taylor@sdcsvax.UUCP (07/12/83)
Seeing All The Aston-Martin, double turbo-charged, roared to a stop. 007 leaped out, and rolled into the trees. The car exploded, sending flames and shrapnel through the brisk English air. The silence slowely returned to the forest. Bond didn't move. After a while, a long black limo pulled up, and Talinkov, a GRU man, stepped out. "It appears Mr. Bond will trouble us no more!" He laughed. Stepping out of the undergrowth, 007 raised his Walther PPK to eye level; "Sorry, Talkinkov, you missed." "No, Mr. Bond, you did" he coolly replied, as the driver raised his gun and fired. BANG! "Goodbye, Mr. Bond." Poetic license; to kill. -- 7/11