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1
STOCKPORT IS TOO
MUCH CHAPTER ONE
Bond slowly turned the door handle and gently eased the
door open. His assignment was over and now, before he returned England and
Universal Exports, it was time for a little extra-curricular activity. It would
help to clear his mind from the nasty business he'd had to complete earlier
that evening. Killing a man was never easy, even to someone who had killed
dozens of times before, and even though the villain to be despatched was scum
like Morientes, an evil parasite who lived off the suffering of innocents. The
Mexican Morientes had been a drug baron and therefore in James Bond's eyes the very
lowest scum. In the opinion of the secret agent the world would be a far better and happier
place without the drugs trafficked by the Mexican and his ilk. It was a far better
and happier place with them too, much much happier, especially if the drugs in question were a few grams of top quality Colombian up your
nose, but Bond, no stranger to the odd line himself, knew as well as anyone that
the effect of drugs was ephemeral and the euphoria it brought with it would
soon be equalled and then surpassed many times over by the dark depression that
inevitably followed. And the drugs that Morientes dealt were not merely
cocaine, a drug that could be kept under control just so long as you didn't go
at it with the abandon of a politician at the pig trough, but something harder
and much more dangerous. Heroin. The big H. Well now the Mexican was in the big
H in the sky and good riddance to him. Bond had first seen the girl in the cocktail bar of the Sandals in which he had been staying. She had been in the company of a man, probably a boyfriend, but that hadn’t stopped her returning his smile the couple of times he had caught her eye. He had followed her when they left, was pleased when the boyfriend dropped her off at the apartment block, and now, some ten minutes later, he was in her apartment. The girl was gorgeous. Drop dead gorgeous. On seeing her again Bond, being Bond, immediately wondered what she would be like in bed. Well it wouldn't be long before he found out, he was sure to bed the girl, he always did. |
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