James Bond vs Leon Kennedy (The Fight)

Tanner: All right! The combatants are set, the data has been analyzed, and the conclusion has been reached! Let’s get this mission underway! Miss Hunnigan, would you please do the honors?

Hunnigan: Absolutely, Mr. Tanner! Ahem–IT’S TIME FOR A DEATH BAAATTTTTTLLLLLLLLLLLLLLEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(DING!)

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OPENING MOVIE:

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Abandoned Umbrella Research Facility
Wugai Mountain, China
10:17 PM

Beneath the moonlit skies of China stood a long abandoned building that was one of the Umbrella Corporation’s many research facilities. The walls were covered in graffiti written in Mandarin, and several of its windows were smashed in. At the top of the building stood its logo–an octagon made of red and white triangles– which suffered years of rust and barely hanged on to its support.

During Umbrella’s heyday, the building would’ve been patrolled by hundreds of mercenaries, and its scientists would still creating more abominations to serve the corporation’s agenda. But since their bankruptcy in 2003, all of Umbrella’s corporate, paramilitary, and scientific buildings were shut down and its “projects” discontinued.

Alas, the Wugai Mountain Research Facility stood as a pathetic, hollow shell of its former self, completely devoid of human life…until tonight.

A silver Aston Martin crashed through the iron fence! The stunning European car screeched to a halt, and its engine went silent.

The driver stepped out, sporting an elegant black tuxedo with a white, buttoned shirt and a navy-blue tie. He had dark, amber-blonde hair that was neatly cut short and his face was cleanly shaven. The man’s most striking features were his blue, soul-piercing eyes that burned with fierce determination and ruthlessness. This was a man on a mission. He reached into his pocket and called on his smartphone.

“Bond to MI6. I’ve reached the old Umbrella facility. I’m in pursuit of the target now.”

“Very good, 007.” replied Bill Tanner, one of MI6’s Chiefs of Staff. “As intel reports, Umbrella’s staff had left this complex for quite some time, and all security systems have been shut down. You shouldn’t need to worry about anybody but the target, but some of the corporation’s leftover BOWs might still linger. As always, you should expect the unexpected. Good hunting, 007.”

“Understood. Bond out.”

The MI6 sent 007 to assassinate an American named Leon Scott Kennedy, a rogue DSO operative who went off to China to the derelict Umbrella facility against orders. Fearing the media bombardment that Kennedy’s desertion could cause, the DSO requested MI6 to hunt Kennedy down and either apprehend or kill him at once.

Bond wasn’t impressed by the selfish, cowardly ass-covering of American bureaucrats, but it didn’t matter. He had a mission, and he would see it to the end. The British agent pulled out his silenced Walther P99 pistol and made his way into the building.

“I hope I get this job with over with soon. I’d promised to take that nice girl in Shanghai to dinner this weekend.”

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Leon was all alone, wandering through the forgotten tomb that was Umbrella’s laboratory.

Like Bond, Leon also sported dark, amber-blond hair only his was much longer, with the right side of his face concealed by a bang. He wore a light gray T-shirt sporting several holsters with two guns and a knife, and an equally gray pair of pants holding another gun holster on his right hip. Leon also had steely blue eyes that revealed a sense of courage, but also compassion. He too was a man on a mission.

Years of fighting zombies and BOWs had taught Leon to be prepared for the worst. He carefully held his Silver Ghost pistol in front of him, using its flashlight to scan the walls and floors around him. His flashlight revealed a ghastly sight–dozens of dead, butchered mercenaries scattered all across the floor. The floors and walls were stained with dried blood, various limbs and organs littered the ground, and the soldiers’ faces were permanently twisted in expressions of agony and terror. Leon was deeply disturbed–not only by the deaths of these men, but also by his worries of what had killed them so brutally.

“These corpses…they’re way too fresh to be here before Umbrella’s fall. And the walls–there’s bullet holes everywhere. And claw marks covered in blood. These men were fighting something, and it tore them apart. What the Hell did Umbrella make here?”

Suddenly, Leon’s earpiece crackled to life.

“Leon, are you sure about this?” A young woman’s voice spoke to him fearfully. “You know the DSO’s policy on going AWOL. By now, the government’s probably sent someone to take you out! Hell, I’m putting myself in hot water just by helping you! Besides, even if you do find something in there, what are the odds that you’ll survive?”

“Hunnigan, relax.” Leon replied. “I’ve been away from headquarters for weeks. If the DSO’d wanted me dead, they would’ve sent someone after me by now. Besides, think about all the BOWs I’ve killed years before. I’ll manage…somehow.”

Hunnigan sighed deeply. “Alright Leon. But you watch your ass out there, you hear me? You’re still taking me to dinner this Saturday, remember?”

Leon chuckled, “I’ll be sure to come by with flowers and chocolates. Leon out.”

However, as Leon continued walking, he could hear someone else’s footsteps growing louder from behind. Little by little, he was getting the feeling that he was being followed. The rogue agent cautiously pulled his gun back and peeked over his left shoulder. Maybe Hunnigan’s fears were justified after all.

The MI6 agent was a few feet away from his target. With silenced P99 in hand, Bond aimed carefully at his prey’s skull. But before he could take the shot, Leon quickly turned and pointed his pistol at Bond! The blonde Brit instinctively ducked behind a wall just half a second before Leon could fire.

“Who the hell are you!? Why are you following me?” Leon roared through the hall.The British agent turned away from the wall and pointed his gun at Leon. He figured he might as well answer Leon, since there was no one else within a hundred miles.

“The name’s Bond. James Bond.”

“You don’t look like you’re here for small talk.” Said Leon. Who’s sent you out for my head?”

“I don’t think that’s important now, is it?” Bond replied. “All that matters is that my orders are to either capture or eliminate you.”

Bond stared at Leon with the same cold, dispassionate gaze he gave all his enemies. He had no personal quarrel against Leon, but he did have a mission. and he was going to accomplish it one way or another.

Tension filled the air as the Star of MI6 and the Hero of Raccoon City stared each other down. Before this night was over, there was gonna be one more corpse entombed in this lab.

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(Fight art commission by Carbonated-Jem.)

MISSION START!!!

Bond fired the first two shots, which Leon instantly avoided. The American fired back, but Bond merely crouched back against the wall, avoiding harm. The Brit fired three more shots, one of which grazed Leon’s right arm. Fighting back the pain, the DSO agent took cover behind a supply crate.

Leon kept firing at Bond’s position hoping to at least pin him down. His plan was working; Bond was forced to stay in cover, but he wasn’t bothered. He was waiting patiently for Leon to reload. When he heard Leon’s magazine hit the floor, it was time to move. Bond noticed a light fixture hanging over Leon’s head and shot the wire holding it. The American looked up…”Shit!”

Press to roll

The good news: Leon avoided the fixture that crashed onto the floor. The bad news: he was now out of cover. The British assassin shot rapidly at his prey, but Leon deftly rolled away from the gunfire. Leon decided to fall back and find better cover–he ran deeper into the facility, reloading his gun along the way.

The two agents ran into the darkness, taking rapid potshots at each other. As Leon got farther, he started to notice his shots were getting less and less accurate. The DSO agent cursed himself; he forgot how inaccurate the Silver Ghost was at long range. Leon managed to graze his pursuer’s right cheek and torso, but it didn’t slow him down. The Brit wasn’t having it easy either; the constant sprinting and dodging bullets barely gave him any time to aim.

Eventually the zombie hunter reached an intersection and hid behind the wall on his left. 007 stopped and took cover to the right. The two agents quickly reloaded their guns and resumed their duel. It became a Western-style standoff, with each fighter clinging tightly to his cover, peeking out only to fire. Despite their efforts, neither Bond nor Leon could score a decent hit on each other. This was a waste of time and ammo.

Frustrated, Bond loaded his last clip for the P99. He noticed an old red steam and blasted a hole in it, causing blistering hot steam to pour into Leon’s face. Reeling in pain, Leon dropped his gun, and now was 007’s chance to strike. He fired twice –both shots hit home. Leon yelped and clutched the two bloody wounds in his abdomen. He needed to slow this crazy Brit down now. Falling back, Leon pulled out one of his backup pistols–his “Wing Shooter”–and noticed an old fire extinguisher on his left. Thinking quickly, he rolled the object towards his enemy.

Press R2 to Fire

The extinguisher exploded like a grenade, trapping Bond in a blinding smokescreen. The American gave a satisfied smirk and continued his retreat.

007 coughed violently as he was engulfed in carbon dioxide. As he backed away, he felt a sharp, stinging pain in his left torso–a piece of shrapnel had knifed its way into him. It wasn’t deep enough to cause any major damage, but it still hurt like hell. Bond quickly pulled out the bloodstained shard and looked down the hall.

Now this American was pissing him off. “Bastard!” You can run and hide all you bloody like, but I will find you!” Before he moved on, the MI6 agent noticed a few dead mercenaries lying down the hall, each one holding rifles, sub-machineguns, and shotguns. It was Bond’s turn to smirk.

“If this Yank wants to play dirty, then so will I.”

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The wounded American took shelter behind an upturned table in what seemed to be one of the facility’s office rooms. Leon treated his bullet holes with a small spray of medical herbs–a gift from his old friend, Claire Redfield. The medicine burned like hell and did little more than disinfect his wounds, but it was still better than nothing.

“God bless you, Claire.” He wheezed, as he peeked over his cover.

It looked like he’d lost the Brit…for now. Leon decided to use this time to investigate this new area. Inside the dark room were rows of office tables, each holding an old PC that looked like it hadn’t been turned on in years. Whatever information was stored on these computers might be related to whatever killed all those men near the entrance. Leon walked over to the closest computer and hit the power button…nothing happened.

“Damn.” He groaned. “That’s right–no power. And whatever information these computers had’s probably been purged a long time ago.”

On the right side of the keyboard, Leon noticed a humble office file containing a few records. The label on the front of the file read “Dr. Howard Cho”. Leon quickly glanced through the files–the majority was in Mandarin text he couldn’t read, but one page written in English drew his attention.

28 September, 2002
Dr. Cho, Howard
Umbrella Wugai Mountain Research Facility

Today marks a momentous achievement for Umbrella Corporation!
Using the data we’d recovered of the performance of the NE-a Type parasite used to create the Nemesis T-Type, we’ve successfully modified the parasite to be compatible with our latest experiment, Project Inferno.

This latest member of the Tyrant series will be superior to its predecessors in every regard, and once it is mass-produced, will increase Umbrella’s paramilitary might exponentially.

Though alone our Tyrants have been defeated by a few STARS agents, our enemies will not be able to destroy entire legions of our new BOWs.

All testing for Project Inferno begins at exactly 12:00PM tomorrow.

“Obedience Breeds Discipline, Discipline Breeds Unity, Unity Breeds Power, Power is Life.”

Leon shuddered. “Those bastards! So that’s what butchered all those mercenaries near the entrance. By the looks of things, those tests didn’t go so well.”

Suddenly, Leon heard some familiar footsteps rushing towards him.

“Aw, shit. Here we go again.”

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Bond was back, and he was pissed off.

Wielding a UMP9 submachine gun, he raced into the data room and sprayed a hellstorm of lead at Leon.

The American  dodged the gunfire and ducked behind his table. The MI6 agent took cover behind another computer desk and continued firing. The UMP9’s bullets drilled through Leon’s wooden table like tissue paper.

Leon pulled out both of his Wing Shooters and returned fire. Bond’s cover offered slightly more protection, but it wasn’t impervious either. Bullets from both sides screamed through the air as computers, tables, office chairs and work files were torn to shreds.

Before long, the DSO agent’s pistols had run out. “Dammit!” he hissed. Leon was helpless his cover was quickly torn down by Bond’s relentless fire.

“If I don’t find a new gun fast, I’m completely fu—-.”

Leon hissed as a stray bullet his his shoulder. He finally caught a lucky break when he noticed a long-dead Umbrella merc holding a Steyr TMP. Leon picked it up and fired as soon as he heard Bond reloading. The Steyr wasn’t as powerful or accurate as the UMP, but it didn’t matter at this close range.

Now it was 007’s turn to be in trouble. His cover crumbled down as Leon pounded it with bullets. Even worse, he was down to his last clip for the H&K. The British agent lifted the submachine gun over his head and blind-fired his last few bullets at Leon until it clicked.

Bond disposed of the no-empty UMP and, switched to a powerful AKM assault rifle. The 00 agent fired punishing shots at Leon’s failing cover. The American  fired back, scoring two lucky hits at Bond’s right arm.

Staying here was hopeless. Leon needed to run now. The doorway was on Bond’s side of the office, making it impossible to run back into the hall. Fortunately, there was an emergency exit just a few feet behind Leon. The American raced through the fire exit and up a metal staircase leading to a narrow catwalk that bordered the outside of the complex.

His two bullet wounds stinging his arm, Bond tore off two strips of his shirt and used them as makeshift bandages. He then resumed his pursuit of Kennedy through the fire exit.

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To say that 007 was getting “frustrated” would be an understatement. Between the exploding fire extinguisher, his bullet wounds, and this tiresome cat-and-mouse game, he was about ready to put a nice, big round right through Kennedy’s skull.

As he ran along the catwalk, 007 looked upwards and noticed that it was still deep into midnight approaching. How long had he been chasing this bloody American!?

“It doesn’t matter.” He told himself. “I will kill this bastard and finish this mission!”

Leon reached a corner on the catwalk and tried to slow Bond down by spraying bullets at him, but his TMP was useless at longer range. As 007 slowly gained foot, he looked through his ACOG scope and fired. Lucky for Leon, the AK had poor accuracy. Its bullets either pelted the ground or whistled right past him. The MI6 agent ditched the assault rifle and switched to a SPAS-12 shotgun. With only five shells to use, Bond had to make his shots count.

Even one hit from that shotgun would be deadly if Bond got close! The DSO agent took cover behind another corner and waited for his enemy to walk up. Ambushing and disarming Bond meant having to fight him hand-to-hand.

Press  To Melee

Leon smacked Bond in the face and gripped the shotgun. Bond held onto his weapon and threw a punch at Leon’s face. The American took the punch and twisted Bond’s arms downward, causing the SPAS to fire a shot that missed Leon’s foot. Leon kneed Bond in the gut and elbowed him across the nose before finally twisting the SPAS off the catwalk. 007 angrily push-kicked Leon into the back railing, nearly tipping him over. Bond was down to his last weapon: his Walther PPK.

Leon retreated up a short flight of stairs at the end of the fire escape. He ended up on a large rooftop helipad on the far right section of the complex. To his left lay a discarded M9 Riot Shotgun with three unused shells. Leon loaded the shotgun, but Bond halted him, angrily pointing his gun at Leon. The two tired, wounded agents were left at another stalemate, each one pointing his weapon at the other.

Needless to say, Bond looked like hell. Aside from the wounds he already received, 007’s nose was left broken and bloody. But he was too pissed off at this point to think about his wounds. Killing Kennedy would come first.

“End of the line, Kennedy! You’re cornered! There’s no way out!”

Leon checked his surroundings for an escape route…his heart sank.

“Goddammit. He’s right. There’s no helicopter, no fire escape, no ladders, and the only way down’s a 50 foot drop onto hard asphalt. The only way out is the way we both came. Maybe I can try reasoning with this guy.”

“Listen, Bond!” Leon snapped back. “I don’t care who sent you to kill me! I’m not the enemy here! Umbrella’s made something in this building! Something big! Monstrous! You saw all those dead soldiers inside this facility, right? If you put your gun down, maybe we can–“

*BANG!*

007 only replied with a gunshot that knocked Leon’s Riot Gun out of his hands and far behind him.

“Great. So much for British diplomacy.”

The cornered DSO agent had only one weapon left–something he hadn’t used since his duel with Jack Krauser in Spain. He pulled out the combat knife from his the holster on his left shoulder and took a fighting stance. The wounded MI6 agent only smirked.

“So, he wants to make this up close and personal? Fine, as long as he won’t bloody run away like Trevelyan did.”

As they took their stances, each agent felt in his bones that this fight was coming to an end. This helipad was the perfect stage for their final round. The Star of MI6 and the Hero of Raccoon City stared at each other one last time, each daring the other to make the first attack.

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James Bond:

Leon Kennedy:

Bond fired the first two shots, which Leon preemptively dodged. The American charged and kicked the gun out of Bond’s hands before slashing at his throat. Bond ducked and gave Leon a solid punch to the chest. Leon tanked the punch and grabbed Bond by the jacket, attempting to stab him in the shoulder. The 00 agent pushed back Leon’s arm and headbutted him before kicking him off.

Leon was caught off guard before Bond charged with a spinning back kick. Leon took the kick, but blocked the two punches that followed. The American backfisted Bond’s face before slashing him across the chest. 007 cried out as his chest drew blood, but it wasn’t the first time he’d been stabbed. 007 and Agent Kennedy battled ferociously, matching each other blow for blow.

Almost matching. As long as Leon had his knife, Bond was at a disadvantage.

The American agent lunged his knife, but Bond sidestepped and wrapped his arm around his foe’s. He then violently jerked Leon’s arm upwards, forcing him to drop the knife. Shouting in pain, Leon punched the Brit in the face multiple times until he let go and fell to the floor.

The DSO agent pinned Bond to the ground and threw multiple punches at him. The MI6 agent kept up his guard for as long as he could. Fortunately, his enemy’s knife was on the ground on the left within arm’s reach. 007 grabbed the knife and slashed Leon across the chest.

Leon doubled back, covering his bleeding knife wound. He was hurt, but it didn’t feel like his vital organs were hit. He would’ve laughed at the irony of being stabbed by his own knife if there wasn’t a crazy limey bastard ready to murder him.

007 charged in, slashing Leon from the right…

Tilt (Left) to Dodge

…Then from the left…

Tilt (Right) to Dodge

…Then from below…

Tilt (Down) to Dodge

…Before finally lunging forward.

Press ( +) to Backflip

The wounded DSO agent landed at the spot where his shotgun landed after Bond shot it. Leon picked up the weapon and pulled the trigger…but nothing happened. The weapon was too damaged to fire.

“Come on! Are you fucking kidding me!?”

Bond swung downward with his knife, but Leon blocked the attack with his shotgun. The American kicked the knife-wielding Brit away from him.

Wounded and desperate, Leon thought, “Alright. If I can’t fire this gun, I’ll just have to beat this asshole with it!”

Leon reached down and grabbed the Riot Gun by the barrel, holding it like a baseball bat. The American swung the weapon wildly as Bond only narrowly dodged each swing. Leon smacked the Brit across the face and forced him to the ground.

Dropping his now useless shotgun, Leon needed a new weapon. To his right lay his enemy’s Walther PPK. It had only been fired twice, so chances were it still had a few rounds left. Leon knew this was his last chance! The DSO agent quickly obtained the pistol and pointed it at his grounded enemy.

Bond was a sitting duck. He had no guns, cover, or first aid to keep him fighting. But strangely, instead of surrendering or retreating, the MI6 agent just…smirked.

“Fool. He doesn’t know about the safety feature.”

“So long, asshole!” Leon roared right before he pulled the trigger…but something was wrong. The trigger stood still. The gun wouldn’t fire.

The American let out a scream of pain as he felt a metal blade pierce his knee! 007 stood over, proud of himself for catching his enemy off-guard. The MI6 agent followed up with rapid slices across Leon’s face, arms, legs, and torso. The DSO agent cried out with each wound as his blood painted the knife and floor around him. Finally, the James ended his assault with a stab straight through Leon’s chest!

The American gasped violently as he felt the knife pierce his heart. He grabbed the knife that was embedded in his torso as he spat out heavy amounts of blood from his mouth. Leon’s breathing became slow and labored, and his vision constantly faded in and out. He was dying, and he knew it. This fight was truly over.

007 retrieved his Walther, ready to give Leon the coup de grace. He pointed his pistol at the defeated agent’s forehead, but decided to send him off with a few words before finishing him.

“Got some advice foe you, Kennedy.” Bond said as he smirked proudly. “Safety first.”

*CLICK!*

Leon let out a slight chuckle, and closed his eyes, waiting for the bullet.

*BANG!!!*

Leon Kennedy was dead.

His mission complete, the victorious 00 agent holstered his gun and pulled out his smartphone.

“Bond to MI6. This job’s done. Kennedy’s been eliminated. I repeat: Kennedy is eliminated.”

“Are you sure, 007?” Tanner replied from the other line. “Can you confirm it?”

“The bastard’s got a bloody knife in his chest and a hole through his head! You want me to write his obituary too!?”

“All right then, Bond! If Kennedy is dead, then your mission is complete. Return to MI6 Headquarters within 48 hours for your next assignment! Tanner out.”

And with that, Bond’s mission was finally over. He took one last look at Leon’s corpse before heading off the helipad. Seconds later, the pain from his multiple wounds returned.

“I better find me a hell of a masseuse when I get back to Shanghai.”

MISSION ACCOMPLISHED!!!

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Hunnigan: “Nooooooooooooooooo! Leoooooooooon! Bond, you murdering bastard! How could you!? Leon was going to take me out on a romantic evening!!!”

Tanner: (Groans loudly) Will you BE QUIET!?!? Don’t forget, we spent weeks analyzing this data! You knew how this match would turn out from the very start! Don’t pretend you didn’t!

Hunnigan: (Panting slowly) You’re right. You’re right. So…as painful as it is for me to say, Bond triumphed in the end.

Tanner: Indeed. But, it was a very close between him and Leon. Both agents were a near-perfect match in marksmanship, tactics, and close quarter combat. However, there was one crucial factor Bond had with him that helped him win this fight.

Hunnigan: That factor is experience. Though his career was fairly short, 007’s spent more time fighting against armed, trained, disciplined foes like Leon. He’s used to fighting enemies with roughly equal skill, intelligence, and endurance as him, including two bomb-makers, a group of African guerilla fighters, a turncoat MI6 agent, and a small army of armed henchmen.

Tanner: “But Leon’s beaten things far more powerful than Bond”, you say? Yes, he has. But therein lies the problem. Agent Kennedy’s spent most of his career fighting zombies and BOWs. Zombies are slow and stupid, and BOWs (for the most part) aren’t even human. They aren’t capable of having the same level of physical endurance or careful, strategic planning of a living human being. Of course, Leon has occasionally dueled trained, intelligent foes such as Jack Krauser and Chris Redfield, but has limited experience otherwise. For Bond, this was a pretty typical (if extremely difficult) mission, while for Leon, it was fairly new territory.

Hunnigan: Add in the fact that the Walther PPK’s palm print reader caught Leon off guard just long enough for Bond to deliver the final blow.

Tanner: Overall, Leon clearly needed this match like a hole in the head.

THE WINNER IS…

…BOND. JAMES BOND.

FINAL RESULTS:

James:
( = ) Excellent marksman, especially with pistol
( = ) Able to match Leon’s tactical thinking and melee skills
( + ) More experienced against with opponents on equal level

Leon:
( = ) Excellent marksman, especially with pistol
( + ) Resourceful
( = ) Matched Bond’s hand-to-hand skills, especially with knife
( – ) More experienced against zombies and BOWs than with human agents

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EPILOGUE:

Tired, wounded, and on the verge of collapsing, James barely had the energy to walk back to his car. He found a flight of stairs around the edge of the building that led to the Umbrella facility’s front entrance. The Aston Martin was still where it was parked, loyally waiting for its driver to return.

007’s battle with Kennedy had left him with several bruises and bleeding cuts, a broken nose, and a tattered business suit that cost him 500 British Pounds. That alone would be trouble enough, but compounding it was the fact it was still nighttime, and James was deep in the rural parts of China. The nearest hospital or gas station was over a hundred away, and the road ahead was blindingly dark, with only the moon and Aston Martin’s headlights for illumination. Even the car’s GPS was useless due to the poor reception the place offered.

All James had to treat his wounds with was a first aid kid that was stashed in the glove compartment. “Still, better than nothing.” He thought bitterly. James’ best course of action for now was to treat his wounds as best he could, rest until dawn, and drive his way to the nearest town on the way to Shanghai. The tired 007 limped to the driver’s side and opened the door.

Unfortunately for James, his earlier fight with Leon was only the start of a long, brutal night. Right before he stepped inside the car, he felt a strange rumbling beneath his feet. The sensation seemed to come from inside the Umbrella research facility. The noise grew louder and more chaotic with each second. It felt as if a runaway bulldozer was plowing its way through the whole building! A heavy, queasy feeling was forming in the pit of James’ stomach. He didn’t know what, but something had gone seriously wrong.

What happened next could only be described as a nightmare. A massive wall was broken through the entrance of the facility! Bond took cover behind his car door as bits of concrete, metal, and glass showered in all directions. The agent looked up, mouth and eyes wide in shock and terror.

The person–no, the creature–that stood before him was nothing short of a monster. The creature easily stood roughly seven or eight feet tall. Its body was mostly dull gray like a decaying corpse, but its upper torso was brown and hard like sandstone. Its muscular arms ended with massive hands with frighteningly long and sharp claws that could tear into an elephant. The creature’s face was a hollow stare, displaying neither joy, nor sorrow, nor hatred or fear. Nevertheless, James could feel the monster’s insatiable urge to destroy and murder.

James instinctively pulled his pistol and fired at the beast, only for the bullets to bounce off the monster like harmless coins. The creature seemed to give no reaction, as if it was never even shot.

As Bond continued aiming his weapon, despite now knowing how useless it was. James Bond, 007 himself, who ran dozens of life-threatening missions in Her Majesty’s Secret Service, taking down criminal organizations and fanatical terrorists for much of his life–felt an emotion he hadn’t in years. Fear. Pure, unadulterated fear.

“My God.” The hapless James thought. “Kennedy was right! He was right all along!” He was now faced with the very thing Leon warned him about. The creature growled quietly. Without a word, it slowly stomped towards James with mindless bloodlust in its eyes.

007 immediately got in the car and drove out of the facility. The car’s headlights illuminated the path ahead, which was uncomfortably rocky and hidden by trees. The monster quickly chased after Bond with a speed easily matching his Aston Martin.

James looked at his rearview mirror as the monster chased him. Clearly outrunning it would do him little good. He’d have to use the car’s built in weapons to stop it! The 007 agent activated the machine guns hidden behind the rear license plate. The monster finally got close, ready to pierce the metal car with its fearsome claws! The machine guns spun up, ready to open fire.

“If I live through this,” 007 thought. “Both MI6 and the Yanks are gonna have a lot of explaining to do!”

ALTERNATE ENDING COMING SOON!

WHAT HAPPENS IF JAMES SPARES LEON AND THE TWO TAKE ON THE BOW TOGETHER?