Trainee Assassin
By Crossmanx at - crossmanx@hotmail.co.uk - comments and ideas welcome.
When you want a job done properly, give it to the right trainee!

Trainee Assassin

The car was parked opposite a large well to do apartment building in the city,
the city was Berlin and the clouds outside were drawing in and it was getting
a bit dark and cold now. Which kind of sorted the mood of the man who was
currently sat inside that car, the man was an agent of the crown, an operative
with the secret service, a spy! Agent 007, Mr Bond, or, as the ladies would
call him, James, who was a frustrated man, a man who had been given a job and
so far, he hadn't completed it.

The well-known 'super spy's' latest assignment was simple enough, an
assassination of a notable eastern European 'businessman'! A man who had, one
or two links, in fact too many links and associations with serial criminal
groups, as well as few organisations determined on world domination. But such
a high profiled man couldn't just be shot by an agent of the Government, not
without too many questions being asked, so an 'accident was in order. In fact,
it was 007's mission to assassinate ... ... to arrange an 'accident' for this
man.

The 'target', the businessman who was to suffer this 'accident' was Dmitry
Glazkov, for all outwards signs he was just the well to do, very successful
and influential businessman. So, for a successful businessman, the two
secretaries and his wife that where always around him, was quite normal, it
just so happened that they also acted as his bodyguards. So, all 007 had to do
to arrange this 'accident' was to choose the right place and time and get
through his bodyguards, simple. But it hadn't been as easy as James had first
thought it would be ... ... !

His first attempt to arrange an accident for 'Mr Glazkov' had been in Vienna,
at the city's most luxuries hotel. Bond had gone in posing as one of the
hotels maintenance workmen, which allowed him to 'fix' one of the elevators!
It was a straight forward enough plan, with the evaluator rigged it was going
to be a simple case of waiting for Glazkov to come out of his penthouse suite
on the top floor and go down in the elevator. He would push the button, the
doors would open, the elevator would not be there, it would be right at the
bottom on the ground floor. Then James would come along give his target and
quick nudge and Glazkov would fall into the shaft. Fall all the way down until
he hit the top of the elevator at the bottom, and it would all be put down to
a nasty 'accident!'

That was the plan, and to help out, 007 had the assistance of 0031 with him,
just to make sure no one interfered and everything went smoothly. But it
hadn't gone all that well, as James had waited around in the corridor,
pretending to fix a light fitting, with his 'maintenance assistant!' They were
waiting for Glazkov to come out of his room on schedule to go down for dinner,
then things had gone wrong. Out of the penthouse suit had come Yu-jun, the
delightful petite oriental woman who was one of Glazkov 'secretaries.' As she
stepped out into the corridor she looked around, it was empty apart from the
hotel maintenance men further down the hallway.

Bond tried not to stare or pay the woman any attention, even if she did catch
the spy's eye. Yu-jun was a small, petite woman, mid 20's or so and a woman
who had a pure, pretty face. Her long dark hair was tied up and back, she wore
a pair of high heeled shoes and a nice tight fitting traditional green
oriental dress. The dress had various colourful flowers all over it and with a
long splint down each side, it gave her an appealing look. James liked it and
her a lot and found it just a little bit difficult to fully concentrate.

But as the woman now came over to him, he wondered if they'd been rumbled?
"You, boy what are you doing here?" 'Dame! He'd have to bluff his way out of
this,' James turned from the light fitting to face the woman who'd spoken to
him "we're ... ... " WHACK! Before he could get ' ... ... the maintenance men'
out the woman's leg had come up and around and slammed into the spy. James,
and 0031, had been caught out all right, whatever it was that had raised her
suspicions, this job had now been blown ... ... unless he could recover from
her strike and take care of this woman, WHACK!

But before Bond could do anything the small woman was onto 0031, he'd been
knelt down by the tool bag on the floor the whole time, trying to look like a
workman. He, 0031, had seen Bond get knocked back and although this was
shocking to see, the 'assistant' was going to have a go at this woman. He was
just pushing himself upwards when Yu-un had reached down grabbed 0031 by his
head twisted it and slammed Bonds unprepared assistant's head into the wall.
Knocking the ill prepared, unexperienced man out and sending him down to the
floor.

Now she could return to deal with Bond, James looked up from his colleague on
the floor and now caught sight of the woman's other leg as it came around and
she pounded her shoe into the side of the super spy's head. Sending Bond
staggering backwards, WHACK! SMACK! THUD!

A torrid series of blows and kicks followed and the man, the spy was sent
further down the corridor by each strike, until he fell back against the door
that lead the service maintenance stairwell. As Bond tried to clear his head
from the hard blows he'd just received he looked up and 'Oh!' The good looking
petite oriental woman was up in the air, she'd jumped, high, thrust her leg
out straight in front of her so her shoes and its high heel where now aimed at
James CRACK! OOOHHH! THUD!

James Bond went thundering backwards, through the door as the blow struck,
when Yu-jun's foot, her shoe had crashed into his chest and pounded the man.
007 went crashing backwards and then went over the railings and fell down onto
the next flight of stairs in the stairwell. It was a hard fall onto the
concrete stairs and one that hurt the man, seriously. But he had to think
fast, he was injured and even he knew he couldn't fight off the woman in this
stare. James dragged his broken body up and staggered to the nearest exit
door, almost falling into another hotel corridor. Then quickly, and more by
luck than anything else he found a laundry room to lock himself away in and
hide!

James had failed this time and it was much later when he finally came out of
that laundry room and got himself out of the hotel. But for now, 007 needed to
rest, heal and come up with another plan, another way of getting to Glazkov.
It was a couple of days later that 0031's broken body turned up in back of a
laundry delivery truck that had been to the hotel earlier that day, but well
after Glazkov had left it, of course. But Bond would have another chance to
take his man out, and soon.

Bond's second attempt was just as unsuccessful as the first and this time had
taken place on an island in the Caribbean. It was a simple enough plan, an
accident on the beach of a tropical paradise, involving the unforeseen
incident with a spear gun! What could go wrong?

James knew the island, it was a mixture of part private and public beaches.
Glazkov was on his own private part of the island away from the tourist hotels
and the local population. But he liked his scuba diving and the best place to
do that was off of the north beach, a beach that was open to the public, and
very popular with others scuba divers. So, it would be easy for Bond to melt
into the crowds and not be seen.

James arrived on the beach and made his way across it to the line of small
wooden jetties that had been built and grown over the years. There was a dozen
or so small boats moored up with a mixture of first time tourists, a couple of
locals and some more dedicated divers, all getting ready to head out into the
sea to enjoy their day. Bond found his boat, run by a local man, who was
really CIA and working with 007.

The two of them slowly checked their gear as they waited for Glazkov to turn
up and eventually he did. There was a high-powered rubber dingy one jetty down
form Bond where a tall man had been watching over the boat carefully. As
Glazkov turned up the two men got talking and Bond's target went through
checking his equipment. Everything seemed perfect and now was the time for 007
to make his move.

The plan was for James and his CIA man to move in close while his target
checked his gear, admire the boat, something like that. Get in real close,
around the man, talk to the man and shoot him up close with the spear gun,
drop it and cry for help calling everyone on the beach in to help, then slip
away. But not before telling everyone that Glazkov had fired 'his' gun off
accidently. That way sow the seeds of what happened with as many people as
possible to when the police arrived 'everyone' told the same story, that way
it had to be true!

But as Bond left his jetty to move across to Glazkov, he spotted a woman
making her way to the target, a good-looking woman, and one he recognised as
Isabella. She was Glazkov's other secretary, a young 20' something woman from
South America, and dressed for the beach in her bare feet and pair of tight
white shorts and a short top. The top was a Columbian football crop top, so
that might have given James an idea as to what part of South America she
actually came from. Her legs, midriff, with its pierced belly button, and arms
all on show and she looked good.

Before she got to Glazkov she stopped and looked across the jetties to where
James and his CIA man where about to make their move, now she rushed over to
Glazkov and pointed over to where the two would-be assassins stood. 'Shit!
Caught out, again!' "Quick back to the boat", James and his man rushed back to
their boat, the engine was already running, in case a quick getaway was
needed, and it was now. So before too many people could get suspicious and get
a good look at them, their escape was underway.

James was frustrated, at losing the clear opportunity they had had, but also
pleasured they got away with such little fuss. That was the moment when he
looked back and saw the woman, Isabella, running at some speed up the wooden
jetty and as the wooden platform ran out she jumped, 'My God!' The woman throw
herself through the air, she went up high, she was fast and, THUD! She landed
on Bonds boat!

The CIA man was steering the boat so hadn't seen this, but James had as she
came through the air, then landed on the boat and rolled across the floor,
straight towards ... ... WHACK! OOOOOOH! Isabella's roll had stopped just in
front of a shocked James, then she'd thrown her fist upwards straight into
Bond's groin, hurting the super spy and wrecking his chance of any bedroom
action for a while!

James shuddered, he froze for a second in agony, Isabella, who was still
squatting twisted herself around, then reached up and hooked her arm around
James head, as he was doubled over in pain, THUD! OOOWWW! She yanked downwards
with the arm around his head and spun Bond over, onto his back on the bottom
of the boat. At the same time, she kicked backwards and took the CIA's man's
leg away, dropping him to the floor. Isabella wasn't finished, she moved
forwards lifted her arm up and CRUNCH! ARRHHHH! She drove her elbow down hard
into 007's gut.

Just then the CIA man manged to get up and went for the woman, grabbing her
and there was a struggle, the pair dropped down onto James who was stunned and
now they all rolled around. The next thing was the small boat tripping over,
capsizing, all Bond could remember was dropping through the water, then
breaking up through the surface and gasping for breath. All he saw was some
splashing about as Isabella and the CIA man fought in the water as James
managed to swim towards the shore and get out. There was another chance to
take out Glazkov that had been lost, 'Dame!'

Two days later Bond found out that the body of CIA man had been washed up, it
had been cut to shreds as if sharks had been attacking him, only there hadn't
been any sighting of sharks for months, in these waters! He'd also found out
that Isabella was back on shore, she'd got back all OK and in one piece.
Bond's report had said that the CIA man must have somehow been recognised by
the woman and that was why the plan had failed!

It was the third attempt on Glazkov and by now Bond was getting somewhat
irritated with the whole situation, twice it'd gone wrong. The only thing he
could put it down to was the men who'd been assigned to help him, they must
have done something to get themselves noticed! Well that was what 007's report
said, so, this time he was going to do it all himself!

It was a simple enough plan, this next attempt at assignation, by accident,
took place in New York, the city that never sleeps, and all that. But it was a
city, no matter how hard you tried to clean it up, that had a dark, dirty and
dangerous side to it. And it was this low life side of the city that Bond
hoped would cover up his, successful, take down of Dmitry Glazkov! 007's
target was in the city for a few days, officially it was as part of his UN
role on business and the environment, another reason why a straight forward
shooting was not a good idea. A criminal, terrorist supporter he might be, but
he also worked with and for the UN, so a bullet to the head would be a
difficult political move to make.

The other, and real, reason that Glazkov was here was a meeting with one of
the Big Apple's largest criminal gangs to finalise a business arrangement with
them! Bond had figured out that if it was the 'gang that killed Glazkov' then
it might be bad for the UN but it would be alright for everyone else. So, all
007 had to do was to get the gang to somehow kill the man who was financing
their current, targeted, crime wave within the city, 'that should be easy!'

Bond found himself in a back-street bar, in a rough part of the city, Glazkov
was upstairs in a meeting with the local gang leader. All Bond needed to do
was find a way to get into that meeting, kill Glazkov and make it look like
the gang did it! That was all. The bar was full of dubious looking
'customers', all being served by an array of busty barmaids, and Bond was
trying to fit into all this.

He'd got talking to someone, one of the locals, the vodka martini had been
replaced by a beer and he was talking drugs to the man, so he was blending in
quite nicely. But then someone caught his eye, a woman, her name was Anneka,
James recognised her, she was tall, attractive, 35, but looked somewhat
younger, Scandinavian and she was Glazkov's wife. In fact, she was his third
wife and had come out through a door into the bar, the door lead up to the
meeting room and the two heavies that stood by it moved out the way to let the
woman pass.

She looked bored as she moved up to the bar, the men there moved out the way
and allowed her to get her drink. Bond noticed she had a strong air about her
and all those around her seemed to already know this, hence their keenness to
move out her way. She was dressed in white high heeled shoes, white trousers
and a white jacket, around the jackets cuff's and collar was an over the top
amount of grey fur lining. And with her long blond hair and sunglasses, yes
sunglasses indoors, she looked like a hideously over dressed, but quite
gorgeous, model on some photo shoot, or something like that.

The man that Bond was talking with was still going on about drugs and 007 was
saying yes to everything to shut him up so he could concentrate on the woman
... ... no, to concentrate on his mission. "so, you can get me these drugs
then?" Bond looked back at the man "what? Yes whatever, as many as you want."
He turned back to look at ... ... "you're under arrest!" "What!"

As a set of handcuffs were snapped on, Bond realised 'Shit, undercover cop, a
set up!' If he gets arrested and found out to be a secret service agent, that
wouldn't go down well with 'M!' 007 jumped up, pushed the undercover cop away,
but the handcuff where already on him 'Dame!' Two or three more undercover
cops also jumped up, there was shouts of "Police" whistles where blown, radios
came out, more cops appeared, people shouted, running around, chaos erupted.

James spun around only to see 'shit!' WHACK! OOHHHHH! Anneka was stood there
as Bond had turned around, she was close to him, too close, as her clenched
fist went driving into the man and send him staggering backwards. She wiped
off her sunglasses and James could see the hard look on her face, her eyes
burning into him as WHACK! UUUHHH! She brought her leg up and around, there
was a flash of white as her foot slammed into the side of his head knocking
the spy over and onto an abandoned table.

Still handcuffed Bond pushed himself up off the table as the riot inside the
bar stared to get worse, SMACK! Another flash of white as Anneka comes
spinning around and slams her foot into Bond's upper body, dragging the heel
of her shoe across his chest, ripping his shirt and cutting his flesh. 007
falls backwards, but before he fell to the ground he's caught by a busty blond
and buxom brunette barmaid, how nice. They both smiled at him and HUUUUHHH!
THUD! CRASH! The women throw the spy hard against the wall, well in fact it
was a fire door that, as he hit it, flung open and Bond was sent tumbling out
into cold, damp, dark night. Into the alleyway at the rear of the bar, where
all he could hear was sirens, as more police arrive to take control of the
situation.

Bond scrambles to his feet and stumbled down the alleyway and makes his
getaway, now, with all this, there was no chance of getting anywhere near to
Glazkov, 'Shit!' Another failed attempt, but why had Anneka gone for Bond, had
she recognised him, 'No that was silly, must just have been bad luck!'

There had now been three attempt by 007 to complete his current mission and
patients was growing thin with the people in charge. Glazkov needed to be
illuminated and so the target was given to a new agent ... ... New yes, but
not quite a 'real' secret service agent!

But even so this 'new agent' had done their homework and had a plan, it was a
simple enough plan, take out Glazkov while he was feeling safe in one of his
homes, simple. Do the deed in somewhere he felt safe and there were less eyes
watching him, looking out for him, so less chance of being caught out, all
because he was in a safe place!

So, on the day of the 'new agents' turn, Glazkov's 'bodyguards' wouldn't be
there, they were all busy, Yu-jun was taking part in some mixed martial arts
contest, 'mixed' as in she was fighting a man and 'contest' as in an
underground illegal betting match, fight, one where she was going to make a
'killing', one way or the other!

Isabella was also out, out on a date, with a nice rich man, he would wine and
dine her and then take her back to his place. Where she would then beat the
combination to his safe out of him and then rob him of all those precious
diamonds he had, and then beat him some more!

Anneka was currently flying to Switzerland to collect Dmitry's Son from
boarding school, but she would not return straight away. Anneka had booked a
nice, luxury, quiet hotel for the two of them to stay in while they 'got to
know each other, better!'

With a little homework done by the trainee and an understanding of where
everyone was going to be, today was the best chance of getting to Glazkov
while he was safe and secure at his home, and unprotected!

In the car that was parked outside the large old fashion building, the stylish
apartment block where Glazkov lived, James was annoyed, angry and frustrated.
Not only with himself, for not getting his latest mission done and over with,
a simple assassination of all things, but also with his superiors who seemed
to have lost faith in the famous 007 and replaced him on this mission with ...
... !

With a girl! Not a woman, a girl and not even a real spy, like him, 'God knows
what the world was coming too?' As Bond sat in childish silence in the rear of
the car, in the front was an attractive woman, a real agent, sat in the
driver's side, she was giving the 'trainee' agent a last-minute brief. A
moment later and the 'trainee' was out of the car making her way across the
road to the large, plush apartment building. The driver, the real agent, was
to be the accessor in all this, she looked on and had a feeling that this
trainee would prove to be quite good at all this!

The trainee, the girl, made her way towards the door at the side that lead to
the private elevator and then up to the luxury apartment at the top of the
building, this was where Dmitry Glazkov called home. At the doors to elevator
where the normal two heavies dressed in their ill-fitting suits and
sunglasses, they saw the girl approach and both men smiled. With the 'other'
ladies away the arrival of a sweet looking girl for their boss was not an
uncommon occurrence, something that this little girl also knew!

The two heavies smiled, nodded and held open the doors to allow the girl
entrance, which only irritated Bond some more as he was still in the back of
the car watching as the trainee now went inside. When she was inside, out of
sight, Bond got out the car, he might not be taking Glazkov out, but he still
had a role to play in all this, he was now the girls assistant!

As the elevator reached the top floor she quickly sorted herself out and
knocked on the thick, solid, secure door to Glazkov's apartment. There was a
moments silence then the sound of bolts being pulled back and keys turning and
the door was slowly opened. After all this man knew something was up after the
recent 'incidents' that had happened around him. So, he was a bit careful,
even when at home, but as he pulled back on the door and saw who was on the
other side, Dmitry smiled.

The man smiled at the girl, who grinned back, she was pretty, young and
dressed just the way he liked, he pushed the door open fully and waved his arm
back to invite her inside. As she walked passed him he gave her a good look
over, and liked what he saw, the pair of black buckled high heeled shoes, that
gave her some extra height and made her taller, but not as tall as him. Then
she had on the long white socking's that went way up, half way up her thighs
in fact and where clearly seen due to her short tartan skirt. Up further was
her bare midriff, then her white blouse that was rolled up and tied up high
just under her full breasts.

The sleeves of her blouse where also rolled up to give her a scruffy look, a
schoolgirl with a brash look, 'yes he liked that!' Her face was young and
pretty with her longish fair hair again unkempt and very sexy to him. Even her
pigtails looked as if they had been done in a rush and with little care, and
her blue eyes where full of attitude, with his wife and 'secretaries' away he
was going to enjoy this! Mind you he was also sure that his ladies would also
like this one, but that would be for another day.

The brash schoolgirl, the trainee also took her opportunity to eye up the man,
but for a different reason, he was tall, mid 40's or so, and by the looks of
him he'd had a hard like. His face was rugged and wore but not too bad, for a
man. He seemed fit, strong, the kind of man that could look after himself, if
he needed to!

Glazkov closed the door and joined the girl who had walked into the living
room, she turned around to look at him as he walked up to her, and again there
was that smile, grin, on his face. He got in close to her, put his hands on
her, on the soft flesh of her midriff. She felt good he was glad he'd order a
girl for that afternoon, but just as he was about to lean in and kiss her ...
... 'wait, what? I didn't get around to ordering anyone yet?'

As the girl's arms came up around his neck, he looked deep into her eyes,
there was something there, and he had a sudden realisation that 'he'd hadn't
actually ordered a girl yet, so why was this one here?' ... ... . WHACK!
OOOOWWWW!

The schoolgirl, the trainee assassin, the apprentice spy, drove her knee up
hard and fast into the man's groin, 'God that hurt!' WHACK! Another strike and
it felt even worse, and with her hands clasped together still around his neck
the schoolgirl twisted herself around, Dmitry was in too much pain to stop the
girl and she slipped around him so now her back was against his back. But with
her hands up and behind her, still around his neck, but now with her hands
grasping his neck, pushing against his throat, Suddenly the schoolgirl lurched
forward and dropped downwards. As they were back to back, and with her hands
around his neck and throat, Dmitry was hauled up off his feet and flung
backwards, flipped back over the schoolgirl as she sent him flying.

The pain from the first two knocks was bad enough but then to have that
violent jolt against his throat and to be flung, backwards and over, turned
upside down and dumped on his arse on the floor! The big man, the hard man,
the man of note and the man to be feared was angry, he was ... ... CRACK!
OOOUUUHHH! The girl had seen the look on his face and decide her shoe needed
to take that look away, which it did, quite succssefully.

Dmitry was now lying on his back on the floor holding his hurt face from the
stinging blow had cut across his face and cut his lip. He wiped the blood away
and looked at the back of his hand, 'No one does this to Dmitry Glazkov!' He
thrusted himself up off of the floor and back onto his feet, 'whoever this
schoolgirl was, whoever she was working for, she was dead!' He went for the
girl, the big, board men, pulled back his arm and let loose with his fist at
the girl, a move, a punch that took the man back to the old days when he used
to box in the back alleys of his home town.

But as all good schoolgirls do, she had done her homework, knew all about him,
not just about where he lives and those around him, but she knew about 'the
man', his past, his life. She knew he liked to use his fist, in that old
boxing style, so she was ready for this. As his clenched hand came her way she
stood there, she was an easy target for him. But then just at the right moment
she moved. She spun around and around, twirling out of his line of fire and to
the side SMACK! OOOOHHHH!

As he flung his fist at the girl she had disappeared, twirled like a ballerina
out the way and his fist had hit nothing but air! As she'd come around her leg
went up and caught the man in the back of his head. It was a hard blow, one
that sent a cold, tingling, sharp pain seething through his head, with missing
his target and getting hit from behind Dmitry now staggered and tumbled
forward. He went down onto one knee, another painful jolt and then fell
against the coffee table that was there, the only thing that saved him from
dropping completely to the floor. AARRRHHH!

But before he could do anything, even get a couple of thoughts together the
schoolgirl was onto him again. She grabbed him, a handful of hair in one hand
as she ripped his head and him up onto his knees and pulled his head back,
then HUUUUHHH! She stood next to him on one leg and with the other she hooked
it back so it was around his neck, his throat now nestled in the back of her
knee. Still holding onto his head, she yanked his head further backwards so he
looked up at her.

It was a strange position for the man to be in, held like this by a schoolgirl
with her leg around his necks, as he looked up her, her expression was cold,
but with the slightest hint of a smirk. As if she was enjoying his
predicament, then SMACK! Her free hand came around and popped him one, her
clenched fist right on his nose, making him shudder and then jolt as the next
blow came down on the bridge of his nose. Her knuckles made a crunching sound
as they hit him, his eyes closed tight as it all stung and then his head went
backwards as the girl's leg dragged his head, and body, down to the floor.

Forced down to the floor, his head throbbing and still not knowing what the
hell this was all about or who this 'girl' was, but he knew he had to take
charge. Had to get up onto his feet and then smack this so-called schoolgirl
before she ... ... THUD! SMACK!

There was a sudden blow to his chest as the girl rolled over and came down on
him, dropping her knee into his chest and pinning him down on his back, this
was flowed by a harsh slap across his face. The stinging sensation taking his
mind off the feeling of blood blocking his nose, just for a moment, then,
WHACK! CRACK! OOOHHHH! Now the girl followed up with not just simple slaps,
but punches, fists came down and struck the man, his face became her punchbag.
A fist or two back down on his nose to shock him and make him judder, then a
hard blow to each side of his head, clenched fists into his temples to stun
the man and mess his head up even more. This was then followed up with a
torrid session of slaps, fists, and a few well aimed knees to the rest of his
face, head and upper body.

Too stunned and disorientated to know exactly what the hell was going on he
lay there a jiggering, jolting mess, being hammered by a schoolgirl! With the
man confused, battered and incapable of thinking straight the schoolgirl
rolled off of him and back onto her feet. She strolled over to the double
windows that lead out to the small balcony. She looked out and over the
railings, smiled and went back inside, now she 'helped' the man back up onto
his unsure feet, his legs gave a little wobble. She took his arm and spun
Dmitry around, around and around, even more disorientated she let go and flung
the man towards the open doors and the balcony.

He stumbled and tumbled through the open doors and fell against the metal
railings around the edge of the balcony. Somehow in that moment of nearly
going over Dmitry's head cleared very quickly and he knew exactly what was
going on. 'She was going to ... ... !" His head came up, his eyes opened and
he saw the schoolgirl there in front of him 'Shit!' WHACK! She stood there
quite relaxed and with little effort her leg shot forward and up, her shoe
drove into the bottom of his jaw and the man was taken off his feet, up into
the air and over those railings.

Dmitry flew over the balcony rail and then fell down, through the air, from
the top floor of the apartment building and CRASH! THUD! Straight into the
large bin on wheels that Bond had placed there, ready to catch the falling
man! It was a great shot, Bond had placed the bin in exactly the right spot
the schoolgirl had said and she was very pleased with her aim, and the fact
that all her maths calculation were all correct. The bin had been filled with
various sharp, blunt, hard object, which all added to disguising any injuries
that the schoolgirl might have inflicted, so it all looked like a real
'accident.'

Mission all completed, the schoolgirl now left the apartment, the heavies at
the bottom of the elevator just admired her firm arse as she walked away and
then went back to the duties of guarding the door. It would be some time
before anyone noticed Dmitry Glazkov was missing and even later when they
found his body in the bin after his tragic accident of falling over the
balcony railings!

But for now, the schoolgirl was very pleased with herself having completed her
very first 'mission!' She opened the passages door and got back in the car,
Bond was back in the rear and not looking any happier, even if Glazkov had now
been eliminated. The girl got in, and her assessor, Ms Goodnight, or 0038,
which also matched her bust size, smiled. The schoolgirl liked her assessor,
the woman was 30, brunette, attractive and dressed very smartly, in her dark
business suit and white blouse, smart glasses and long dark hair tied back in
a ponytail. The schoolgirl liked her a lot.

The woman, 0038 and the schoolgirl looked at each other, there was a moments
pause, then they leaned across to each other and kissed. Well the girl had
been promised something special if she did a good job, and she had! As they
had their girly kiss, Bond huffed and puffed in the back of the car, he was
missing out on the action again. The kiss carried on and the schoolgirl
slipped her hand in-between the woman's jacket and up onto one of agent 0038,
38's and gave it a delightful squeeze.

The woman didn't mind at all, after all the schoolgirl did deserve a bit of a
treat, and she had passed this assessment with flying colours. 0038's report
would be very favourable towards the girl, she'd proved to be a very capable
schoolgirl assassin and there was a recruitment drive for 00 agents at the
moment. The latest agent to have been recruited was agent 0068, who had just
been assigned as a full agent, the assessor knew this schoolgirl assassin
would easy fill that next position, that next number and be that next agent in
the organisation.

Ms Goodnight and the schoolgirl finished their kiss and Bond was told to get
out and handed an envelope with instruction for a low-level mission in Outer
Mongolia. Then the car drove off with just the woman and the girl in it. All
0038 had to do was put the girl through one last assessment, this would be for
Ms Goodnight's eyes only, the schoolgirl was excited and hoping that the spy
would love her and that 0038 had a licence to thrill ... ... !