersonating Felix and me they should go along and get familiar with
the equipment. Ill need to make a call so Q can update his equipment
By this time all of the men had finished eating, Buck spoke up, "Thatll
take care of Vin and Ezra, what about the rest of us?"
"Well go back to the office where Nathan will study the files on the
virus. JD, after he gets us everything he can on the ski lodge and the area
around it, will start working on the search and destroy program for the
computers. You, Josiah, Felix, James and I will work on the best ways to
get into the ski lodge, destroy the virus and then get out."
"Just like old times in the Navy aint it?"
"Remember, we were a lot younger then. We dont do this on a regular
Felix sat back and watched Chris handle his men, knowing Larabee was the
only one they would listen to anyway. Team Seven was made up of seven
strong-willed and bullheaded individuals that didnt give their loyalty
lightly. After meeting these men, his respect for Larabee had grown considerably.
Anyone who could forge these men into a crime-fighting unit had more leadership
qualities then most generals, and more patience than a saint. He would only
make suggestions and bring in his people as support and clean up.