JAMES BOND AND THE WHITE SIBERIAN TIGER
JAMES BOND AND THE WHITE SIBERIAN TIGER
“In the wintertime, a rose can bloom, or it can
Fail to bloom. And if love is rejected, it can result
In a broken heart, a mending heart; or it can result in
The deadliest assassin.”
Sir James Bond
“Careful, the snow slopes are a bit icy and you may slide too far.” James Bond and his female companion Kat Derringer were skiing in Aspen, Colorado.
“James dear, did you forget to bring the flask of bourbon?”
“No, darling it’s in my backpack. Careful now it’s quite slippery.”
“James, my legs are tired. Do you mind giving me a massage after the run down the hill?”
“Anything for you my love.”
Inside Bond’s backpack was a pocket-sized radio activator, which he was to deliver to the CIA’s safehouse at the base of the ski slope.
“Commander Bond, we have been waiting all morning for the delivery of the activator. This is a serious matter, and the Pentagon is very upset with you.” Roger McMillan, the station chief took possession of the device and walked angrily toward the door, and to the waiting suburban vehicle. In time the radio activator was delivered to the proper parties at the Pentagon.
“Mission accomplished sir. I simply don't see why M-16 tolerates Bond.” Edward Pennington, an analyst with the Department of Military Intelligence handed over the device to Admiral Kirk of Naval Intelligence.
“One day, James Bond’s sexual escapades will land him six feet under. I’m glad we finally got the activator. Now, on to other important matters. Dismissed Mr. Pennington."
From a darkened alley in Moscow, Russia, two mysterious men entered into an empty warehouse.
“Nicolai, did you bring the coded electro-magnetized diodes?” Ivan took out the range transmitter.
“Send a message to agent Monique Laurent, code name the White Siberian Tiger. And make sure the message goes out tonight.” Ivan left the warehouse, leaving the transmitter with Nicolai.
“Pierre, the encoded transmissions came through on the electron receiver. Tell Monique to prepare the plans for the missions.” Eduardo gave the magnetic tapes to Pierre. And Pierre stepped to the back of the restaurant. The Italian eatery, Le Maison Du Italiano, was a cover house for the international ring of thieves run by Laurent, a mastermind at technological mechanisms. The White Siberian Tiger had her eyes set on both the Bank of England, and the National Museum of Arts in Paris, France.
“Monique, here are the decoded messages from Moscow. Do you have ideas about the Bank of England’s new super-secure safety system?” Pierre, a system engineer took a seat next to Monique.
“I’ve found some information about the new security system. I think it is possible to enter into the Bank’s underground metal encased flooring. We need to bring the vectored explosives. The vault itself is protected by cameras, tear gas, and electronic trap wires, and it also has a hardened composite wall. I estimate the job to take five hours, from start to finish.” Monique handed the break-in plans to Pierre. One week later, the Bank of England was successfully broken into and the gold removed.
“I don’t think the problems that you mentioned about the break-in to the National Museum are well-founded. The security system is not fail-proof. It is possible to use our inside agents to gain access into the interior halls and disable the alarm system. The defensive electronics can be neutralized by our power charger. The artwork will be loaded onto the eighteen-wheel truck. Time to tell Monique our plans are well underway.” Toma Thibaut took Paul Engle to the communications room.
“Bon jour Monique, Toma’s ideas on the break-in look feasible. We should plan for the mission to be executed within the week.” Paul waited for Monique’s response.
“Just think. Rembrandt, Gaugin, Picasso, and Monet. In addition, the emerald and ruby necklace, and the blue diamond tiara. The artwork is priceless. All original art pieces.” Monique hung up the secure phone line.
At the M-16 headquarters in London, England, a group of cryptographers tried to decode a portion of the transmission from Moscow. The intercepted transmission was by luck. An electro receiver on the eastern slope of the mountainous area of Austria, caught a brief portion of the transmission.
“As far as I know, the decoded data suggests some sort of breach of security in England and France. The target of the breach is unclear. Give M Department our analysis.” Harold Ward, a chief analyst of M-16 walked to the secure phone line.
“M Department, I suggest sending Mr. James Bond to Paris on an assignment to investigate the activities of the French National Front. I believe there are plans to gain access to either the nuclear command center, or the power grid of the city.” Harold went back to the group of cryptographers.
“James, are you free this afternoon to meet with me at M Department? There is an emergency involving the French National Front. We believe they may be targeting vital interests of France.” Jonathan Erickson of M Department was nervous about the impending movements of the National Front.
“I might be a tad late. I happen to have an important meeting earlier in the morning. I’ll get back to you before noontime.” The important meeting between James and Victoria Pitman was nothing more than a date near Hyde Park. As usual, James was bringing a chilled bottle of Dom Perignon, and a basket of cheese and fruit. At two hours past noontime, James entered into the office of Jonathan Erickson and received his assignment to investigate the activities of the French National Front in Paris.
“Monique, the job in London will be underway in three days. There appears to be no problem. The gold bullion is valued in the range of forty-five million dollars. Is the yacht to Tokyo ready to depart in two weeks?” Ricardo Anthony was a demolition expert, formerly with the Red Guard in Ireland, and he coordinated the transport of the gold to the vessel, which was to depart from a harbor in Southern Spain.
“Excellent mon ami, I’ll radio the crew of The Diamond Crystal. I’m sure there will be no problem leaving in two weeks. Tokyo is of vital importance. Our contacts with the Japanese Space Agency, and Matsumoto Robotics are ready for the deposit of the bullion.” Monique, the White Siberian Tiger walked to the radio room in the back of the Le Maison Du Italiano restaurant.
“Perfect Edgar. The bullion and the artwork will be loaded onto your vessel in one week. The passage to Tokyo should be unimpeded. Our overall plans are on schedule.” Monique finished her radio transmission and walked to the holographic screens.
“The French National Front is the perfect cover for our activities in London and Paris. M-16 and America’s CIA will never detect the presence of our cabal.” Roger Washington of the Banker’s Trust, an international group of multi-billionaires, motioned for his assistant to contact the Russians in Moscow.
“Sergei, did Ivan speak to the White Siberian Tiger?” Roger had taken the secure line from his assistant.
“Da, she said the plans are underway, and that the jobs would be completed in one week or less.” Sergei took his flask of vodka and took a long sip.
“We need to deposit the gold bullion into the vaults in Tokyo. The artwork is mine.” Roger hung up his secure cellphone in his call to the group’s weapons and transportation commander. Russia, the Banker’s Trust, and the group led by the White Siberian Tiger, Monique Laurent, were planning to infiltrate the Japanese Space Agency, and Matsumoto Robotics in order to commandeer the ultra-sophisticated Japanese Space Shuttle, and to steal the array of mechanical robots. Their plan was to orbit the earth and to rendezvous with the American Blackhawk Space Station. The Blackhawk Space Station was equipped with two powerful charged particle cannons. The defensive weaponry was developed to intercept and destroy enemy inter-continental ballistic missiles, and to stop the further construction of nuclear power plants, which were being developed by rogue nations to acquire nuclear bombs.
“James Bond here. Did your intelligence department find any clues on the recent activities of the French National Front?”
“Non, Monsieur Bond there is no evidence of any criminal activity here in Paris.” Louis Gerard had clasped the phone too closely to his ear. James had screamed a derogatory curse at Louis. His efforts to stop the suspected attack on the electric power grids was in vain. There had been no attack on the grids. James was at a loss in deciphering the intercepted transmission from Moscow, and he failed in his mission to prevent any major criminal act in Paris. The National Museum of Paris had been broken into, and the authorities were powerless to stop it. However, James did manage to track down the shipping manifest of The Diamond Crystal. Hidden parabolic receivers in the shipping dock’s warehouses, had picked up radio transmissions from the ship to Le Maison Du Italiano. The receivers had been placed there by French intelligence, in order to prevent the illegal transportation of valuable assets of France.
“Qui, this is Monique. Have you transported the gold to The Diamond Crystal in Spain?”
“Non, we have had a few problems with the military helicopters. However, I expect the delivery of gold to be accomplished in another two days. From there, it should be a smooth trip to Japan.” Arthur Goldman hung up the phone.
“Hai, this is Moto-san. I believe the gold bullion will be deposited into our vault in one or two weeks. The ship from Spain is heavy-laden with approximately forty-five million dollars of the precious metal. The covert agents within the Japanese Space Agency and Matsumoto Robotics are eager to receive their share of the gold bullion. I understand that the Japanese Space Shuttle will be compromised by the astronaut sent by the combined forces of Russia and the Banker’s Trust cabal. The Matsumoto robots will be transferred to the Space Shuttle at the same time that the astronaut takes her seat in the cargo bay of the craft.”
“Excellent, my friend. I hear that the group will be sending the White Siberian Tiger as the selected astronaut. She is said to be a genius with an intelligence quotient of 200 points. That would make her a super-genius. How strange that a woman would take the place of a man. The world seems to be turning upside down.” Johnson Cleaver a highly hidden member of the Banker’s Trust, had invested nearly twenty million dollars into the heist of the Shuttle and the robots. The target was indeed the American Blackhawk Space Station. The goal was to gain possession of the Station and its weapons. The Russians and the Banker’s Trust cabal would then have the firepower to hold the world in ransom. If the most powerful nations of the world would not pay the money, or technology requested, the charged particle cannons would destroy targets on the land, sea, and air. No nation would be able to defend against these weapons.
“Mr. Bond, the CIA does not take lightly to your sudden request for one of our Gulf Stream jets. I understand that Japan is expecting a security breach somewhere in its borders. Are you certain that you will be able to find and prevent the anticipated security breach?” Felix Anderson was perturbed by the overly anxious M-16 secret agent.
“Look here, chap. I know that my capabilities are better suited at stopping a breach of security than your highly respected intelligence agency. With all the assets of The Agency, I still feel more confident of my own prowess. Trust me, my good man.” With that, James walked to the hanger to step into the jet. The flight to Tokyo would take twenty hours, with one stop in Los Angeles.
“The payment of thirty million dollars in gold bullion was deposited into your account. Now, let’s proceed with the protocol to place me into the Space Shuttle.” Monique looked at the space suit which she would be wearing in three days. The time during which the Japanese Space Shuttle would be launched into orbit.
“I know that the Russians and the members of the Banker’s Trust are eager to commandeer the Blackhawk Space Station. And I assure you, your placement into the Shuttle is guaranteed. I thank you for your contribution to our finances, if you know what I mean. To sell out my own country is something which is hard to live with. But thirty million dollars is indeed thirty million dollars.” Moto-san fingered his sparse beard.
On the day of the launching of the Space Shuttle, Monique was comfortably ensconced in the payload compartment of the Shuttle. The robots had been placed into the ship by covert agents within the Japanese Space Agency.
When James Bond arrived in Tokyo, he met with a delegation of ministers from the parliament of the Japanese government.
“Bond-san, we seem to be at a loss. We know that there has been a theft of robots from Matsumoto Robotics. These robots are capable of maneuvering, and they are the most advanced humanoid robotics. They can operate heavy-equipment, fly planes, and even pilot a space shuttle like the one developed by the Japanese Space Agency. It is a huge loss to Japan. We need your assistance. There are clues which lead to double-agents within the space industry.” Minamoto-san, chief of the National Police Force, was distraught with worry.
“Minamoto-san, I think that the first place to look is at the launch facility near Yokohama. I heard that there were heavy tractors from Tokyo that travelled along the super-highway, at a suspiciously slow speed. It could be that the robots were transported to the launch facility.”
“Very good, Bond-san. I would like you to investigate immediately.” Minamoto-san motioned for his men to take James to the bullet train. The trip to Yokohama would take three hours.
“10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1…all systems go. Lift off.” The commander of the launch headquarters watched as the rocket propelled the Space Shuttle into the high atmosphere. Monique felt the massive quaking of the Shuttle, and buckled down to secure herself.
“Mr. Bond, our records show that twelve officers of the Space Shuttle project recently received over thirty million dollars of gold bullion. I am afraid that the mission into space has been compromised. Our gauges tracking the Shuttle show there to be an excess of weight in the approximate range of seven hundred pounds. It is terrifying what might be happening on the Space Shuttle.” Asa Hamamoto, a senior systems engineer with the Space Agency, took James to a small rocket equipped with a smaller version of the recently launched Shuttle. The launch crew prepared James for an emergency liftoff. The mission was to retrieve the Space Shuttle by mating with the larger craft. The smaller space shuttle was capable of being remotely operated by the ground crew. The Space Shuttle was carrying super-secret technology in space weapons. The craft had to be retrieved.
When the Space Shuttle began its orbit around the earth, Monique, the White Siberian Tiger, removed the safety air venting mechanism which supported the air breathed by the Japanese astronauts. When she had injected nerve gas, the astronauts were quickly killed. Monique then began to pilot the Shuttle to the American Space Station. The charged particle cannons were the grand prize. From the ground, Russian space technicians tracked the trajectory of the Space Shuttle as it approached the Blackhawk Space Station. The Russians and the members of the Banker’s Trust were eagerly excited to gain possession of the particle weapons. Before the Space Shuttle could dock with the Space Station, the smaller space shuttle piloted by James Bond made a quick flight to the larger Shuttle. The smaller shuttle was equipped with a massive turbo rocketing engine, which allowed James to catch up with the Space Shuttle. When he got close enough to the larger Shuttle, he began to operate the controls to dock with the Space Shuttle piloted by Monique.
“White Siberian Tiger to Russian ground control. I’m losing both speed and lateral and vertical capabilities to maneuver properly. Do you have any ideas why this is occurring?”
“Yes, there appears to be a large object which has attempted to mate with your vehicle. If anything goes wrong, activate the emergency re-entry protocol. If you cannot manuever properly try to activate the robotic humanoids to assist in the piloting of the ship. The Russian ground control officer nervously looked at the high altitude radar screen, and was horrified by what he was watching.
“Japan ground control, this is Commander Bond. I have successfully docked with the Space Shuttle, and I will begin to gain control of the space vessel. It appears as though the Shuttle is being manually piloted. I am not sure who the astronaut, or astronauts are. The American Blackhawk Space Station is not far away.” Bond entered into the port of the Shuttle.
“Well, well, I have never seen such a beautiful astronaut as you. What is your name?”
“If you think you're safe, there are sensors onboard and they trigger what your body cannot take. Are you impervious to lasers? Monique motioned with her hand to activate her protective shielding. The lasers began to burn through Bond's suit, and tore a small section of his left arm.
“You have no idea what damage the Blackhawk can do to the geo-political dynamics of the world you live in." With that, Bond hurled himself against the wall of the Shuttle and opened the portal which connected his compartment to the command pod. He grabbed his electronic taser and shot Monique in her back. Monique slumped down to the belly of the pod.
"Commander Bond to Japan ground control, the Blackhawk Space Station is safe, and I'm heading home in the auxilary space shuttle. I've set the Japanese Space Shuttle on auto-pilot, and it is carrying a rather devilish woman. In simple terms, you can take that bitch and place her in the coldest prison. Make it somewhere in Siberia."
And the world was safe.
THE END
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