The cover stories were already popping out all over the world....Bond's video footage was sent to all the media outlets--yet not surprisingly none of it was ever posted. It was good insurance policy for their lives to continue. The Illuminati was not finished, certainly--but it had been broken to where the common people could stop being their door mats...if they were smart enough to stand up on their two feet...the big question...

"What are all those beads for, James?"

Bond blushed as only Vesper could make him do..

"Well...I was thinking maybe later...giving them all to you...."

Vesper closed the distance to Bond's face and looked into his eyes as her glorious breasts kissed his muscled chest....

"You don't need beads---ever, my handsome one..."

The lovers kissed and time stood still...

They decided to get away from the main street and take a side street to their hotel room...

Yet their interlude was broken by a segment of the parade coming towards them in sad, slow music....even more strange standing by them at the Filet of Soul restaurant were mourners on this day of celebration...Bond sensed something was wrong....he couldn't place it....he remembered a CIA agent had disappeared while Leiter and him were getting a drink at this very same place during the Mister Big operation....

The music and mourners closed in...

Curious, Vesper was asking some black mourners who the funeral was for....when Bond saw the knife flash....

At the exact same moment, by his side was a black reverend who remarked, "I think you know the deceased"...and Bond felt a sharp pain in his side, but he did not care...HE WOULD NOT lose Vesper ever again as he dove for the man with the knife headed to under her rib cage under her left breast....a potentially mortal wound that must be prevented...

Bond knocked the knife away and it clanged on the street...as the band switched its tune to a frolic melody expecting two fresh victims to snatch....but Bond was in a righteous rage and his beads went flying in the face of the lead band member who dropped his saxophone in a squawk....Bond he punched the knife man squarely up his nose to break it into his brain...As he tumbled dying to the ground, he tossed him with his powerful left arm into the street where the first group of men gobbled up his body with the casket they were carrying....Vesper turned and screamed, "James!"

It became clear: the mourner procession scam...two British MI6 agents killed watching it and when their bodies fell, the pall bearers placed the casket over them and snatched them...the Illuminati's tentacles reached all the way to even New Orleans and the occult centers there....the very people they left to die when Hurricane Katrina hit....

Well Bond was going to have none of that...this was Live and Let Die crap....Screw this, screw them, never again.

The reverend who had stabbed Bond in his side was coming at him again with a knife, when Vesper pulled out her PPK from her inner thigh holster and cracked two shots into his chest to drop him. While the band was in smug drunk celebration playing in full Mardi Gras frivolity, Bond swerved to meet the first processioner with a blow to the jaw, knocking him down as the man behind him reached for a gun.....Vesper called for Bond to duck as she capped him with two shots into his head...the fight was on!

The murderous band dropped their instruments and went for their concealed weapons as Vesper double-tapped a man with a length of chain headed for Bond..."I'm almost out!" she cried as one bullet was left in her chamber....the matronly black mourner slapped her and her PPK fell to the ground.....Bond swung at the right-most casket holders and down went their heavy wooden rectangle--and Bond weakened by loss of blood....the black matron reached into her bag for a gun as Bond picked up Vesper's PPK and hit her in the back crumpling her....

Crawling over to Vesper, she lifted him to his feet as New Orleans Police arrived surrounding the phony funeral processioners and shooting one dead as he raised a machete.

Vesper noticing James was bleeding at his waist, called for a medic and applied direct pressure to stop the bleeding. Groggy, Bond thanked Vesper.

"We have got to stop meeting like this. I don't think I can survive any more convalescence's"

Vesper held him hand and gripped it warmly and kissed it.

Bond had a sardonic thought and smiled.

"You have now earned 00 status"

Vesper bent over and kissed him and whispered; "the only status I want is you".