Its 2.30 in the morning. I don't have anything to do. I might as well write a suave story using the WEIRD ENGLISH NAMES of our beloved players in the England squad.
As the distant BELL rang he started running. The bullets started to fly. The hired guns chasing him. Running as fast as he could he couldn't understand why the psychopath had a personal vendetta against the Deponts. With each bullet coming closer to killing him, the inevitable happens. He looses BALLANCE, trips and falls,scathing his perfectly TAYLOR-ed suit. First the BUTLER,then the parents and now the daughter. He had to get back there. He had to save the BROAD. As he gets up frantically,he sees an opening to an abandoned building.
How convenient.
He enters the room and clocks his gun as he had done countless time before, eagerly awaiting. A gun battle begins. Bullets are showered all over the room.
A bloodbath indeed.
But he picks out the killers far too easily. The psychopath shouldn't have even bothered. Now to get back.
There she was lying on the ground. gasping for air. She wanted to say something. something important. "Dad is...alive. Dad is ALI..." she said before fainting. The Minister isn't dead? While wondering where Mr.Depont would be he felt the tip of a gun on the back of his head.
Typical Scenario
"You have been quite the trouble" the psychopath said.
"I hope it wasn't too much"
"oh, nothing that I couldn't handle"
"So,why?"
"Why,what?"
"Why all this?"
"Ahh. I should just shoot you. But as the villain in you short lived life I should make a speech shouldn't I? Hmm lets see why? I guess its simple. Its very simple. The ROOT of all evil. The love of money. Greed I suppose."said the psychopath. While the psycopath was blabbering the spy was going through his actions over and over again in his mind.
After all his head was on the line
At last the psychopath asked "By the way before I kill you and paint the wall red. Can I know your name?"
knowing his moment had arrived, with a grin in his face he said "Bond,JAMES Bond"
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