OC Day!
Short backstory: After the first trailer for No time to die dropped, I was like "DANG! Finally a sexy Bond Villain!" — and found myself writing fanfiction based on the trailer vibe. I created Tatjana Evans, known as 'R', Q's right hand, who got, working with Bond, in some hot water.
Reading sample:
"Pazi! PAZI!"
Bond took four seconds to look over the situation. He shot the man, who cried out, first and brought the man nearest to him down two second later. The third covered up and Bond took the time to roll back in the sailboat. He cursed himself for the tranquilizer. They worked slower than a real bullet and were not fatal.
The man who held Tatjana shot and missed while Bond got his chest. Tatjana freed herself and stumbled backwards, to fall backwards in the water.
Bond rushed to the rim of the boat, forgetting for a second the last man. He suddenly felt a hard, burning push in his left shoulder. The shot kicked him down in surprise. He grunted and tried to get up just to see the man was targeting his emergency motor. A rush of adrenaline in his veins, Bond stopped thinking and reacted automatically, jumping from the boat.
Clashing in the water he yelled out, his shoulder on fire. Grabbing his breathing apparatus he hurried to get under the water. A moment later the pressure of an explosion pushed him deeper down.
Bond fought against fainting, paddling wildly and catching his breath. He dared not to go up again but instead focused on his surroundings.
Checking his watch he found the compass direction to the mainland and started swimming.
***
Safin lowered his binoculars. Half an hour ago a patrol boat reported a solitary sailing boat. Probably lost tourists, not knowing that Dugi Otok Island is in private hands.
A weekly bribe to the water police made sure of his privacy, controlling his bay.
He was a bit surprised to see the explosion. It seemed his right hand's suspicion was deserved. His grey eyes narrowed, as he watched the patrol boat travel back home. Safin decided to still his curiosity and went down to the entrance of the abandoned submarine pen he worked and lived in.
Calls and orders of his men echoed from the ceiling as he entered the main hall. His right hand, Luc, stepped toward him, shrugging.
A water tunnel led inside the pen and Safin stepped to the railing. Resting his hands on it he stared at the men in the boat. Around him, bodies of his colleagues, the man grinned anyway.
"Ve found a Sirena!", he yelled up to Safin and pointed to his feet. Indeed, a small, wet body of a girl laid there, the long, red hair soaking and covering her face.
He got closer as his men carried the girl up to him, cheered by the view of her. He waved the men to him and wiped some strands of her hair out of her face.
Then he looked back at the patrolman.
"The man is dead.", he told Safin.
"What man?"
The patrol man shrugged. "A diver. Shooting at us wiv.. Darts?",he guessed the last word.
"Transquiller.", Safin's right man whispered.
Safin looked at him, a former colonel of the French Foreign Legion and his trusted man.
"SOA?" Safin wondered and meant the Croatian Intelligence.
"I will find out", Luc promised and waved the patrol man to him for further questions.
The girl coughed, spilling out water. Safin watched her unaffected as he made his decision. He lightly touched Luc's elbow.
Luc turned at once to Safin and listened to his orders.
"Your men shall bring her up in the apartment. Not my room, but the guestroom with the connecting bathroom. Let Doctor Brucher look at her."
"Of course.", Luc answered keenly and barked orders in French to his men.
"And Luc?" Safin held Luc's elbow firmer while starring at the girl.
"See that no harm comes to her."
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