Die Another Day presents
Ian Fleming's James Bond 007 in

"ENDS OF THE EARTH"

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Name - Bond, Mr. James.
Rank - Commander, British Royal Navy.
Age - 38 years.
Height - 6"3'.
Hair - Medium, black.
Affiliation - British Military Intelligence, division 6.
Weapon - Walther P99 semi-automatic handgun.
Vehicle - Aston Martin V12 Vanquish, complete with defences.
Biography -
Orphaned as a young boy, James Bond went into the British Royal Navy, seeing little point in doing anything else. Serving his country with distinction, he rose to the rank of Commander before being head-hunted for British Intelligence. Automatically becoming an elite '00' Agent for Military Intelligence division 6, or Mi6 for short, James Bond 007 has become one of the most feared and respected spies in the modern world, saving it on multiple occasions. A crack shot, experianced driver and pilot, fencing champion, horse-rider, golfer, rugby player, connoisseur and stealthy assassin, James Bond is a one-man army worthy of taking on any foe.

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Let's make this amazing people, even better than the last, ill-fated Bond RPG. Grab a character and let's go!

Well I participated in the last one, so I'll participate in this one.

Name - Craig
Rank - Mercenary
Age - 21 years.
Height - 6"4'.
Hair - Long, silver.
Affiliation - Highest bidder
Weapon - Dual Handguns, sword, anything else he can get his hands on
Vehicle - Motorcycle
Biography - Craig was born in a typical family. He had one brother as well, but he vanished mysteriously when Craig was 15. As a child, many strange things happened around his home. At the age of 17, his parents were killed in a car accident. With no way of fending for himself, he became a Mercenary, working for the highest bidder. At the academy he attended to before becoming a mercenary, he attended many classes on self defense, espionage, disguise, etc. and passed with flying colors. Somewhere in his journies before helping Commander Bond, he attained a power unknown even to him, and it lurks inside, waiting to be unleashed.

Name: Titus Hawkes
Rank: Mercinary
Age: 28
Height: 6"0'
Hair: short, blue
Affiliation: curently unemployed
Weapon(s): Sniper rifle, double pistols, large knife, martial arts.
Vehicle: nothing imparticular
Biography:a european, his father was an elete soldier in a private army. After a conspiracy involving the army his father was hunted down. his mother and brother were killed when he was seven, his father managed to elude capture and rais Titus. Titus trained in the martial arts and combat skills. Titus' father retired and Titus became a mercinary.

I'm only controling one character this time.

London, England.

(Walking into M's office, James Bond 007 took a seat and picked up the file marked 'For Your Eyes Only' from the desk. Looking up at his boss, Bond smiled a greeting before opening the file.)

Bond - "What this time, M? Another power-crazed madman?"

M - "Not quite, 007. Titus Hawkes, a well known mercenary, appeared to have been entering into secret meetings somewhere in Istanbul with a shady underworld connection two weeks ago."

Bond - "Who was the underworld connection?"

M - "We're not sure. We don't even think Titus Hawkes knows that he's dealing with terrorists."

Bond - "Interesting... so, what is Mi6's possition on this."

M - "You, 007. You are going to Istanbul, meeting with an old friend of yours. Craig Navas is in Istanbul. We thought, seeing as he is a mercenary like Titus, he could be useful. You are to find out just what is going on, 007, and bring back some information for us."

Bond - "Good. I could use the help, and Craig is definately the best in the business. When do I leave?"

M - "In one hour, your flight leaves from Heathrow."

Bond - "Best take the Aston."

(James got to his feet, turning and walking out of the office and heading towards the Q Division headquarters. Looking inside the mission file, Bond found photographs of Titus Hawkes, Craig Navas and an ornate building in Istanbul.)

Craig waited at the airport for Bond's plane. He was a master of disguise, but he found blending with the crowd harder. He was wearing casual clothes rather than his usual red trenchchoat, and had also dyed his silver hair to a dark brown. He prayed nothing happened to Bond on the way, because if it did, he was totally unarmed.

"Had to choose Turkey, didn't they? I didn't think I'd ever have to use Turkish when I learned it at the academy..." He muttered as he waited for Bond's plane.

[Ooooh yay!]

Name: Hironimus Achilles Maxim III
Age:50
Height: 5"9
Affiliation: Maxim Machinery/ The Poison Arrow Crime Syndicate
Bio: Maxim is the head of the legitmate manufactures Maxim Machinery, and is also rumoured to be a top figure in the Aegan Crime syndicate, the Poison Arrows. He is rumoured to currently be operating in Turkey

[Bond get to a Casino here NOW so I can lose to you at high-stakes cards]

Titus pulled his porche smoothly into the parking space and hopped out. Up at his apartment room he threw himself onto his bed and relaxed. After a brief moment he forced himself up and headed over to his laptop. It was already turned.

Once connected to the internet he checked his e-mail for the next phase of the job.

(if you have any plans Die another day, go ahead and give me my mission. If not I can alwayse make up my own.)

(Mandalorian54, you get orders from the shady underworld contact. I don't give you orders, since I'm James Bond. Perhaps Deac could fill you in, I'm guessing he's the bad guy.)

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Instanbul International Airport.

(James Bond 007 walked slowly up behind Craig, noting the change in clothes and hair colour. Unfortunately, no matter how good Craig was, he really couldn't blend in at a Turkish airport. Tapping Craig on the shoulder, Bond smiled as his friend turned to greet him.)

Bond - "Good morning. Listen, I'm guessing you have the orders from M? It's just because I was doing some background checking..."

(007 paused as a Turkish airline pilot passed the pair closely.)

Bond - "... and it seems that, if we want information about this underground contact, there is only one place to go."

(Bond grabbed Craig's arm, pulling him towards the main entrance to the airport and pointing towards a large, ornate building which stood out against the normal Istanbul backdrop. The building was huge, streaching upwards and outwards to draw anyone's attention to it automatically.)

Bond - "That is the Turkish branch of Maxim Machinery, a transnational corporation run by Hironimus Achilles Maxim III. There are rumours that he has dealings with terrorists in this area, and I also know that he plays blackjack at a casino not far from that building every night."

(007 smiled as his Aston Martin V12 Vanquish was driven round to the front entrance to the airport by a porter, loud engine growling patiently.)

Bond - "I want to be at that casino tonight, and I want you keeping an eye out for anything suspect. Alright?"

Craig smirked. He wasn't amazed that Bond was able to locate him, and nodded at Bond's request.

"Don't worry about the casino, this may be Turkey, but I'll have an easier time disguising myself there. But which would you prefer we disguise ourselves as? I mean, c'mon, they'll obviously think, 'Oh shoot he's onto us' if you walk up to them and say 'The name's Bond.' You're kind of world-known, heh. So we have two options if you want to disguise ourselves. I can get a buddy of mine who's in Turkey at the moment to make us fake identity cards for the casino, you can be some rich guy and I'll be your security, or we could always just go in as ourselves, God knows what'll happen then."

After a long pause, obvious from Bond's suprise of Craig's supernatural amount of thinking, Craig grinned, "Yes, I DO have a lot of time on my hands."

To: Titus Hawkes
From: Maxim Machinery
Subject: Payment Details

Message: Bond to be taken out in Turkey. As such, employee payments will increase on removal of funds from bank of England. Escort our delivery boy

*The instructions were delivered in code. Hawkes was to help a notorious hacker working for Maxim to electronically steal money from the bank of England and syphon it into one of Maxim's accounts*

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*The Seven Ace BAR and Casino, Istanbul. Maxim enters and sits at a blackjack table, surrounded by gorgeous women and token thugs. He wears a white tuxedo and Indiana Jones style hat.*

Name: Herr Stontavow
Age:41
Height: 6"7
Affiliation: Maxim Machinery/ The Poison Arrow Crime Syndicate
Bio: A german bodyguard for hire, Stontavow has been employed by Hironimus for the last 6 years and has not failed him yet. He would look somewhat comical, with his huge ginger mullet, if not for his huge size. As a child he was a weak, and picked on beacause of his hair, but ironicaly places a ginger mullet'ed wig on each pearson he kills, like some twisted game, for the more personal touch

((a few more details would be nice Deac, such as where I need to be to escort the hacker, and where I need to escort him too. Also when I need to escort him.))

Name: Alex Pean
Age: 20
Height: 6'
Affiliation: Himself, he works as a freelance hacker. He was recently hired by Maxim machinery to perform a certain job...
Bio: A student who was kicked out of school when he was finally caught hacking Langley's networks, he fled the country as best he could. Now he is known as a hacker for hire in the underground. His scrawny stature belies his valuable expertise.

The Seven Ace Bar and Casino, Istanbul.

(James Bond walked straight in the front door, wearing a white dinner jacket which concealed his Walther P99. Looking through a false pair of glasses, 007 surveyed the casino, which buzzed with life as games of all types were carried out.
Suddenly, Craig appeared next to him. After considering all the options Craig had presented him at the airport, Bond decided the rich-man-and-bodyguard approach would work best, after warning Craig that thinking too much can burn brain cells away. The sunglasses and earpiece Craig was wearing was a rather effective disguise.)

Bond - "There he is, Craig."

(Bond pointed to Hironimus Achilles Maxim III, sitting at his blackjack table and apparently winning every game. The piles of chips were growing by the minute.)

Bond - "Someone should find out if he enjoys losing as well as winning. Come on."

(007 approached the table, watching as the man Maxim was playing got up in defeat. Taking the man's seat, Bond stared directly at Maxim, smiling warmly while looking to the token thugs... and the georgeous women. However, the one person catching Bond's eye was the immense form of a large, ginger henchman.
Bond decided to be straight-forward. After all, Maxim was a well-known face throughout the world. Remembering the foolproof ID Craig's friend created for him, 007 stopped short of announcing his real name.)

Bond - "You don't mind, Mr. Maxim? Allow me to introduce myself... my name is James St. John Smythe."

(Craig stood to Bond's right, staring intently at the thugs surrounding Maxim, especially the ginger henchman. 007, meanwhile, got one of the casino staff to fetch him Ј250,000 worth of chips, which arrived stacked on a silver tray.)

Bond - "Shall we begin?"

Craig stood beside Bond, going over the thugs one last time, trying to remember Bond's comment regarding too much thinking, he wished he had dyed his hair, as he had taken the brown out and left it the usual silver to look more "intimidating.". He then turned to 'James St. John Smythe' and said, "Would you like for me to fetch a drink for you, sir?"

Message Continuation:
Escort Hacker to British Telecom building at 23:00 on the night of the 6th (Tonight)
Guard from the building until transfer is complete. Payment will be issued on recieval of funds

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*Maxim sits at the table, his mulleted bodyguard behind him*

Maxim: Ahhhh, Mister Smythe. You seek to challenge me. I hope you have enough money to back yourself up, or a good life insurance policy...

*Cronies chuckle*

I will go first.

Dealer: Ten

Maxim: Hit me

Dealer: Twenty

Maxim: I stand, difficult to beat, is it not?

[Ok Bond, get your 21...]

(James Bond turned to Craig, smiling. For some reason, he knew he was going to win, and so everything seemed either funny or too easy. Craig bent low, allowing 007 to talk into his ear.)

Bond - "Vodka Martini, shaken, not stirred. Oh, and make sure the Aston Martin's alright, won't you?"

(Bond turned back to the card game, safe in the knowledge that Craig understood his message. 'Check on the Aston Martin' was terminology, meaning Craig was to take a sweep of the area and make sure none of Maxim's cronies were checking 007's identity.
As Craig walked away, Bond returned to blackjack, nodding to the dealer.)

Dealer - "Three of Hearts."

Bond - "Hit."

Dealer - "Four of Clubs."

Bond - "Again."

Dealer - Six of Hearts."

Bond - "And again..."

Dealer - "Seven of Spades."

(A gasp went out around the table. Bond had reached 20, matching Maxim's score. There was the possibility of a five-card-trick, but the next card needed to be an Ace. Anything else, and Bond lost the game.)

Bond - "Hit me."

(Everyone waited. It seemed the dealer was taking his time in revealing the next card. However, when it finally arrived, 007 silently sighed a deep breath of relief.)

Dealer - "Ace of Spades. Congratulations, sir."

Bond - "What can I say, Mr. Maxim? Perhaps beginner's luck, I suppose..."

(A rather large pile of chips were pushed towards James Bond, who neatly placed them beside his already large starting pile. Smiling at his rival, 007 could sense the anger of defeat oozing from Maxim. Bond could also sense an evil intent, something which sent a shudder down his spine.)

Bond - "Well... maybe all this cash could go towards that life insurance policy you mentioned, hmm?"

Dealer - "Will there be another round, sirs?"

(James Bond motioned towards Maxim, leaving it up to him. He wasn't sure of what he would do if he lost again, but 007 wanted to live past the night.)

Titus spent the time he had before the pick up cleaning his eaquipment and readying his eaquipment. when the time came he loaded two pistols in holsters on his torso and two more around his waist. A large curved knife was also sheathed at his waist. And he had his sniper rifle in a suitcase which he placed in the trunk. Also in the trunk already were a few machine guns. You never can have too many guns.

Then his porche drove twoards the British Telecom building.

Alex met Titus outside the British Telecomm building. "How typically gung-ho of you," he commented to Titus, noting the weaponry the other had mounted on his person. Alex carried no visible weapons, and was very skinny. He gestured to the building. "Shall we?" he asked.

Craig went to the Aston Martin and saw a few thugs by it, trying to get inside it. (We all know from The World Is Not Enough (at least I think it was that, probably was Tomorrow Never Dies.. anyway) that they cant break into his car lol)

"This is my benefactor's car, he is inside if you need him, is there anything I can help you with, gentlemen?"

The thugs looked at him menacingly, and decided to take him out. As they approached him, Craig was already moving, he knocked one out with a single punch, then leaped in the air with a spinkick and hit the other. He made sure the car was locked, then he went back in and got the drink and brought it to Bond. "Here you go, Sir."

Titus lead grabbed a trench coat from his back seat and put it on, to conceal his weapons. He then strode into the building with Alex following behind. When they got to the main gate a security guard ushered him towards the metal detector.

The red lights flared and the guard responded casually, "Could you place any metalic objects in the bin please sir."

Titus looked at either side, there was one guard to his right, and three to his left. five in total. Titus looked back at the guard in fron of him. "Would that include my tooth?" He leaned forward displaying a gold tooth.

The guard leaned forwards a bit and Titus punched him hard in the neck. He then took out two guns from his waist and shot the other guards. Holstering one gun he then picked up the guard he had punched in the neck and with an one arm around the man's chest put a gun to his head.

Turning to Alex Titus said, "Were to?"

(You can make my character make the security guard tell us how to get wherever we need to go, get the funds, and head on out. Course there'll be swat waiting for us on our way out, but I'll deal with them then.)

(James Bond smiled as he was handed his Vodka Martini, taking a quick spi and looking towards Maxim. He could tell the billionaire was fuming at losing so badly. 007 decided to call it a night - contact with the target had been made.
Looking up at Craig, Bond got the silent message that the Aston Martin had been given the once-over by several thugs. Indicating to the dealer, Bond gave a quick shake of the head, indicating that another game was not on the cards.)

Bond - "It's time for me to leave, Mr. Maxim. Another time, perhaps?"

(Turning to one of the Casino staff, 007 nodded. The member of staff collected all the winnings from the blackjack table and returned after one minute with a rather substantial cheque. Passing it to Craig, Bond smiled at Maxim once more and turned to leave, gulping down the last of his Vodka Martini.
As soon as they were out of earshot, 007 turned his head towards Craig, whispering so that any undercover thugs would not overhear.)

Bond - "They were at the Vanquish, were'nt they? No matter... I've got other plans for tonight. We're going to pay Maxim Machinery Headquarters a little visit!"

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OOC -
I'm going on holiday for five days with my partner. I'm afraid I can't post here for that period of time, which is damned unfortunate as I'm really liking this story! You can either mess around with background stories until my return or write in the character of James Bond just in the background.
DO NOT MAKE MY CHARACTER DO ANYTHING MAJOR!
And, Craig, just for the record, it's Elliot Carver's henchmen in Tomorrow Never Dies who can't open Bond's BMW 750iL. Yes, I am incredibly sad.

"We need access to their systems." said Alex, who had done his research by bribing an ex-employee of the company. "Down the hall and up 3 floors." he said, and moved for the stairs.

He quickly entered their systems, and made the transfers from the British Telecomm to an anonymous Swiss bank account. Later, the money would be broken up and transferred through several different accounts and companies before winding up in Maxim's pocket.

Alex hit the last key and looked over to Titus. "Done." he said, and began to follow Titus down.

Maxim: Well done Mr Smythe...well done indeed.

*Maxim nods to Stontavow, and the Thugs move toward Bond's car with the intention of baeting him up. Meanwhile, Maxim moves leaves the casino to go the Maxim Building in Central Istanbul*

The elavator stopped on the ground floor and opened, Titus lead Alex and dragged his human shield along with him. They rounded the corner so the main doors were in sight and they stood at the end of the main lobby. Scattered throughout the lobby was a swat team. And there was a blockade of cops outside.

Titus was almost instantly fired apon by several swat and he fired back as he retreated behind the corner. His human shield fell to the ground dead with several bullets in his chest.

"Is there a back exit?"

Alex nodded. "There's an exit to the downstairs that goes to a parking garage. From there, we could take a car or walk." He pointed to a corner. "Over there," he said, and led the way to the door.

Below, there were no cars to steal, unfortunately. However, the way out appeared unimpeded.

Craig nodded at Bond. As soon as they got outside and the thugs were behind them, Craig whirled around, two pistols out and fired just a few shots, there were silencers attached to the guns and no one heard it but Bond, the thugs, and of course him. Within seconds the thugs were down, tranquilized.

"I say we get out of here, shall we?"

Stontavow shook his head, draged the tranqulertizer out of his neck and stood up
"yar, herr silver haired pillock man, you think vne little dart vill stop me, *drawing a pistol* i think you vill stop moving now. You see mr Maxim does not like losing. Now vill you kindly put down the gun * Stontavow begins to sway* ah the tranq... *Stontavow hits the ground* i am thinking ve vill meet agian, herr siver haired pill...*Stontavow falls out cold*

Titus runs around the side of the building leaving the hacker behind, there his car sits all alone. As he nears it Titus notices several swat rounding the buildings corner. Titus pulls out his pistols and opens fire. A couple swat go down and the rest take cover behind a small knee high wall ligning a path that follows down the side of the building.

As the swat shoot at Titus he drops onto his stomach behind the small wall. Bullets chip away at the wall and rock dust is hulred like shrapnel. Rolling onto his back Titus takes a grenade from his coat and after pulling the pin, hurls it towards the swat.

The swat team dives for cover from the grenade. After it explodes Titus leaps up and blasts away with is pistols untill all the swat are dead or badly wounded. He then runs to his car and hopps in.

Titus drives up beside the hacker and opens the passenger door, "get in."

*Maxim arrives at the Building, his security guards not noticing Bond's entrance. He goes to his command room on the 60th Floor and begins plotting the next phase*

Maxim: I need the money. That way I can draw the special forces to...

*Phone rings*

Yes?

????: Mr Maxim. The shipping order has been placed. We are ready to begin moving the material.

Maxim: Excellent

*Strokes Cat*

Bug-eyed, Alex dumbly got in the car and just sat very quietly as Titus drove.

"What now?" he finally asked.

Craig sat down on TOP of the building, a small handheld laptop wired to the roof. He began typing immediately, trying to find a way around the security measures, particularly the way that people would say 'They'll be expecting that," because, as Craig's logic would have it, the people inside, if they WERE expecting anyone to break in, they would think no one would be stupid enough to try the front door and would be expecting something a bit more major. The only thing they DONT know though, is that Craig IS that stupid.

((Now to introduce bond to another Secret Agent.))
Name: Sam Fisher (yes, THE sam fisher)
Age: Unknown
Height: Unknown
Weight: Unknown
Hair: Medium, Black and Grey.
Affilation: NSA, third echelon
Weapons: 5.56mm SC-20K AR, 5.72mm SC Pistol
Veichles: Whatever available. Uses an osprey helicopter for international travel.
Bio: Former of the Navy SEAL teams, Sam Fisher has been one of the most experienced field agents in the US Intelligence network. Documentation of his past activities from the 1970s to the 1990s is unavailable and considered classified. Primarily working for the NSA, he is Lambert's top choice to spearhead the Third Echelon/Splinter Cell program. He has one daughter, Sarah.

What little unclassified data is known about Fisher is that he has
spent a large amount of his adult life to not only excel in the field
of cover ops, but to gain a dark and morbid sense of humor as well. His experience has become part of his instinct, and his ability to detach himself emotionally from the immediate situation in order to better achieve his goals is a prized skill.

Personality-wise, Fisher is abrasive and honest, and has little
patience for niceties, especially when the immediate problem presents itself. Quiet, instinctive, and observant: somebody who watches from the outside. Unlike younger agents, he is not a blind idealist, only taking to task if the cause is just and within reason.

NOTE: Sam Fisher seems to be at least partly based on one of Tom
Clancy's other well-known heroes: Former SEAL, former CIA Ace Agent,
now head of Team Rainbow, John Clark.
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*Meanwhile in Titus' hotel all was silent, until suddenly a rope was thrown down the wall, it was followed by Sam Fisher rapelling down, he finally reached his destination. He jumped in through the window and acsessed Titus' Laptop.*
Grimsdottir: Yeah, he got the orders alright. Acsessing... Got it.
Lambert: Fisher the objective is complete, now go meet Bond in his hotel. I expect he should be arriving soon.
Fisher: Roger that.
*Fisher opened the hotel room door, and closed it behind him. He got into an empty service elevator and changed to civillian clothes, he kept his belt, which held all of his gadgets however. Once on the street, he stole a van. He wished (SPOILER!!!!!!!!!) Vernon Wilkes was still alive, and drove to Bond's hotel, once there, he used a fake hotel card to break into Bond's room and hid in a dark corner, having broken the light that shone on it.*
((If you need to know who the characters are, look here (http://www.splintercell.com/us/GameInfo-Characters.php) ))
((For a full list, or more information, of Fisher's gadgets, here (http://db.gamefaqs.com/computer/doswin/file/splinter_cell_real_weapons.txt) ))