THUNDERJILLY

Sequel to Goldjilly and From Langland With Love

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As machine gun fire tore into the overturned jeep, Bond dropped and rolled just being missed. He came up with a machine pistol and killed two soldiers running towards him. Then he scrambled away as the gas tank in the jeep exploded. Looking around he saw Sergei with half his head gone. So long, friend, James thought. Most of the rest of his team were dead too and Carreras's soldiers were closing in on him. He still had to get to the control room and abort the satellite launch. Bond rose up and shot three more soldiers but there were plenty more and the explosions continued around him. He really didn't know how he was going to do this. Bond just began running across the open toward the building with the controls.

"Arrgghh!" he grunted as he felt a bullet tear into his leg and he went down.

"Don't kill him. I want him!" a cruel voice ordered as he felt the machine pistol torn from his grasp. He was pulled roughly to his feet. Carreras swaggered up in his fatigue uniform and kicked the agent in his wounded leg. "Pig! Your days are over! You can't stop the launch, Bond!"

The intelligence Bond had been provided to plan the strike had been badly flawed and he tended to agree with the repulsive little megalomaniac but something caught his eye. He just said, "Oh," and nodded behind the strutting dictator. Carreras sneered and turned.

His National Guard had stopped Bond's infiltrators all right, but as he watched helicopters were coming in fast and low. Black unmarked helicopters, not belonging to his air force. "Bastard!" he said through gritted teeth.

"You've got company, it seems," Bond said conversationally.

Carreras began shouting orders in Spanish as the attack choppers began firing missiles into his compound. He looked back with hatred at Bond. "This won't save YOU!" He reached for the big old fashioned .45 he wore in a holster. Bullets from overhead rained down and his men who weren't killed took off running.

"Cowards!" Carreras screamed and shot Bond again in his other leg, and then shot the men who had released Bond to flee in the back. He began firing at the helicopters, and Bond saw one of them crash. Bond hadn't realized Carreras was that kind of marksman. A helicopter swooped down and a figure in black with a full face helmet just leapt out of it and came running at them, weaving and jumping to avoid Carreras as he emptied his pistol.

Baring his teeth, the generalisimo slammed another clip in and brought his gun back to bear on Bond who was on the ground helpless. His gun along with his hand dropped to the ground and he began to curse hysterically. James Bond looked back at the blackclad figure who reattached the chakram to her belt. The agent crawled to reach a machine gun underneath one of the dead soldiers. Carreras tried retrieving his pistol with his remaining hand but went down as the black figure came flying at him feet first, then picked the gun up and came to Bond and knelt beside him just as he managed to get the machine gun from under the dead soldier. Other men with helmets and dressed in black were also on the ground now, fighting Carreras's National Guard.

The figure pulled the helmet off, revealing blonde hair. "God, I hate those things! Make me claustrophobic," she said. She kept her gun trained on Carreras's moaning figure though she was examining Bond's wounded legs.

"Thanks, Jilly," he said through his pain. "This is unexpected."

"Anytime, Bond."

The agent fired a burst, killing a soldier who was about to shoot some of the black clad arrivals who were tangled in their parachutes.

"Call me, James."

The little blonde smiled, "Here comes my better half...James." She held her hand up like she was looking a wristwatch and said, "Med Evac One, come to coordinates 6566." She began tying tourniquets around Bond's legs.

A helicopter touched down and a slender figure also in black but helmetless and unarmed climbed out and came over. He glanced at Jilly and Bond but went to stand over Carreras who was hunched over and holding his bleeding stump.

"Juan, Juan....I thought we went over all this in Geneva. What happened?"

Carreras looked up at him, his pockmarked face shiny with sweat. "Langland! Fucking Langland! You and that crazy punta! Fuck you both!"

The slender man ran his hand through his brown hair. "Yes, well, I understand you being upset. But this is your own doing, Juan."

James Bond called over, "Hate to be a bother, but the satellite?"

Langland looked over at him just as there was a rumbling roar and they looked and saw a tail of flame head into the sky. Carreras laughed but Langland took something from a pocket and pointed at the rocket. It exploded.

"Fucking Langland!" Carreras cursed.

"You shoulda let me kill that asshole back when I wanted to," Jilly said.

"That seemed a bit extreme for preferring his mother's paella to your's, Jilly. But in retrospect, I wish I had." Langland said with a shake of his head. He looked back at Carreras's crouching form. "You killed some of Jilly's people, Juan. That's why I'm doing it this way." He flicked a hand at the man.

As Bond watched Carreras began screaming and flopping around. Langland didn't even look at him, just sauntering back over to stand beside Jilly who nodded at him. He looked at James Bond. "You're welcome."

Carreras's body was still screaming and twitching even as it slowly dissolved. Bond shuddered and looked up at the too handsome face looking earnestly down at him. "Thanks, Langland. Why?"

Langland said, "Well, 007, Juan's misguided plan would have hurt everybody. For some short term gain in his own status he wanted to start a war. Bad for business."

"Not like your plan to murder hundreds of millions of innocent people in Africa," James Bond said.

"Exactly, Mr. Bond, though you are being sarcastic. You presented it to Jilly as if I were a monster, but in the long run I think people would have been better off--maybe not in Africa but on a global scale. Water under the bridge since Jilly didn't want me to go through with it, thanks to you. Juan just wanted to see his picture on magazine covers and to put a statue of himself on the White House lawn." He reached over and squeezed Jilly's hand. "I have to get back to Stockholm, Jilly. This might be my only chance to talk to Hawking. I'll see you later."

Langland smiled pleasantly at James Bond and walked back over to the helicopter which rose into the sky just as the med evac chopper Jilly had sent for landed.

"Jilly..." he said then stopped. What could he say? He didn't even know his own feelings. She looked at him. James Bond thought he saw disappointment in her mad brown eyes but she shook her head with a slight smile. As Bond was being loaded on, he saw Jilly pull her helmet back on and run to take command of the fighting that was still going on.

THE END

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