As Bond sat in the red fabric sidewall seat he went back over events in his mind and decided he would not go back to London right away. His 6th sense told him a mole--or moles--were in MI6 and he was tired of being set up. He directed the pilot to take him back to Paris and he would have Tanner come meet him there.

Upon landing, Bond opened up his cell phone and called Tanner. Tanner quickly agreed to take a day off and meet him at the Paris station's safe house. Then his phone was cut-off. Bond knew immediately he was being tracked and tossed the phone into the nearest garbage and began to walk away briskly but not at a run as this would draw attention to himself. Then the garbage can exploded, starting a small fire and acting as a pyrotechnic signal for the car following behind him to drive up to him and have its door fly open and two men pop-out--a classic snatch & grab!

Bond knew he had no time to think, he dropped to his butt lowering his center-of-gravity so they could not snatch him and throw him into the car, and rolled backwards and sprang to his feet to run in the opposite direction of the flow of traffic so the snatch car could not follow...

The two burly men gave chase....drawing pistols from waistband holsters they did not expect to have to use....Bond instinctively went wild and crossed the street as bullets crashed into passing cars causing their drivers to hit the brakes and make a chain reaction collision....running at full speed, Bond kept turning corners to break line-of-sight with the thugs.....must get separation distance....crossing another street, this time in the flow of traffic, Bond drew his PPK and forced the driver out and sped off at high speed towards the Arch de' Triomphe' center circle....he looked in his rear view mirror and spotted several cars following him from all directions, converging on him....he swerved into a car to his right to create a wreck for the car following closest to him....then spun the wheel right and then left to get in front of another car....he hit his brakes causing a mild rear collision and another wreck...he shifted into reverse and hit the gas to push the car into the other car making a make shift barricade stopping all circle traffic....as he sped off in the now empty front half circle, two cars rammed through the two cars causing fuel tank explosions and were immediately on him....

Police cars begin to follow the two cars with the gunmen behind him....a police helicopter appears overhead....machine gun bullets rip into the aft portion of his car...Bond makes for the French countryside.....he must get out of the narrow streets of Paris....must get away...regroup....he turns left down an alley....car one follows him, car 2 continues to trap him....followed by the French police sirens blazing...

He steers suddenly left to miss a dumpster....then back right...he comes right of the alley just as car 2 blocks him and he broadsides the car...stunned, his car is dead now....he is trapped...he draws out his PPK and leaves the smoking car and pops each man twice in the head and starts to run.....the gasoline leaking from the engine ignites and flares up....exploding both cars and consuming both men's bodies.... the French police park their tiny cars and give chase on foot...bullets fly over Bond's head and by his ears....

However, Bond is much stronger and faster than the policemen and he loses them in the hustle and bustle of Paris citizenry....but the noose is tightening as he hears the helicopter overhead try to ascertain his location.....

In the helicopter, a radio voice announces itself....

"I have him now. He will not escape".

A man in extremely good shape, like an Olympic athlete--fast ropes from a black private helicopter onto the street. He is a distance runner. A trained assassin who has used his long distance speed to evade capture on many occasions on assignments all over the world. The out-of-shape security forces simply cannot catch him even with helicopters and the radio. His secret?

He doesn't lose any speed carrying his gun. Its mounted on his shoulder, leaving his hands and arms free to run at full speed. Bond is a sprinter, but how long can he hold off this assassin? And what will happen when the distance is closed and he must draw? It will be too late.

The French police act like the hounds beating the bush for the hunters lying in wait. Except this hunter is running at full speed and is now closing on Bond. Kill Shot radios to the French police; "Block him ahead by the river cafes...I'll finish him off there".

Bond slows from a run to a walk to mingle in with the tourists along the river Seine....cafes are all along with relaxed citizens completely oblivious to his life and death struggle going on just 10 feet from them as they leisurely sip coffee...oh...that he could change places with them now....then he got the idea...'Why not?...what was separating from him and them?'

APPEARANCE.

His description and demeanor. He must change them at once. He spotted a clothing shop. Trying to slow down his heavy breathing, Bond picked out a new white colored shirt and sweater, sunglasses and a French style beret....placing them on the counter he gave the clerk his credit card....which was rejected....

Shitt! He should have known not to even try it....all his accounts must have been wiped clean. Fortunately he knew to have cash--American dollars. They would surely know he had changed his appearance--which was good. This small shop likely didn't have a TV camera so they would be guessing....THEY--is the problem--it was his own people hunting him now. WHY? Unless they were pissed he rained on their little India-Pakistani genocide parade. No time to mull over it...he has to ditch his suit coat and shoulder holster and place his PPK in his trouser pocket--a much slower draw--but he had Q make him a special side cargo pocket with velcro just for this kind of emergency where he couldn't afford to look like he was carrying heat....

Leaving the clothing shop as a new man....he decided to blend in with the locals and get a cup of coffee....underneath his fresh, new clothes, he was wounded and bleeding, his right lower leg muscle was pulled....he hadn't done that since SBS selection years ago....Bond limps to his favorite cafe. How ironic stumbling on to it at this time.

Out of breath, out of options....he orders a coffee and scans the area with his eyes but not his head....

"Your coffee, Sir"...he sees a ghost.

The waitress is a woman who looks exactly like Vesper...Bond's heart sinks. Why now? He doesn't need this. He is a dead man. He thanks her then drops his head down in despair. She serves him, then whispers, "I'm yours" then leaves running....he follows her desperately....Could it be her?

What?

It must be a trap.

Bond is now exposed alone in the middle of a French street. He is running at full speed. The patrons take cover and fall to the sidewalk as shots ring out. He is chasing the Vesper ghost....

Unfortunately, gaining with every second is Kill Shot who smiles....all he has to do is get Bond into the sight reticle of his right eye's contact lens and press the trigger....the contract is two shots through both his eyes.....

Bond is gaining on the girl, just two strides behind now....

"Vesper!" Bond calls out to her and she stops and turns to him....he tackles her to the street...shots whiz by over them.

Bond can see off to his left eye a man with a gun on his shoulder. He cannot believe it.

"Don't even try it, Bond."

Vesper gets up and runs off. She will be killed by this monstrous assassin.

"I'll kill her for fun"

Bond gets up in love to block the evil shot that a thug would never understand and shields Vesper from the monster's shoulder gun. A shot rings out from his shoulder and it hits Bond in the shoulder blade where Vesper's heart would have been, surprising Kill Shot.

Kill Shot sighs. As Bond stumbles forward to the ground, he moves his eye curser towards Bond's head but its facing down--he will have to turn him over to get the two eye shots.

"The chase is over Bond, quit your running"

Then the shot pierced his heart. Then another and another.

Where did they come from?

Kill Shot didn't have time to answer the question when the blackness overtook him.

Bond was firing his PPK from inside his trouser pocket, dropping the man-gun machine. In disgust, he bent over the shoulder rig and ripped the 9mm Beretta model 93R pistol off and turned it on the black helicopter hovering off in the distance, emptying a 32-round clip.

Shots ring out from a distance away--heavy caliber slugs---like from an anti-material .50 caliber rifle or even bigger---like a 20mm cannon....the shells explode onto the black helicopter crumpling it into the ground where it explodes in a huge ball of fire.....the street will be full of emergency personnel......Bond gets away finally....

Vesper or her lookalike has gotten away.

Bond limps to the safe house.

When Bond arrives at the door--he almost passes out from surprise and blood loss.

She opens the door and Bond holds his key chain; "I cheated I placed a homer in your apron"

Vesper pulls him into the door and kisses him passionately and out of control.

Bond stops and looks into her eyes..."I thought you were..."

Vesper takes her finger to his lips to silence him.

"Let's get your wounds taken care of darling first...."

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Bond, now patched up with his right shoulder in a sling opens his eyes to his beloved Vesper; who had saved him once again.

She smiled warmly.

"They revived me in the ambulance...I was in a coma for over a year....M didn't want you to know unless I fully recovered...she didn't want to break your heart...."

"How did you know I would come here?"

"We knew that if you were cut-off you'd come to your favorite cafe. We knew that monstrous killer would come after you and you'd have no chance against him. We had a sniper ready, all I had to do was get you down the street for him..."

Bill Tanner enters the hallway....

"Don't want to interrupt you two love birds, but 007 has some work to do."

Bond happier than he has ever been...hugged Tanner.

"James, meet the Schwarze Kappelle. The Black Orchestra. We are the underground resistance group within the Illuminati."

Bond looked away and thought. "That explains it".

"I found a red letter on Adam's body. I saved Anne."

"You don't want to know".

"Maybe I do".

"You will die".

Bond insists.

"They are very unhappy with you, you thwarted their plans to thin the herd by 1 BILLION people. Are you a fan of holy cow dung?"

"Oh, you are one of THEM?"

"Yes...and No."

"We are the Schwarze Kapelle; modern descendants of the resistance group to Hitler's Germany which by the way the Nazis were created by the American Rockefeller Illuminati in the first-place. We are all members of the Illuminati, but we are disgusted by what we see them doing, but realize we can do more to stop them by staying inside. We do not know all of each other--only a couple for security sake. I think you already figured out I was the one who sent you to thwart the smash 'n grab in Karachi and save my daughter. They were perfectly willing to sacrifice her for their evil agenda. Disgusting"

Bond was impressed. "You did the right thing"

"Now, how do we stop these bastards?"

Tanner thought long and hard.

"I don't even know who they are under their masks and hoods..."

"M is gone. She has been called away. I am in charge. You are persona non-grata, along with my daughter and the rest of your pirates. The supreme leader has called for everyone to be there at a meeting in two days when he is going to unhood and unmask the entire Schwarze Kapelle and ritually sacrifice them. I must attend myself or else I will be automatically known as a member"

"Then I place a GPS beacon on you at your next meeting."

"How will you get in? It's heavily guarded, they are ordered to shoot to kill. You can't just arm yourself and do an agent assault. And the meeting is being held in San Francisco, California at the Bohemian Grove with their Rockefeller Illuminati rivals. The whole U.S. military will be against you. We only have 48 hours."

"I'm counting on it. You are not the only rogue element within MI6, Tanner. If you go to the meeting, you are a dead man, just like your forebears in 1944 when the Hitler assassination failed. No, Tanner, this time we FIGHT."