From: Shaun Reich <drexelbond@yahoo.com>
Date: Wed, 6 Dec 2000 15:37:41 -0800 (PST)
Subject: Prometheus X by Shaun Reich
Source: direct

str22@drexel.edu

Summary: Scully teams up with James Bond to thwart a militia's plan to
salvage a UFO.

Timeline: Occurs during Season 4 after Scully learns about her cancer.
Also occurs in between Tommorow Never Dies and The World Is Not
Enough.

Spoilers: References to Terma and Momento Mori. Also references to For
Your Eyes Only.

Classification: X-Over/Action/Romance

Rated: R

Disclaimer:  The characters and situations of the television program
"The X-Files" are the creations and property of Chris Carter, Fox
Broadcasting, and Ten Thirteen Productions, and have been used without
permission.  No copyright infringements are inten ded.  This work is
not to be forwarded or distributed to any newsgroup or WWW site
without the permission of the author. I give permission for it to be
put on atxc.

The characters and situations of the movie franchise of 'James Bond'
are the creations of Ian Fleming and the property of United Artists
Entertainment, and have been used without permission.  No copyright
infringements are intended.  This work is not to b e forwarded or
distributed to any newsgroup or WWW site without the permission of the
author.


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Prometheus X (28 Chapters) 

By Shaun Reich 

September 23rd, 2000

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Chapter 1

Special Agent James Bond readjusted the heavy magnetic legbands
attached to the front of his legs just above his knees. He then
tightened the magnetic armbands to his forearms, hoping they would
serve their purpose. His tan jumpsuit was complete, all he n
eeded was the go-ahead. Within a minute, James heard over the
loudspeaker they were in position.

James slid the heavy door open on the British military plane. He felt
the chilly wind blow all around him, feeling the vacuum-like
atmosphere trying to pull him out. Bond slid the orange goggles around
his eyes, and plunged head first out of the transport  plane.

Bond straightened his body to allow him to reach maximum speeds to
match him up with the speeds of his target; a moving train. It was
nearly two minutes before Bond could visualize the outline of the
train zigzagging through the craggy mountain range. He 
had only one chance to land on the roof of one of the metal boxcars.
But he was optimistic.

Biting cold air rushed past Bond's face as he maintained his superb
horizontal speed. When he felt he was at the right height, James
pulled the cords for his main parachute. He felt the sudden rush of
deceleration pull hard against his body, but managed t o maintain his
speed in the horizontal direction. The train closed in fast as 007
tugged on the parachute cords to maneuver toward the fast-moving iron
mass.

Bond positioned himself to land on the second last car. He felt the
boxcar with his feet and started to run to match the locomotives
relative speed. It was difficult to accomplish since the wind currents
caused by the train dragged his parachute backward.  Bond suddenly
toppled over from the restless wobbling of the train. He thanked his
savior, Q, for creating those magnetic bands. Their powerful magnetic
properties held Bond's body to the roof of the metal boxcar after his
fall.

Bond strained himself for a few moments to gather his bearings.
Pulling a special cord on his jumpsuit, he detached the flopping
parachute from his sack. Slowly, Bond crawled along the top of the
metal car with the aid of the magnetic bands. Reaching the 
end, 007 swung his legs around the thin ladder and decended down to
the boxcar's outer door. 

Realizing the outer door was locked, Bond pulled Q's Picklock out from
a pocket on the jumpsuit. He stealthily slipped into the airlock of
the boxcar. Glancing through the looking-glass of the inner door, Bond
saw a lone sleepy-eyed guard with his back to  him. James drew out his
silenced PPK and fired straight through the glass. The guard dropped
to his knees with a river of blood pouring from a fatal shot to the
head.

Bond slipped into the car and removed the crude machine gun from
around the deceased guard's shoulder. After securing the weapon behind
him, Agent 007 hid the body in a nearby closet. He then proceeded to
his objective, the mysterious sleek gray caboose.  From the next
airlock, Bond watched in curiosity as a trio of doctors crowded around
a surgical table. 'Prometheus' he thought to himself.

He hated killing doctors, they weren't worth the effort. Instead,
James slipped into the medical bay and startled the doctors with a
drawn PPK.

"Into the freezer. Now!" Bond ordered the doctors. They complied
easily and hurried into the frozen vapors of the freezer. Bond locked
the door behind them and quickly searched the boxcar for its secrets.
First to check was the identity of the body beneat h the sheet on the
table dubbed 'Prometheus'. Bond pulled back the silver sheet and
gasped in astonishment at the corpse of an extra-terrestrial.

It certainly looked real, but he didn't have time to find out now.
Bond eyed a test tube in a nearby rack containing a sample of the
alien's greenish blood. He pocketed the glass vial, wondering what the
lab technicians back at MI6 would say about it.

Suddenly, Bond heard the patter of armed guards advancing to the last
boxcar. He dashed to the airlock door that he had entered through and
slid a long rod through the handle. It could buy him a few precious
moments to escape. The first uniformed guards a ppeared and started
firing at the bulletproof glass. It wouldn't hold for long. James
quickly planted a remote mine underneath the autopsy table and ran to
the back of the boxcar.

Bond opened up the emergency rear exit and felt the rush of the winds
fill the cabin. To his dismay, there was no ladder at the back. He had
no other choice, and so reattached the eye goggles. He stretched his
arms around the side and let the magnetic ban ds hold him spider-like
to the outside of the metal boxcar. Heavy winds pressed against him
with fatal intent of blowing him off. Bond managed to slowly climb the
smooth surface back to the roof of the fast-moving locomotive. 

Despite the searing winds, Bond managed to locate a panel on the roof.
007 used his trusty laser-watch to weld open the panel. Beneath the
panel were meshes of electric wires and metal piping. An idea popped
into the secret agent's head. James reached aro und to his sack and
pulled out a grappling line, courtesy of Q. He attached the grappling
hook sturdily to the piping and the other end to a C-clamp strapped to
his jumpsuit.

He was almost set for this dangerous escape attempt. A barrage of
gunfire from inside the car beneath him signaled time was almost up.
James pulled the handle for his secondary parachute, firing the
stringy projectile into the gushing winds. It opened imm
ediately, and the aid of the grappling line helped Bond parasail
nearly twenty feet into the air.

The guards appeared at the emergency exit moments after Bond's amazing
lift-off. They raised their rifles to aim at the escaping target,
finding it difficult with the rattling of the train. 007 pulled the
machine gun from its secure position, and fired wi ldly at the guards.
His bullets ricocheted off the gray boxcar, striking them with
critical hits.

Several more guards appeared behind the wounded ones, and began firing
at him. 007 couldn't hold out for long like this. Bond pulled back the
sleeve of his jumpsuit, revealing his all-purpose watch. James pressed
the tiny buttons on the watch, detonating  the remote mine he planted
under the table in the medical bay. An explosive shockwave pulsated
from the boxcar, slaying the unsuspecting guards. Streams of fire rose
from the roof, igniting the grappling line dragging Bond with the
train. 

The fire snapped the line, sending the agent upwards into the air. The
train continued onward, dragging the demolished caboose. His mission
was successful, somewhat. All he had to do now was land safely
somewhere within the Alpen mountain range. Spotting  a herd of cattle,
007 directed his secondary parachute to the primitive answer of
civilization.

He descended quickly toward the meadows and made a miraculous landing.
Breathing in sighs of relief, James detached his chute and removed the
empty backpack and bulky jumpsuit. An adorable young Swiss woman rode
horseback up to him after witnessing his gr aceful approach. She
smiled down at him, impressed with Bond's overall charming
appearance.

"Are you okay?" she motioned for his attention.

"Why yes I am, Mrs. ..."

"Miss Bumpenrun. Would you like a ride?"

James thought nautily to himself before replying, "I'd love one."


Chapter 2

FBI Special Agent Fox Mulder was just finishing up the last few lines
of his latest X-File. His partner, Dana Scully, had taken the day off
for her cancer examination. She had just informed him she was
diagnosed with a terminal form of brain cancer. Her d octors claimed
she had less than a year to live, if she were that lucky. Mulder
rubbed his eyes to shake his mind of the gloomy subject and tried to
finish the report. It was to no avail, as the loud ringing of his desk
phone pulled his attention away.

With a hint of disdain, he blurted "Mulder" into the receiver.

"Agent Mulder. We've never met before. My name is Dr. Eugene Webber.
I'm an undersea archaelogist. I also happen to be a follower of your
work on extra-terrestrial life."

"I didn't know I had a fan club. So Dr. Webber, I take it you didn't
call me for an autograph" Mulder replied sarcastically.

"No, I didn't. However, I'm calling to invite you on possibly the most
legendary ocean expedition of the 20th century. Two nights ago,
several local citizens claimed to have seen a UFO crash into the
Aegean Sea. I happened to be in the area and overheard 
the details from them. They've pointed me toward the general spot
where it went down. I thought that with your interest in aliens, you
would like to accompany me."

Mulder pondered the thought in his mind. Normally, he would have
jumped at the opportunity, but the recent dire events of Scully's
illness made Mulder feel guilty about abadoning her.

"Wow, that's a lot to lay on one person at one time. The Aegean Sea,
right?"

"That's right, its south of Greece. I suspect if all goes well, we
should be able to have the UFO surfaced in less than a week" the
excited doctor reassured the skeptical agent.

"I'm flattered Dr. Webber. Can I call you back? I need to think about
this first."

"Sure Agent Mulder. Let me give you the number of the hotel room I'm
at."

The doctor stated the phone number as Mulder jotted it down on a
scratch pad. After hanging up, he propped his feet up on the cluttered
desk, placing his hands behind his head to cradle it like a makeshift
pillow.

Fox Mulder stared at the ceiling, thinking deeply to himself about
Scully. His mind reflected images of her, specific conversations they
once had, and other moments memorable to them. But the more he thought
about their past, he just couldn't stop thinkin g about the future; a
future without her by his side. Mulder was frightened to even think
about his life without Scully. For the past four years, he had grown
so dependent upon her for his work. But now as she faced death itself,
Mulder realized that he n eeded her more than ever for his search for
the truth.

Mulder constantly blamed his quest as the culprit for Scully's cancer.
His investigation into a government conspiracy to hide the existence
of extra-terrestrial life had caused both agents to make harsh
personal sacrifices. He knew the conspirators were r esponsible for
giving her cancer, but Mulder was running out of conventional ways to
save her life.

Taking his legs off his desk, Mulder swung his desk chair around to
face his favorite poster. Pictured on it was the classic design of a
UFO with the simple phrase, I WANT TO BELIEVE printed at the bottom.
Thinking once again to himself, Mulder pondered t he possibility,
'Could the UFO's alien technology be used to save her life?'

His mind was finally made up. Pulling out a scratch piece of paper,
Mulder picked up the pen again and wrote Scully a letter explaining
his actions. He knew she'd be upset about the abandonment and hoped
the letter would help soften the blow when he retur ned. He then
dialed up Dr. Webber to confirm his assistance in finding the downed
UFO. Lastly, Mulder called his boss, Assistant Director Skinner, to
inform him he was going to use his vacation days for a 'personal
matter'. When he was all set, Mulder put  on his black suitcoat and
left for his apartment to start packing for the trip to Greece.


Chapter 3

Fox Mulder awoke in the spacious hotel room that Dr. Webber had rented
for him for the first night. He wished he could've stayed longer in
the Greek paradise, but the search and recovery of the downed UFO was
to start soon. Mulder dressed quickly in some  Mediterranean fatigues
and headed to the hotel dining room for a quick breakfast. Webber
would be picking him up in an hour to head for the launch harbor.

They arrived at the well-kept harbor fairly early. As they exited the
rental truck, a group of six native Greek men approached them. The
tallest one was extremely tanned and burly, giving Mulder a creepy
feeling of inferiority.

"Agent Mulder. Let me introduce you to Salvatore Garumba. He can pilot
any kind of transportation: rigs, boats, helicoptors. Learned all his
stuff in a Greek rebel faction a few years back" Dr. Webber informed
him.

The hired crew quickly unloaded the truck and carried the luggage over
to the small boat. It didn't take too long for the ship to disembark
from the harbor. Webber joined Mulder down below in the galley with a
map of the Aegean Sea.

"See this small island here. That's where we'll be setting up camp.
And this region to the west is roughly the area where the UFO
reportedly went down. I reckon it'll take us a week to locate the ship
if we're lucky. Then from there it should be easy to r aise it."

"Sounds like fun. I hope it doesn't take too long to locate."

The eight-man crew soon reached the small deserted island. They
quickly set up the tents and radio equipment. Exhausted from a long
day of travelling, the crew settled down for the night eager to start
their search-and-salvage operation.

At roughly noon the next day, Mulder found himself leaning on the
railing rubbing his forehead. Webber approached him, concerned for
Mulder's health.

"You okay Mulder? Don't look so good."

"Dr. Webber, there's something strange about this headache. Ever since
we headed out, I've been having these strange visions. It feels like
I'm actually sensing this UFO as we get closer to it."

"How's that possible, Agent Mulder?" Webber asked dumbfoundedly.

"Well, I was infected with a bizarre alien virus a few months ago in
Russia. Maybe this is one of the side effects of it."

"Fascinating. Do you think we could use your visions to direct us to
the spot where the UFO is? Like a magnet and compass."

"I think it might work. I'll head to the wheel and direct Garumba to
the spot. With any luck, we should be able to find it before dusk."

Dr. Webber was shocked with amazement when their sonar detector picked
up the craft an hour later. Overjoyed with their luck and success, the
crew broke out the champagne bottles early to celebrate Mulder's
visions. Webber and Mulder both noticed it odd w hen Garumba wasn't
among them when they took a polaroid of the crew. He emerged from the
radio room later on, seemingly preoccupied. Webber and Mulder decided
to ignore the crewman's strange behavior and continue the
celebration.

The crew headed back to the island to rest for the night. They all
knew the next day would be a long auxilarating day. In their spacious
tent, Mulder watched as Dr. Webber unfolded the map and took out a
black marker.

"Well Mulder. I'm glad I invited you along. Seems like your X-Files
have finally brought you the truth you've been searching for. You
deserve the honors" Webber announced while handing him the marker. And
with a pride like never before, Mulder marked the  location of the
sunken UFO with a big black X.

It was almost 4 am when Mulder and Dr. Webber awoke to the sounds of
several muffled boat engines in the near distance. Webber walked to
the doorflap of the tent, and suddenly the base camp erupted with
heavy gunfire. Webber reeled backwards from a fatal  bullet to the
head. Mulder ducked for his life, wishing he had brought his gun.
Groping his way in the darkness, Mulder managed to find the shoddy
radio to call for help.

"This is FBI Agent Mulder calling for help. I'm under heavy gunfire on
a small island in the Aegean Sea. If anybody gets this message please
send help. We're at..."

Suddenly, a gas grenade was thrown into his tent, flooding the tent
with its drowsing fumes. Mulder coughed and wheezed as he slipped into
a tiring unconsciousness from the sleeping gas. The last thing Mulder
saw before passing out were men in black dragg ing his limp body away,
then setting the tents ablaze.


Chapter 4

James Bond walked gallantly into Moneypenny's office, always trying to
display his boyish charm for her in the form of obvious innuendos.

"Good morning, Moneypenny."

"Good morning, James. Word is you had a close encounter in Greece.
Care to set the record straight for us?"

"Moneypenny, you know me. I've had close encounters before."

"Ah, yes. Close Encounters of the Feminine Kind. And speaking of
which, guess who's about to poke and prod you right now?"

"Moneypenny please, I have a meeting with M in a few minutes. How
about later tonight if you're still feeling... randy?"

And with that note, James exited the outer office, leaving a big smile
on her impressionable face. Seated across from M was the Prime
Minister, signalling to Bond the extremity of his next case. 

"Ah, Double-Oh Seven. Just in time. We have important business to
discuss and it cannot wait. Please start at the beginning about this
last case" M motioned him to the seat next to the Prime Minister of
Defense.

"Well, roughly a week ago I received an anonymous e-mail stating that
'Prometheus was on a certain train number'. MI6 ran the numbers
through the database. The search showed the it was a top-secret train,
possibly used by Greek mercenaries. M then had me  parachute onto the
train to uncover the identity of Prometheus."

"And who did you find there, Mr. Bond?" the prominent elderly man
asked.

"Actually, Prometheus turned out to be, what I believe to be, an alien
corpse. I then stole a sample of its green blood and escaped from the
train."

"James, our biologists examined the sample you took. It is, in fact,
extra-terrestrial in nature. We also researched the name Prometheus.
According to Greek mythology, Prometheus stole fire from the gods and
gave it to the humans. What if the alien was wi lling to give its
technology to us? Now that its been shot down, we have to make sure
that all evidence of this event is destroyed so it doesn't fall into
the wrong hands."

"I agree M. Bond has already destroyed the corpse. We still need to
locate the UFO. How much do you know about its position?"

"From what we've been able to determine, the Greek Air Force shot down
the UFO more than a week ago. They said the UFO crashed somewhere in
the Aegean Sea. Efforts to track the downed UFO using our satellites
is impossible. James, we need you to go to Gre ece, find the UFO, and
destroy it. If the secret militia you encountered on the train is also
trying to find the UFO, then it may be a race against time to find it"
M detailed to him.

"There's some new information that may prove useful though Double-Oh
Seven. Our antennas picked up an emergency SOS yesterday. Listen for
yourself" the prime minister explained and pressed play on the tape
recorder. The crackly yet frantic male voice echo ed from the playback
device.

"This is FBI Agent Mulder calling for help... I'm under heavy gunfire
on a small island in the Aegean Sea... If anybody gets this message
please send help. We're at..." Silence followed the brief urgent
message.

"We contacted Agent Mulder's superior in Washington D.C. Apparently,
Mulder works outside the FBI mainstream on a project called the
X-Files. Basically, he's a UFO chaser. Assistant Directer Skinner told
us that Mulder had requested personal time off. Our  men searched the
Greek hotel databases and discovered Agent Mulder's hotel room. That
should be a good place to start your search for the UFO, James." 

"I'm sure Q has something to help me out with this mission."

"We've labeled your mission Prometheus X, due to its extra-terrestrial
nature. All the information you need is in this file. Your plane to
Greece leaves in six hours" M stated while handing Bond a thick manila
folder.

Bond nodded his leave to his superiors, then rose from the meeting
with an apparent look of confusion on his face.

"What is it, Bond?" M asked him in a concerned manner.

"There's still one thing that doesn't fit into this whole puzzle. The
anonymous e-mail. I have a bad feeling about it."

"Let's hope your intuition is wrong, Bond. The situation is tough
enough as it is. Good luck. We're counting on you" M reassured her
best secret agent.


Chapter 5

Dana Scully ran a scooped hand through her auburn hair, carefully
tucking it behind her ears before meeting her boss. Mulder's
mysterious departure had been bugging her for the past few days. She
had grown used to him ditching her, but it wasn't like Muld
er to leave with no way to contact him. She had tried calling his
cellular phone, but with no avail.

Scully walked into AD Skinner's office and held her breath, hoping her
summoning was for good news. Skinner rose uneasily from his seat
behind his big oak desk as she entered. It was obvious from his facial
expressions and discomfort that something was wr ong.

"Agent Scully. Thanks for coming up on such short notice. I just
received a phone call less than an hour ago from a British agency
called MI6. I now have to be the bearer of some rather disturbing
news."

"What is it, sir? Is Mulder alright?" Scully asked immediately.

"I'm afraid not. MI6 received an emergency distress radio transmission
from Mulder the other day. He said he was under attack, on some small
island outside Greece. However, the transmission went dead shortly
after. I listened to the message myself. It was  him."

"Oh my god..." Scully said with a tear in her eye. She quickly dabbed
the wetness with her sleeve before continuing, "Sir, do you think he's
dead?"

"Its hard to say. MI6 said they were sending a man in to investigate
the incident. They told me to tell only those whom Mulder was closest
too. They also told me not to interfere with their search."

"I don't know what to say. What if he's alive? I need to find him,
sir. I have to know the truth" Scully stated in a flustered manner.

"I understand your concern. That's why I want you to go to Greece and
perform your own investigation. Let me handle the red tape here."

Scully promptly rose from her chair, eager to start the search for her
dear friend and partner. With all the bizarre events they witnessed as
partners, she found Mulder's drive to find the truth to be his
greatest strength, but also his greatest weakness.  Perhaps it finally
caught up with him.

As she was about to leave through the office door, Skinner gave her
one last bit of good advice, "Agent Scully. Come back alive."


Chapter 6

The aluminum doors of the elevator opened to the fun-filled basement
of the MI6 headquarters. Bond sniffed in the aroma of smoke from his
friend Q's lab of inventive gadgets. He spotted his aged friend
huddled over an average looking water bottle at a tab le littered with
small tools and wiring.

"Ah, Double-Oh Seven. I got some light details about your next mission
and already picked you out some goodies" Q maneuvered over to a nearby
table and picked up the first item. "Ordinary looking binoculars.
However, these detect body heat using infrared  signatures. You can
use them to look inside buildings for hostiles or captives. They can
be handy for sticky situations."

"Excellent Q. What other toys do you have for me?"

Q picked up the next item, a pack of plastic explosives. "Waterproof
Class 4 explosives. They can yield enough detonation to destroy a
tank. Simply set the timer. You'll have one minute to get to a safe
distance."

"Not bad Q. Should be a big enough bang for me."

"Just in case you feel the need to blow up more stuff, I've given you
some new remote mines, activated by your watch. And now your last toy,
your new car."

James watched as his new BMW Z3 emerged from a car pit beneath the
lab. The sleek turquiose exterior of the roadster gleamed in the
flourescent lights.

"BMW Z3. GPS tracking. Online MI6 database. And usual armaments: nitro
boosters, oil slick muffler, smokescreen capability, tire spikes."

"I love it Q. I promise to bring it back in pristine order."

"You'd better. I didn't like finding the last one crashed off a
parking garage."

"Ah, yes. Sorry about that. Sticky situation."

"Constantly with you. My only hope is that you'll settle down one of
these days. And here's my last gift for you James" Q commented while
taking a small box from his pocket. Bond opened the box to discover a
female's watch, exactly like his own.

"When you finally decide to settle down, give this to your significant
other. She'll need it to keep you in line."

"Thanks for the sentiments. Sorry I can't stay and chat, but I have a
plane to catch to Greece in a few hours."

"Of course. Good luck 007. See if you can bring me back some of that
alien technology. I'd love to examine it."

"First things first, Q. See you when I get back."


Chapter 7

Dana Scully entered through the revolving door of the elegant Greek
hotel, amazed at the detail of the lobby. She was used to cheap motels
as a result of her and Mulder's paranormal X-File cases. Not wanting
to waste precious time, Scully approached the t all black-haired man
behind the counter.

"Excuse me. I'm Special Agent Dana Scully with the Federal Bureau of
Investigation. My partner, Agent Mulder stayed here last week. What
can you tell me about his stay here?"

In a deep Greek accent, the man replied while typing on the computer,
"Let's see. Mulder. Fox. Checked out last Monday morning."

"Did he make or receive any calls while here?"

"Yeah. I'll print you out a copy of his calls. Would you like anything
else?"

Scully eagerily accepted the sheet, glanced at the numbers quickly,
and then folded the sheet into her pocket. Looking up again, she
politely replied, "Could I see his room?"

"Sure thing. Hani here will escort you up there. Room 1013. I hope you
find what you're looking for, Agent Scully."

"Thanks" Scully answered while turning to Hani, the short muscular
bellboy. With a gesture of his gloved hand toward the elevator, Hani
and Scully headed up to Mulder's room to search for clues to his
whereabouts.


Chapter 8

James Bond pulled up to the Greek hotel, the sleek turquoise BMW
purred itself to a rest in a parking garage on the side of the hotel.
After securing the car's alarm defense system, Bond walked gracefully
to the front door. However, he had no idea he was  being watched by
three inconspicuous hitmen in black leather suits. Beneath their heavy
jackets were holsters securing their arms, ready to be used to
eliminate 007. The trio briskly followed Bond's path into the hotel
with malicious intent.

Bond pushed the button for the tenth floor, hoping Mulder's room could
supply him a clue to his whereabouts. The elevator shuddered upon
opening again, revealing a long empty hallway of doors. After reaching
room 1013, Bond slipped his lockpick in the doo r and cautiously
pushed it open. The trained agent quickly drew his Walther PPK upon
discovering the local bellboy and an attractive red head searching the
deserted room.

"Who are you? What are you doing here?" Bond ordered the startled
pair.

"Jeez, put your gun away. I'm FBI Agent Dana Scully. I'm looking for
my partner. I received word he disappered a few nights ago". Scully
reassured the British agent before asking him the same question, "Who
are you?"

With practiced precision, "Bond. James Bond."

Hani watched in silence as the two government representatives
exchanged their courtesies. He could tell there was something more
between the two strangers. Hidden behind their eyes, Hani could see a
yearning for something more fulfilling in their lives. T
hey had a connection; a special bond that only the two of them could
hope to understand. Not wanting to interrupt, Hani quietly excused
himself to the hallway to wait.

The lavishly decorated hallway was empty of people. He wasn't sure how
long their discussion would be, so Hani simply leaned against the wall
to smoke a quick cigarette. Little did he know it was his last. Hani
watched curiously as three black-clad men ex ited the elevator, each
armed with two handguns already drawn, silenced, and ready to fire.

Hani fell back against the wall, fatally struck from two bullets
straight to his chest. He didn't even get to say any last words, as
his short muscular frame slid limply to the blood-stained floor.

Bond reacted spontaneously, drawing the PPK back out of its holster
close to his shoulder. With his left hand, Bond removed the
heat-sensing binoculars from his pocket. By simply peering through the
specially designed gadget, Bond saw the slumped outline 
of a body right outside the door. Hovering over the lifeless form were
three burly figures, their stance depicting them as armed and
dangerous. Bond quickly pulled Scully down behind the couch for
protection. He didn't have time to think, he'd have to imp
rovise.

The first hitman kicked in the door, swinging his weapon back and
forth. Nothing. 007 was nowhere in sight. Suddenly, a figure burst up
from behind the couch. The first hitman managed to fire off only one
shot before falling back from two hits to his cran ium. The single
shot grazed Bond's left shoulder, causing him to let out a small cry
of pain.

Dropping back beneath the couch, Scully examined the wounded agent. It
was only a flesh wound. Painful, but not serious. She was now ready to
defend herself also, her Sig Sauer handgun already drawn.

"Bond, we've gotta get out of here!"

"We need to get out to the balcony. If we lay some fire, we should be
able to escape" Bond gave her a nod of assurance. Scully reciprocated
the nod, and they both pulled their guns up to their faces. The two
agents stuck their guns over the couch, laying  out a barrage of
bullets to keep the other two hitmen at bay out in the hallway. The
frustrated agents dashed for the glass doors, luckily managing to get
to outside to the balcony.

They stood on opposite sides of the glass balcony doors, ten stories
above overlooking a glistening pool. Bond was used to large obstacles,
and this was definitely one of them. He reached in his pocket and
removed Q's proximity mine, perfect to solve his  problem.

"Scully, jump in pool! Its the only way out!"

Scully looked blankly at him, still in awe of the attack. Replacing
her gun, she jumped feet first over the edge of the balcony. Bond
nodded impressively at Scully's courage. He reached near the base of
the door and placed the proximity mine. It would det onate when the
hitmen opened the door. He hoped it would be enough to solve his
problem. Replacing his PPK, Bond made a graceful dive over the balcony
following the perplexed FBI agent.

Scully watched in horror as the sky blue pool closed in on her. With a
tremendous splash, her inertia carried her to the bottom of the deep
end with the feel of sharp stinging at her skin. Within moments,
Scully found her focus and swam up desperately for  air. Bond landed
as she surfaced, sending a wave of chlorinated water crashing around
her. She waded over to the edge and managed to roll her drenched body
out of the pool. Bond appeared at her side after recovering from the
fall, apparently unfazed by t he incident.

"We have to keep moving" Bond trying to usher Scully to her aching
feet.

The two hitmen appeared on the balcony back in room 1013, ready to
fire down at the stunned targets. Suddenly, the proximity mine
exploded, tripped by the hitmen coming onto the balcony, killing them
instantly. The heavy stone balcony crumbled under the b
last, sending shards of rubble down to the pool and the other
balconies.

Bond dove on top of Scully to shield her from the sharp, heavy debris.
A large chunk of concrete landed on Bond's arm near the bullet wound,
making him release a yelp of pain. After the commotion was over, the
two agents paused to reflect upon the fact th ey were still alive.
Once 007 was ready, he took Scully's hand in his and lifted her up.

"There might be more of them. We have to get to my car. It's around
the side" Bond whispered to her while leading the way. His style of
improvision and stamina impressed Scully. She came to realize that
this man, Bond, was the only one she could trust to  survive this
ordeal.  


Chapter 9

Scully could feel the chilly water sloshing around her tennis shoes,
making her jog awkwardly. They didn't encounter any resistance on the
way to Bond's car. She was pleasantly surprised to see a gleaming BMW
Z3 as their getaway vehicle.

"Nice car."

"Thanks. MI6 treats its agents well. Doesn't the FBI treat you well?"

"I guess, that is whenever they're not trying to shut us down" Scully
replied sarcastically. Bond decided to drop the subject and pressed
the unlock button on his keychain, causing the BMW to lower its
defense systems. After settling themselves within the  powerful sports
car, Bond sped the car out of the garage. Looking in his rearview
mirror, 007 wasn't suprised to see three armed motorcyclists follow in
hot pursuit.

"We're not in the clear yet, Scully."

Bond swerved the car onto the ramp hoping to pick up speed on the
highway. Traffic was fairly light, allowing Bond maneuverability in
between the cars. The bikers were faster though, allowing them to fire
their ZIG automatics at the side windows. 

Scully screamed while covering her head with her arms. She breathed a
sigh of relief realizing the windows were bulletproof. However, they
both knew the windows couldn't take much more. Instinctively, Bond
pulled the steering wheel all the way to the left , pummeling the left
biker over the median barrier. An opposing tractor trailer plowed over
the injured biker, ending his reign of terror.

The other two bikers followed behind relentlessly, now firing at the
rear window. Bond took the nearest exit ramp, taking the BMW along the
dangerous curvy coast of Greece. A road sign indicating a sharp U
ahead gave Bond an idea.

"Scully, see that keypad behind the shifter. When I say so, press the
gray and black buttons at the same time". She responded clearly to his
orders, ready for the effects.

"Now!" Bond yelled out at the precise moment. 

A thick smokescreen engulfed the remaining bikers. Two pipes under the
car then spewed fine oil, slicking the coastal highway. The bikers
were caught off guard traveling too fast. The first biker lost control
of his motorcycle, slamming into the metal bar rier headfirst. The
second hitman managed to stay on longer, but also collided with the
barrier. The momentum carried him over the edge, falling to the rocky
bedrock far below.

Scully breathed a deep sigh of relief at their successful getaway, or
so she had thought. Suddenly, a dark Apache helicopter emerged from
behind the bluffs ahead of them. Its rotating side-mounted gatling
guns struck the roadway ahead of them, creating tw o parallel lines of
bulletholes. Bond took a risky chance and sped directly between the
exploding lines, narrowly missing the barrage.

The swift chopper followed in pursuit behind the damaged BMW. This
time the Apache switched to rockets, hoping to end the charade. It
swerved over the sea, hoping for a clearer shot from the side. Scully
watched as the doom machine loomed on her side, eag er to launch its
barrage of rockets.

"Bond!" was all she could yell out to warn her companion.

James knew of the danger. There was only one chance to escape. Closing
in a mile ahead was a tunnel dug into the cliff. They'd be safe there
if they could get there fast enough. Bond reached for the shifter and
pressed the side red button while shifting t o Ultra-Gear. The two
felt an emense rush of speed as the nitro boosters kicked in.

The Apache launched a constant barrage of rockets all around the car.
Dense clouds of smoke and debris made it impossible for the helicopter
pilot to tell if the target was destroyed. He hesitated momentarily
before deciding to leave the scene.

"Target destroyed. Returning to base" was muttered into the helicopter
radio by the mercenary pilot, Salvatore Garumba.


Chapter 10

Scully wiped clean the wounded area of Bond's left arm, clearing it of
dried blood and grime. Scully was impressed with Bond's endurance to
pain when he didn't flinch a muscle. She could tell too since his
shirt was off, exposing a solid muscular upper bo dy on the secret
agent. She almost found it distracting as she stitched his wound
sealed.

She had found a first aid kit in the BMW and had insisted stopping at
a park they were passing. The two survivors were sitting on the edge
of a water fountain surrounded by cherubic stone figures. It was
shortly after noon, and they desperately needed to  gather their
thoughts as to their next plan of action.

Scully then remembered the phone list from Mulder's hotel still in her
pocket. It was drenched and ripped, but still readable. Bond placed
the only phone number on the sheet into the BMW's online computer.
Within minutes, the name and address of Heracles'  Harbor popped up on
the miniature screen. The drive was about two hours away, so the tired
duo decided to take a short break from the excitement.

"Agent Bond, can you please tell me what the hell is going on?" Scully
had finally insisted out of the secret agent after finishing the last
stitch.

"Please, call me James" was the only response she got back.

"Well, James. You didn't answer my question."

"I didn't answer your question because I don't really know what's
going on. I received an anonymous email last week telling me about
'Prometheus' being on a secret train. MI6 then placed that event
together with a downed UFO and your partner's distress ca
ll. Thus they sent me to Greece to retrace Agent Mulder's steps."

"But why were we being hunted and chased like that? Who were those
guys?"

"Hired mercenaries. I believe that the email I got was bait to lead me
into a death trap. A game of Cat-And-Mouse, with Mulder as the
cheese."

"So, what does that make me, James?" she said smiling slyly to her new
companion.

"Minnie Mouse" Bond remarked with a devilish grin upon his chiseled
face. He saw Scully's face light up with delight. Taking her small
hands in his, Bond leaned in closely to Scully's luscious red lips. He
had wanted to kiss her since they had met in the  hotel. She closed
her eyes in anticipation, longing for the British's man's touch to her
own. Suddenly, she felt small thick drops of liquid drop on their
folded hands.

Scully jumped backwards in shock, realizing her nose had started
bleeding again. She placed her hand across her nose and dashed off
into the park. She was scared of developing affections for James,
especially with her worsening cancer. She would rather di
e alone to make it easier on everyone else.

Bond sat on the edge of the fountain, thinking about Scully's bizarre
reaction. He could only imagine how frightened she must be of letting
someone get close, especially with her fight against cancer. Bond
dipped his hands in the water to wipe the blood o ff. He slowly paced
back to the beaten car, reflecting upon he and Scully's dangerous
complex lives.


Chapter 11

The Z3 purred to a stop as the intrepid duo stretched after their trip
along the beautiful Greek coastline. The Heracles' Harbor was spotted
with an impressive strip of local shops flanking the expansive dock.
Bond and Scully had been strangely silent dur ing the trip, knowing
she needed some time. James spotted the main office, ready to inquire
about Agent Mulder's destination.

Scully and Bond entered the empty, yet spacious main building of
Heracles' Harbor. They directed themselves toward the manager busily
working on inventory with a full clipboard.

"Hello there. I'm Special Agent Dana Scully with the FBI. This is
Special Agent James Bond with the British Government. We're
investigating a missing FBI Agent named Fox Mulder. What can you tell
us about him?"

"Mulder, eh? Well, he arrived over a week ago with a doctor. They then
met up with their crew and took off. Haven't seen them since."

"Does their ship have GPS tracking?" Bond asked the manager
inquisitively. He nodded in earnest at Bond's question, while jotting
down the ship's signal frequency information for the agents. He handed
over the paper when finished, then returned back to hi s count.

"We'll also need to rent a boat and scuba gear to locate the ship."

"Sure. We can have you all ready to go tomorrow." 

"Not good enough. We need to leave within two hours" answered Bond.

"You sure run a tight schedule Agent Bond. Okay, I'll get my best men
on it right now."


Chapter 12

Within an hour of fast labor and last minute purchases, Bond and
Scully finally lifted the anchor and untied from the dock upon their
rental boat. It was an elegant boat, considering Bond's penchant for
exquisite vehicles. Beneath the deck was a small liv ing area with a
small bedroom tucked away in the bow. The control room was elevated in
the middle of boat, creating a pathway around the front of the boat
for observers.

Bond had his portable GPS tracking unit sitting next to the steering
wheel. Mulder's salvage ship was still blinking on the panel,
representing a region hours away deep in the Aegean Sea. They wouldn't
reach the salvage ship until morning, so Bond set his  boat on
automatic, for now. 

He watched from his deck as Scully walked to the bow of the boat. She
simply stood there, her bare arms braced against the railing. She
looked glamourous in the illumination of the twilight. Her simple
white dress blew gracefully in the light wind, creati ng the ironic
scene of beauty and solitude.

Bond came up behind her quietly, sliding his arms underneath hers in a
congeanial hug. She tightened against his grasp, realizing her
incredible need for tenderness. She leaned her head back against his
strong chest and closed her restless eyes. It was su ch a comfort to
have him with for support.

Leaning close to her ear, Bond whispered, "I have a present for you,
Dana."

She murmured softly to his phrase and looked down at James's hand. He
held an open gray felt jewelry box, with a special watch staring up at
her.

"Its an MI6 special edition feminine watch. My friend Q gave it to me.
He told me to give it to a special woman. However, I didn't think I'd
ever meet someone like you, Dana" James whispered again.

Scully slipped the special watch over her left wrist and admired it in
the setting sun's last rays. With her other wrist, she stroked Bond's
hair while nudging his face even closer. She placed her smooth lips
upon his in a desperate lock of lust and desir e. The passion in their
kissing escalated further as moon's rays danced across the empty sea.


Chapter 13

It was early in the morning when Bond and Scully arrived at the
blinking dot on the GPS panel. Both agents were shocked to discover
Mulder's salvage ship burned on the inside. Lucky for them that GPS
signals are rarely stopped by a ship's destruction. Cha
rred debris lay strewn about the deck, but there were no signs of the
crew. The ship was anchored in a shallow reef adjacent to a small
island. Bond ushered his craft over to the deserted beach, hoping to
find any signs of life.

"James, I think I see a campsite over there around the bend."

The island was only one mile in diameter, habitat to a small tropical
forest surrounded by rocky beaches. Bond circled around the bend to
the ruins of a burned campsite. The smell of death and decay filled
the air, causing both agents to fear the worst. S cully immediately
jumped into the shallow water and quickly scanned the debris for
survivors. 

The site had been burned over a week ago by the dreary appearance of
the ruins. Scully searched the closest burned tent, and covered her
face upon finding two horribly charred bodies beneath the debris. She
wiped away a tear, well knowing that one of the  body's could be
Mulder. Bond joined her side and helped to balance the grief-stricken
agent.

The intrepid pair spent the next three hours scouring the ruins.
Scully laid the six corpses from the tents next to each other in order
to perform external autopsies of the poor victims. She observed that
they all suffered from gun shot wounds at all area s of the body. This
seemed to indicate an automatic weapon fired blindly outside the
tents. The murderers then apparently torched the tents to remove the
identities of the victims of the massacre. Without the proper
equipment, Scully was unable to determi ne if Mulder was one of the
corpses. The work was tedious and gruesome, but Scully was adept at
it.

Meanwhile, Bond scrutinized the debris in the tents in search of
clues. In the remains of the large center tent, he discovered an empty
gas grenade and a metal safety box half-buried in the sand. He took
the contents over to Scully's area on the beach to  discuss the
results of their search.

The pair sat across from each other indian-style while Bond removed
his watch. By pressing a tiny button on the side, a laser emerged from
the top of the watch. Scully gasped in surprise at the small wonder
and realized her new watch possessed the same us eful features. Bond
burned the lock off the metal box and opened the mysterious item.

Inside were documents, maps, and a recent polaroid. Bond could easily
pick out Agent Mulder amongst the rest of the crew in the photograph.
Mulder appeared to be a clean cut man, a good partner for Scully. He
handed her the picture while moving on to the  marked map. It was a
satelite image of the Aegean Sea, with a big X marked over a region
several miles away from the deserted island.

"Scully, I think this X marks where the UFO crashed. I think Mulder
and his crew got too close to the truth. That's why they were attacked
like this."

"I don't think Mulder's here though. There are only six bodies, but
according to this photo, this was an eight-man crew." 

"I think they might have taken Mulder prisoner. I found this gas
grenade in the main tent but not in any of the others. I think they
intentionally knocked Mulder unconscious so they could easily
apprehend him."

"I hope you're right. So if none of those bodies are Mulder's, where
did they take him?"

"I think this X should be our next step. If we can find the UFO, then
we'll most certainly find Mulder and these killers."

"Alright James. Let's eat lunch first, then we can set off for the
X."


Chapter 14

The afternoon sun provided the duo a beautiful sunny day. As they
approached the area marked X on the map, a gigantic miragelike image
enlarged itself as they got closer. Within a few minutes, Bond could
tell the large object was actually a large speciall y-designed freight
ship. At one end was a raised helipad with an Apache helicopter
sitting quietly. At the other end was a very tall crane tower.

Bond wondered about the intruding ship. Could this be the enemy's base
of operations? Is Mulder alive within the metal mammoth?

Bond decreased the throttle on his boat, not wanting to be detected by
the enemies. They slowly crept to within two miles of the ship, when
suddenly klaxons aboard the freight ship exploded to life. Bond sent
his boat into reverse and quickly spun around  to avoid capture.
Scully held on tightly to the handles on the boat as Bond sped away.

Two speed boats appeared from behind the metal ship in fast pursuit.
Bond used his wits and managed to keep the distance between them.
Suddenly, the Apache helicopter roared to life aboard the ship. It
quickly caught up to Bond's boat and fired its rocket s and
side-mounted gatling guns. The sea erupted in a blaze of mist and
thunder as battle ensued.

A wave of seawater rained heavily down upon the agents, blinding them
momentarily. The wind drafts caused by the hovering chopper added to
the confusion, stopping the fugitive boat's escape. Not wanting to get
Dana killed in a worthless escape, Bond ended  the escapade by raising
his arms in defeat. The two speed boats docked up next to theirs, each
mercenary brandishing handcuffs and duct tape. Scully and Bond
exchanged sorrowful glances as they were forcefully bound and gagged.


Chapter 15

Bond felt awful. His hooded head felt woozy. His arms were clasped
tightly behind a chair in a damp room, nearly cutting off circulation
to his hands. Echoes of a creaking door reverberated around him. He
could sense a foreboding presence now in the room.  Bond clenched his
teeth beneath the hood as the familiar voice bellowed.

"Nice to see you again, Double-Oh Seven. Do you remember who this
is?"

"It can't be. You're dead" James could never forget the chilling voice
of insanity.

"I was dead, Mr. Bond. After you dropped me down that smokestack!" the
raspy voice yelled while ripping the hood off 007. "Look upon the face
of your deceased arch-enemy, Ernst Stavro Blofelt!"

Bond quickly adjusted his eyes to the near darkness of the room, then
caught himself staring impossibly at the hideously deformed face
before him. Even more amazingly, Blofelt was standing on his own
strength. In their last encounter, Blofelt had been con
fined to a motorized wheelchair.

"How? How can this be?" Bond muttered while struggling with the
ropes.

"My broken body was comatose for weeks following my fall from grace.
Then one day, a group of sinister men breathed new life into me by
infusing alien blood into my own. As reparations for their services,
they absorbed the remnants of my SPECTRE organizat ion into their own
evil Syndicate. And because of my leadership abilities, they placed me
in charge of their European UFO retrieval unit."

"You. You're the one who sent me that email. Why? Why get me
involved?"

"You see Mr. Bond, the alien corpse on the train was a defector to our
cause. My group moved in to shoot down its craft, before it could
expose us. The pilot jettisoned in an escape pod. My team managed to
locate the crashed pod and executed the alien def ector. I then
realized a prime opportunity to lure you to your death, so I sent you
that email knowing you would board that train. Imagine my surprise
when I learned you had survived."

"I always do, Blofelt. Now, what does Agent Mulder have to do with all
this?"

"Unfortunately, the UFO that was shot down crash-landed somewhere in
the Aegean Sea. I learned of Dr. Webber's intent to find the UFO, so I
planted a spy among his crew. Agent Mulder was unlucky enough to have
joined that crew as well. You see Bond, the R ussians have a price on
Mulder's head. Apparently he was an unwilling participant of some
alien experiment, until his untimely escape. Once Mulder located the
UFO, my group moved in to erase the crew, and captured the agent."

"What's so special about this UFO? You just said it was destroyed."

"This particular UFO is technologically superior, I doubt we did much
damage to it. We found the key to activate the ship in the escape pod"
Blofelt stated while removing an icicle-like device from his velvet
coat pocket. "I have to hand it to Prometheus,  his UFO will now give
my group the ultimate military advantage."

"Prometheus. The Greek god that stole fire from the gods to give to
the humans. How ironic you should dub him that" Bond displayed his
extensive knowledge of the subject to his arch-enemy. "Where are
Mulder and Scully? Let them go. You have what you want.
 They didn't mean to get involved."

"Sorry, Mr. Bond. I can't do that. But you have my assurance I won't
harm them" Blofelt smirked while turning his back to his prey. 

The bulky enemy suddenly spun around, slamming his backhand across
Bond's face. The shear force of the attack knocked the chair to the
ground, pinching his aching arms to the cold metal floor. Bond spat
blood while gasping for breath. He couldn't fathom h ow Blofelt was so
unbelievably strong for such an elderly foe.

"The alien blood also gave me superior strength. I'll be sure to use
it to wring your neck. However, I'll let you witness the resurrection
of the UFO right before you die. And if I'm not mistaken, we should be
raising it very soon. Good bye, Mr. Bond."

Blofelt laughed maniacally as he exited the prisoner's quarters. With
a foreboding slam, the empty room returned to complete darkness. In a
few short hours, 007 would be dead.


Chapter 16

Scully finally opened her tired eyes to a freezing pitch-black cell.
Despite the decrepit conditions, Scully felt perfectly at ease. A
familiar hand was stroking her damp hair while cuddling her limp body.
It was him.

"Mulder! I'm so glad to see you! You're alive!" Scully yelled with
relief and exaspiration. She threw her arms around her lost partner,
with happy tears of joy running down her face. She rubbed his damp
hair and stroked his muscular arms, it was Scully's  way of
reaffirming his resurrection.

"I'm so glad to see you to Scully. But why'd you have to come find me?
Now were both gonna die in this hellhole" he said sadly. He had been a
prisoner for the past week, with only a t-shirt and blue jeans to keep
him warm. Now he felt awful that Scully wo uld suffer his same
horrible fate at the hands of the mercenaries.

"Oh, Mulder. I had no idea of the magnitude of your disappearance. I
met James, this British agent, who helped me find you. You wouldn't
believe what I've been through. Jumped into a pool from ten stories
up. Got in a high-speed car chase along the Greek  coastline. Ambushed
by a chopper while trying to get away in a boat. Look at what I'm
willing to do for you, Mulder."

"Sounds like you had a busy day. Me. I've been confined to this dark
cell for the past week. If it wasn't for my daily workout of pushups
and crunches, I would've gone crazy by now. Feel these rock-hard abs,
Scully."

Scully smiled upon hearing his humor again, then indulged herself by
running her chilly hands up his t-shirt. Mulder flinched at her sudden
playfulness, then pulled her hands into his. Both agents froze as they
tenderly rubbed each other's hands and wrist s, lost in an emotional
moment. Suddenly, Mulder's fingers slid over her gift watch.

"Hey, Scully. What's with your watch? Its a lot bigger than I
remember."

"James gave it to me at the... Wait a minute! This is a special watch.
It has a built-in laser. I'm gonna try it on these cell bars. We might
be able to get out of here" Scully exclaimed while crawling over to
the bars on the cell door. She slid the instr ument off her wrist and
held in the tiny button on the side like James had done earlier. A
thin blue laser emitted itself, searing away the metal of the first
bar.

Mulder was surprised to see Scully wielding such a bizarre tool. He
didn't mind it though, as long as they had a chance of escape. Scully
finished cutting the first bar, making sure the space was large enough
for their escape. The darkness made it hard to  focus, but she
persevered and continued laser-cutting the next bar, eager to escape.

They breathed a sigh of relief fifteen minutes later when the last
iron bar fell to the floor with a reverberating thud. They felt lucky
no guards were posted to watch them. Mulder figured that they were
considered harmless.

Scully crawled through the space first and leaned against the opposite
wall as Mulder wiggled his way through. In the darkness of the prison
room, they groped the wall toward the entrance way, then stopped to
discuss their situation.

"Mulder, these men are very dangerous. We need to find some weapons.
Do you have any idea   where we might find some?"

"You know, I think I saw an ordinance room down the hall on the right.
I spotted it when they first threw me in here."

"Alright. We have to be very careful, though. Is there anything else I
should know before we sneak out?" Scully asked her forlorn partner.

"Yeah. Just in case we don't make it" Mulder proposed suddenly while
taking Scully's face in his hands. He leaned in very close and gave
her a passionate kiss, one that had been building itself for awhile.
To his surprise, she obliged freely and continued  the overdue ordeal.
Recatching their breaths and courage, they opened the door to the
empty hallway, and their freedom.


Chapter 17

Blofelt stroked the white long-haired feline while nestling in his
command chair on the bridge of the ship. Today would be the best day.
Not only would he soon salvage the most powerful weapon from under the
sea, but his arch nemesis would soon meet his e nd.

Over the loud-speaker, the gruff voice of the man operating the crane
bellowed throughout the bridge. Garumba bit his lip before
communicating the good news to his boss.

"Sir, the magnet is in place. The UFO should break the surface in less
than five minutes. I suggest you prepare the men down below for
sterilization."

Blofelt ushered the long-haired cat off his lap, and waddled over to
the computer panel. Picking up the microphone, Blofelt gave his
instructions to his mercenary crew.

"Give me your attention. The craft is almost here. I want everybody in
the cargo hold on the desterilizing units. The only ones not to be
down below are the crane operator and the skeleton bridge crew. This
is the it everyone. You will all be commended fo r your hard work and
dedication. Over and out."

Blofelt turned away from the console to one of the men on the bridge.
With a wave of his hand, the man followed Blofelt in the direction of
the Bond's incarceration room. The two remaining skeleton crewmen on
the bridge glanced out the windows to the cran e, hoping to catch the
first glimpse of the UFO as it broke the surface of the sea.


Chapter 18

Mulder pulled back the slide of his Sig-Sauer, loading the first
bullet into the chamber. He was surprised at the lack of security
surrounding the ordinance lockers. Scully had easily laser-cut the
lock off the lockers and found their weapons perched on t
he shelves inside. Next to his and Scully's guns was Bond's weapons
sack. After peering at the arsenal inside, Mulder really wanted to
meet this British agent.

Suddenly, the crackle of an unfamiliar voice echoed all throughout the
empty locker room. It was Blofelt, the leader of the top-secret
militia, signaling the crew's assembly to the cargo hold. The two FBI
agents glanced at each other, before speaking thei r minds.

"Scully, everybody's going to be in the cargo hold. If we can get to
the bridge, maybe we can take control of the ship and lock them all
down below."

Scully hesitantly thought about the plan, guessing that James would be
down below also. And with a shallow voice, she nodded in agreement to
Mulder's plan of action.

The pair of agents swept quickly through the corridors, their handguns
pointed straight ahead in case they ran into opposition. Amazingly,
the corridors were empty, which made it easier to locate the main
entrance to the bridge on the top floor. They bolt ed in after a
realizing there were only two skeleton crewmen.

Yelling in unison, "Raise your hands! Turn around! Don't even think
about it!"

The two surprised crewmen obliged to their captors with snickers of
contempt for the escaped prisoners. They turned around and faced out
the main windows, overlooking the crane as it raised the
extra-terrestrial ship from beneath the sea. The small UFO fi
ghter appeared undamaged as the magnetic crane rotated on its axis.
Slowly, it began lowering the treasure into the bowels of the metal
behemoth.

Scully's jaw dropped in astonishment upon witnessing the UFO close-up.
She momentarily lowered her guard on the two mercenaries, who took
advantage of the moment. The first crewman spun around quickly and
knocked her gun to the side, discharging a loud sh ot. Mulder pulled
his gun off his prisoner to help Scully, but his crewman moved quickly
too and they fell to the floor in a violent wrestling match.

Mulder still had the advantage of being stronger than his attacker,
and managed to elbow the man's face to disorient him. Their tussel
ended shortly with Mulder the victor, suffering only from a few
bruises and a headache.

The other crewman had Scully's throat in a tight squeeze, bending her
backwards over the control panel. She managed to scratch the
mercenary's eyes with her sharp fingernails, but it didn't improve her
situation. His grasp was overpowering, and she found  herself
struggling for air. With her free left hand, she reached along the
control panel for a weapon, anything to hit the attacker with.
Instead, her hand accidentally pressed a large red button. Suddenly,
the entire ship was engulfed in loud klaxons ann ouncing RED ALERT.


Chapter 19

The lights blinked deep red as the deafening sound of the klaxons
confused the guards escorting Bond to the cargo hold. They were within
fifty feet of the main entrance to the massive room when James quickly
used the distraction to his advantage. With all  the force he could
muster, 007 slammed his elbow into the left guard's stomach. He
quickly removed the guard's handgun from its waist holster. Then, with
a graceful leg trip, tossed the injured guard into Blofelt, knocking
them both to the floor.

The guard on his right reacted with severity and landed the butt of
his rifle to Bond's jaw. It was to no avail as James pushed the his
new weapon against the man's chest and pulled the trigger. The man
watched in horror at the gaping wound, then slid slo wly down the
blood-stained wall. Bond quickly unholstered the dead man's handgun as
well, then turned to fire at his stunned nemesis. 

Blofelt was still lying on the floor dazed from the fall. When he saw
007 point both handguns at him with murderous intent, he sighed in
disbelief. He was about to murmur his final plea to Bond when suddenly
a group of mercenaries appeared behind him with  their rifles drawn.
There was no time for Bond to kill Blofelt, it'd have to be another
time. 

He quickly aimed both guns at the oncoming soldiers and unleashed a
barrage of bullets. The sounds of ricocheting bullets and muffled
screams echoed throughout the deck. Bond exhausted his supply of
ammunition quickly and realized he couldn't hold his gro
und. He turned around and ran for the cargo hold slamming the large
metal doors behind him. 


Chapter 20

Scully's eyes closed slowly as she felt herself slipping into
unconsciousness. Suddenly, two shots rang out inside the control room.
Her near-murderer fell to the ground in agony. Mulder lay on the floor
behind the wounded mercenary, his gun still smoking  from its usage.
He had shot the man in the back of the knees. Scully coughed upon
regaining her breath, then slammed her foot into her attacker's crotch
as vengeance. 

"You okay, Scully?" he spoke to her in a roughened voice while rubbing
his sore forehead.

"Yeah, just a little out of breath. C'mon, we have to find a way to
secure this ship."

The agents scanned the control panels lining the bridge. They could
hear the klaxons all over the ship alerting the crew something was
amiss. They had precious little time until the rest of the ship's crew
would be upon them.

"Mulder, I think I found it!" Scully yelled in glee. Staring at a
small monitor, Scully tapped the screen where the button SECURITY was
at. The screen changed again, showing the possible choices. She
selected SECURITY DOORS next. After that was the screen
 showing which doors should be locked. She finally tapped the button
SHIPWIDE LOCKDOWN. Suddenly, every security door on the metal salvage
ship swung shut and self-locked in unison.

The agents were now safely locked in the bridge while the rest of the
malicious crew was down below in the cargo hold with the resurfaced
UFO. At the far end of the bridge were the monitors displaying the
security cameras located throughout the ship. Scul ly watched the
screen labeled CARGO HOLD intently as James Bond 007 went into
action.


Chapter 21

The UFO sparkled in the glow of the flashing red lights, its outer
hull displayed absulutely no signs of corrosion and relatively minor
damage. Its sleek figure was triangular in shape, roughly the size of
a trailer. Once the UFO was safely secured in the  hold, a
sanitation-suited man climbed a ladder to the top of craft. He
carefully walked over to the magnet, which was roughly five feet in
diameter. The circular magnet was an incredible device that was able
to lift the sunken craft from far beneath the  sea. With the aid of a
walkie-talkie, the man on the UFO's hull communicated with the crane
operator above, Salvatore Garumba. 

The cargo hold interior was the size of a warehouse. Roughly twenty
men in white sanitation suits hovered around the salvaged UFO, some
spraying disinfectant foam from long hoses. However, the flashing red
lights and the loud klaxons confused them. They w ere more startling
when gun shots erupted from the main entrance. A trio of men headed in
the direction of the shooting to find out the cause of the
disturbance.

They were surprised to see the prisoner run through the entrance.
Without reservation, the three men ran over to the harried fugitive.
Bond didn't have much time to react, so he quickly scanned the
vicinity for a weapon, a diversion, anything. James notic
ed an unused hose to his side and spun the valve open the whole way.
By twisting the nozzle, 007 sprayed the attackers with a barrage of
foam, stunning them in a hazy mist. 

Bond dropped the erupting hose with it's spout spraying misty foam in
every direction. It providing 007 with a handy foam-screen diversion.
He now had to find an escape route from the cargo hold. The only other
exit was the opening in the ceiling that the  UFO had been lowered
through. To his luck, the crane was starting to slowly raise the giant
magnet.

Bond quickly dashed over to the UFO and ascended the aluminum ladder.
Suddenly, bullets began ricocheting off the shiny surface. He slid
himself onto the UFO's hull and dashed up the small incline to the
pinnacle. Bond used a drop sweep-kick to trip the s uited attendent.
The mercenary's smooth suit caused him to slide off the sleek craft. 

There was no apparent entrance to the UFO, so 007 hastily decided to
temporarily abandon his mission. And with a graceful jump, James
grabbed ahold of the large ascending magnet. Exerting his supertior
upper body strength, 007 pulled his entire body on to p of the
magnet's round surface area. The magnet was barely large enough to
hide his entire curled body from the barrage of stray bullets coming
from below. Bond estimated it would be another two minutes until his
ascension from the cargo hold ended. Sudd enly, the cable shuddered to
a dead stop, leaving 007 stranded forty feet above the firing
mercenaries.


Chapter 22

"It stopped moving. The crane stopped moving!" Scully exclaimed to
Mulder across the bridge. She had watched 007's miraculous escape to
the magnet on the security monitor. She faced her busy partner, her
face flush and full of fear. Mulder was meanwhile u sing Scully's
watch laser to burn a hole through the thick glass paine of the bridge
windows. When he finished the delicate procedure, he used his elbow to
smash the glass piece out.

"Mulder, try to find a way to get the crane moving again. I'm gonna
stay here and radio for help" Scully pleaded to her partner. Without
speaking, he gave her a wink to signify her request. He then carefully
crawled through the small opening onto the oute r balcony. It was late
afternoon judging by the sun's direction and temperature. Mulder
hadn't seen the sun in over a week, and he felt relaxed and overjoyed
by its warming rays.

Mulder jogged down the balcony pathway to a metal staircase, which led
to the main deck. He stealthily snuck up to the small crane control
room located upon a rotating axis of gears and rubber padding. Garumba
was inside trying to find the cause of the gu nfire. When Mulder felt
he was close enough, he stuck out his gun and yelled orders to the
treacherous mercenary, caught completely off guard.

"Freeze Garumba! Now slowly put your hands on the control panel and
start lifting that crane again" Mulder ordered the dark-skinned
operator. He obliged with his arms partially lifted in the air. The
chain slowly began to rise again, lifting the magnet th
at James Bond was curled on fifty feet down below.

Mulder crept up to close to Garumba to make sure he continued
following the orders. When the magnet was high enough, Mulder
temporarily changed his eyesight to the ascending magnet. Garumba
grabbed ahold of the opportune moment of distraction. He pulled a
 stiletto knife from his side pocket and swiped the agent's exposed
arm.

Mulder fell backward with a scream of pain, dropping his weapon while
applying pressure to the wound. Garumba jumped down from the control
booth and came at him full force this time. Mulder reacted hastily to
avoid another swipe. His efforts proved in vai n as Salvatore stabbed
Mulder in belly. He fell down in a pool of his own blood, looking up
to meet the eyes of his wound-be killer. Mulder became disoriented and
could hardly maintain consciousness. His body fell limp against the
metal flooring of the sh ip, his muscles unable to flex due to his
dying hunger, atrophy, and the severe wounds.

Garumba snickered at his easy prey, ready to finish the job. Suddenly,
the click of a Sig Sauer handgun behind his ear alerted his attention
that he was no longer alone.

"One move and you're dead!" muttered Special Agent James Bond in a
dead-serious tone.


Chapter 23

Ernst Blofelt was pissed. It took four of his crewmen to restrain him
from strangling the man who had fallen off the UFO. With his enhanced
strength, Blofelt tossed them from his back. He couldn't believe that
James Bond, his arch-enemy, had managed to es cape.

"Have you opened that f*cking door yet?" Blofelt bellowed to some of
his men working near the main entrance. They knew there was no way to
open the door from within.

"Sorry, sir. Somebody has activated all the security doors. We've
tried radioing the guys in the bridge and the crane operator, but
there's been no response."

Blofelt spit in disgust at the incompetence of his crewmen. He had to
find a way out. He glanced upward through the opening that Bond had
escaped through just minutes ago. If only he could escape that way as
well. Blofelt turned his head again and examine d the UFO before him.
It exhibited no clear signs of damage, indicating to him it could
fly.

Wisking himself up to the pinnacle of the craft, Blofelt examined the
hull patterns. He distinguished a metal panel where the entrance was
and a small protrusion to its side. It required a special item to get
inside. Fumbling into his velvet coat pocket,  Blofelt brought out the
strange alien cone: the key to the UFO.

Blofelt inserted the cone in the protrusion and pulled it out again.
The hatch opened quickly, releasing musty air from within. He fumbled
down the awkward ladder into the creepy bowels of the UFO. Even its
dimly lit corridor to the main cockpit did not d eter the criminal
mastermind. He found the empty cockpit, with two small chairs
surrounding a panel of strange extra-terrestrial instruments.

His dark eyes gleamed when he spotted another protrusion in the panel
similar to the one on the outer hull. It was the ignition to the UFO.


Chapter 24

"Don't... shoot him" was all Mulder could muster out underneath his
agony.

Bond looked crossly at Mulder, trying to wonder the meaning of what
his statement. Scully soon came running up to the three men and saw
her partner's need for medical attention. She immediately examined the
stab wounds and the severity of the bleeding.

"We have to get you to a hospital soon, Mulder. You have severe
internal bleeding."

Mulder attempted to smile at Scully's frankness with him. He then
looked up at his assailant before muttering to Scully and the heroic
British agent.

"This man... can fly... the chopper."

Bond and Scully looked at each other, realizing Garumba could actually
prove useful. The dark-skinned mercenary nodded in agreement with his
captors. After securing Mulder's arms across their shoulders, Bond and
Scully slowly walked him to the helipad loc ated at the stern of the
metal ship. Mulder could barely manage to walk by the time they
reached the helicopter. After securing him in the grounded chopper,
Scully found a shoddy first aid kit in one of the compartments. She
went right to work dressing hi s bloody wounds.

"I was able to radio for help. They should be here within the hour
James."

"I can't go with you Dana. I have to complete my mission" the special
agent stated.

"You're not coming with us? James, you can't go back."

"Don't worry about me. Just get your partner to safety. I'll find my
own way off this ship. Believe me, I've been in stickier situations
than this."

Scully let a tear escape, wondering if she'd ever see this man ever
again. They had developed a bond unlike any other she had ever felt
before. Without reservation, Scully exited the chopper, embracing
James in a passionate farewell kiss.

"Here, James. You'll need this" Scully whispered into his ear while
shoving a small tote bag into Bond's hands. He was relieved to see his
weapons; his Walther PPK, the plastic explosives, the remote mines,
his magnetic arm bands, and his special watch. B ond gave her a
warming smile before walking slowly away from the helicopter.

Bond watched in relief as Garumba started the chopper's engines and
lifted it off the helipad. And with one last wave, James Bond said
goodbye to Dana Scully.


Chapter 25

Bond turned the last corner which led to the cargo hold opening.
Suddenly, an unearthly humming from below signaled to him something
terrible was happening. Then he saw it, the UFO was slowly climbing
out of cargo hold. There was no time to jump on top or  to set the
plastic explosives. Bond knew there was no way he could let Blofelt
escape with the UFO.

Looking to his left, Bond remembered the crane and the magnet. He
jumped inside the empty control booth and quickly activated the
machine. He only had one chance to stop Blofelt. The heavy magnet
began lowering, drawing ever closer to the ascending UFO. B
ond then opened the electricity flowing to the magnet, activating its
attractive properties. 

The UFO rose right into the path of the magnet with a metallic
suctioning sound. Feeling temporarily successful, 007 knew he had to
enter the craft to destroy it. Tucking his sack across the back of his
shoulders, Bond started the arduous task of climbing  the service
ladder of the swaying crane tower.

Bond was hundreds of feet above the main deck when the UFO started its
horizontal movement. He was relieved to see the magnet and cable keep
the UFO from escaping. The cable became very taut as the UFO
desperately tried to fly off. Suddenly, the entire to wer shuddered
from the stress of the tug-of-war. Bond nearly toppled over the
railing when the sudden jerk occurred. Regaining his posture, 007
concluded his climb to the top.

From what Bond could determine, several thick chains supported the
weight of the magnet and the metallic craft. An idea of how to destroy
the UFO and still manage to survive popped into his head. Reaching
into his pack, Bond pulled out a remote mine and p laced it on the
shaft containing the heavy chains. He then preset the controls on his
watch so he could detonate it when he pressed the side-mounted trigger
buttons.

Bond then slid the magnetic wristbands on his forearms, ready for
action. The hovering UFO was roughly at a 45 degree angle below him,
still struggling to break free of the chain anchor. Gingerly lowering
himself down, Bond curled his leather belt around  the taut line, then
tightly around his hands. Taking in what could be his last breath, he
lunged himself forward. The belt rolled bumpily down the cable at an
incredible speed.

His grip around the belt slipped as the last curve of the stretch
narrowed out. Bond freefell onto the craft's slippery hull, his body
rolling down towards oblivion. With his last ounce of strength, Bond
slammed his left forearm down. Amazingly, the wrist  magnet caught
just in time as his body dangled helplessly over the edge of the UFO.
Regaining his composure, Bond used the wrist magnets to climb back to
the peak of the craft.


Chapter 26

He was surprised to see a hatch open on the craft. Bond drew his PPK
before cautiously entering the dark entrance. Swinging his weapon back
and forth down each off-shooting corridor, he didn't locate anyone. He
came upon the main cockpit of the craft. It  was eerily illuminated by
light green lighting emanating from the indicators. The constant
humming of the engines assured Bond the UFO was still safely
hovering.

Reaching in his shoulder-slung sack, 007 set the plastic explosives to
a 5:00 minute timer. Planting the explosive on the underpanels, he was
just about ready to turn around to escape. Suddenly, a blunt object
smacked the gun from Bond's hand. A quick con secutive blow was laid
to his jaw, phasing the tired agent.

Bond quickly regained his balance and tackled the elusive purple-clad
intruder. Blofelt was still the stronger force, and sent 007 reeling
back against the main control panels. He held James down with both
hands clutched tightly against his neck. Each con secutive hit made
Bond's mind spin, giving him a lesser chance of surviving his
impending fate. He needed something to hit Blofelt with to end the
onslaught.

With his right hand fully stretched, he felt a bizarre metal tool
partially sticking out of the panels. He then recognized it; the
icicle-like device Blofelt showed him earlier. Bond plucked the sharp
spike from its slot, and stabbed his attacker in his f leshy exposed
neck. Blofelt tried to yell in agony, but his throat was fatally
severed. He removed the bloody object from his jugular with his dying
strength. Slumped backwards against the wall, he exhaled his last
breath. Blofelt was dead.

Suddenly, the whole UFO mysteriously shuddered. The humming that was
maintaining the hovering stopped. The key to the UFO had been removed,
shutting down the engines. The craft fell from its stationary orbit
into a sickening oscillating motion. Bond fell  to the grated floor
and held on tight. When the rocking subsided, he found himself staring
at the timer on the explosives. There was less than two minutes left
to get out!


Chapter 27

Green puss streamed from the large wound to Blofelt's throat,
releasing a deadly alien toxin. Bond clawed his eyes viciously while
stumbling back towards the entrance hatch. It was extremely painful
considering he was near death just moments earlier. The 
cool air emanating from the hatch informed 007 he was close to
freedom. Bond clumsily ascended the ladder back to the freshness of
the outdoors.

His eyesight returned slightly, allowing Bond the ability to climb the
thick chains. By tightly curling his legs around it, he used the
remaining strength of his arms and upper torso to pull himself back up
to the crane. There was roughly fifteen feet of  chain between the tip
of the crane and the UFO. When he reached the top moments later, he
felt around for something to grip. Bond struggled to pull himself over
the edge and onto the metal stairs of the crane. With the energy still
remaining in his legs,  Bond stumbled down a few steps before pressing
the side-buttons on his watch.

The remote mines he had planted earlier exploded at the tip of the
crane's shaft, severing the cable. The magnet and the UFO fell
gracefully from the perch, crashlanding back in the cargo hold of the
ship. The mercenaries still trapped inside screamed upo
n witnessing the descent. Suddenly, the UFO exploded into an intense
inferno, blowing open the thick metal bowels. Gas tanks all around
began exploding as a result, sending Blofelt's salvage ship into a
cataclysmic disaster.

Billowing clouds of smoke and fire rose from the opening made James
cough uncontrollably. The violence erupting below him caused the crane
to shudder and creak. It could give way at any moment, surely sending
Agent 007 to the grave. He clung onto the rail ing for dear life,
delaying the inevitable fate before him.

Suddenly, the familiar sound of a helicopter's rotary blades beckoned
his needs. It was Scully; his guardian angel. The chopper lowered
itself down towards the quivering crane. Bond lunged upward for one of
the helicopter's pontoons just as the entire cra ne crashed down into
the inferno. He hung on for dear life as Salvatore pulled the
helicopter away from the exploding wreckage. Scully extended her hand
out to get him safely inside the helicopter. Without reservation,
James Bond accepted her invitation.

Once safely inside the chopper, they watched as the blazing metal
behemoth sank to the bottom of the Aegean Sea. Special Agent 007's
mission was a success.


Chapter 28

Scully watched silently as the Greek paramedics attended to Mulder's
stab wounds while closing the doors of the ambulance. She sighed upon
watching her partner being wisked away to the hospital. Mulder was
going to be alright now.

A cozy blanket suddenly was wrapped around her shoulders in an attempt
to warm her up from the freezing helicopter. James gently embraced the
woman he had grown very close to over the past two days. They had
shared a deeply emotional connection from the b eginning. Scully
turned around with an empty smile upon her pale face.

"James. I can't begin to thank you enough for your help. There was no
way I could've done this without you..." she started off saying.
However, Bond had other intentions as he lowered his waiting mouth to
hers. They locked themselves into a passionate goo dbye kiss. And with
tears in both of their eyes, Bond rubbed her rosy face for the last
time.

"I have to go now... Good bye, Dana" he whispered sullenly to her.

"Good bye, James" Scully sniffled as she watched the most incredible
man she had ever known exit her life just as quickly as he had entered
it. She gently stroked her special watch from him, reminiscing about
the one night of passion they had shared toget her.


THE END