Equestria Is Not Enough

"Good morning 007," said a cheery voice from a desk, her aging but beautiful face giving James Bond his usual confidence when he was about to go into the belly of the beast.

"Good morning Moneypenny," replied James, leaning in closer to her, "After this meeting, let's say we go out for dinner. My treat."

Moneypenny let out a laugh, "Oh, James, that would be great, but you should know you never keep your promises."

"Hundred times a charm," Bond shot back, entering the room of his superior, M.

When he sat down, the cold, dead eyes of M stared into him. His emotionless face hit home to Bond that it wasn't a social visit. "I hope you know why you're here 007."

"I guess it's not for a social visit," he answered, reaching for the whiskey on the table and poured himself a drink.

"We have suspect to believe Ernst Stavro Blofeld is back," informed M.

"So he decided to crawl out of hell?" Asked Bond, taking a sip of his drink, the burning of his throat from the alcohol not even phasing him anymore.

"The CIA has agreed to help us with this operation, so you will be joining with Felix Leiter on this," explained M.

"I see," Bond narrowed his eyes, "Where’s Blofeld?"

"Blofeld's base has been sighted in Nigeria. Before meeting up with Felix at the airport, I recommend going to Q branch. They say they have some new toys you could use on this mission."

Bond stood up from his chair and made his way to the door, but before he could leave, M stopped him, "Oh, and 007?"

James turned to M, "Try not to turn this into a vendetta mission."

Bond smiled, "Understood."

What Bond had saw when he entered Q labs was strange to say the least, but not abnormal. Scientists running back and forth testing equipment and typing it down on their computers. He also could've sworn he had seen a tube if silly putty engulf a man.  When he saw an old man with aged white hair and a grey suit approach him, James began to walk towards him.

"I trust you had a good morning 007?" asked the old man.

"I did Q," responded James, following the man to a nearby white table, covered to the edge with gadgets of all kinds.

Q handed Bond a manilla folder, "This contains your passport to Nigeria. Now this," He handed James a miniature black box, "Is a computer decrypter. It will allow you to decrypt almost any computer in the world with a simple code."

"What's the code?" asked Bond, fiddling with the box, before being stopped by Q.

"A code that not even you can mess up!" answered Q with dignity, handing Bond another gadget, this time it taking the shape of a small circle, "These are Songbird Detonators. Much like the nerve gas I once gave you, they respond to a certain whistle that you make up. Give it a try."

Bond brought the Songbird Detonators up to his face and whistled. They blinked twice but then did nothing. "If you whistle what you whistled, the detonators should, well, detonate." Q explained, taking the explosives from James' childish hands and showed him some onyx black clothes, "This is the last gadget I'm letting you have. It's a new camo suit I have designed for you. It can blend into any environment you wish to hide in. The only draw back is that you can only use it in short intervals of ten minutes at a time. After ten minutes, your camo will disappear, leaving you with your black clothes along with a three minute cool down time. "

James grabbed the clothes and smiled, "Thanks, Q."

Q looked at Bond uneasily, "Now I must insist that you bring most of the equipment in one piece, 007."

Bond let out a laugh, "Don't worry Q, I will. Have I ever let you down?"

"Frequently," answered Q, shoving James off so he can make the flight on time.

"Do you see anyone?"

James Bond lowered his binoculars and turned to his friend Felix Leiter. "No. The coast is clear."

Bond dropped down a nearby ledge and Feilix followed suit, checking their weapons as they made their way toward the base. Bond pulled out his P99 pistol and slowly opened a nearby door into the base. Inside the room was a computer, it's password easily cracked with a few button presses from the decrypter, and across from it was a calender. Bond inspected the calender:

Monday

Tuesday

Wednesday

Thursday

Friday- Test fire at 6:00

Felix looked at the computer, and it too, said the same thing. A test fire in one hour. The weapon was ready and all it needed was a target. "James!" He called, "The computer says the test fire is being held in a hangar!"

"Then let's go!" Yelled Bond. This time he wasn't going to escape.

Inside the hangar, all was quiet. Not a single man or woman dared to make a noise, scared of the consequences that would surely follow. To say they were afraid of their boss was an understatement. Every soul in the base was terrified of No.1. His menacing expressions, his petrifying gestures, and his cruel laugh added on to their beliefs. Everyone would have called him insane if it was not for the death penalty keeping them from saying it.

The sound of feet on metal stairs echoed across the hangar, and then a man stood above everyone else on the catwalk. The man's long, white beard covered a bit of brown shirt and khaki pants. No one has ever seen his eyes, due to them being covered by shades. The man in question was No.1.

"Ladies and Gentlemen," No. 1 began, "We are gathered here to witness the launch and firing of my Devastating International Space Cannon Of Radical Destruction, or the DISCORD!"

Cheers of happiness began to escalate until No.1 resumed his speech, "We will be testing DISCORD on England for the hopes of..."

Bond turned from the speech and walked towards Felix, "We have about five, maybe six minutes to place the charges while he's doing his speech. If we succeed, DISCORD will be gone, along with that bastard Blofeld!"

"You place the charges, I'll distract Blofeld," Felix said, raising his M4A1.

Bond quietly moved past the crowd of cheering soldiers and Blofeld's cold gaze and made his way towards DISCORD. The weapon seemed to be made out of some heat resistant metal. It was also armed with four bombs and a cannon, Bond placing a Songbird Detonator on each of the bombs. The cannon seemed to be a microwave cannon, shooting out radiation on unexpected victims when it goes up in orbit. He place two of the detonators on the cannon and contacted Felix, "Felix, I have finished putting up the charges."

Silence was his answer. He tried again, "Felix, respond."

The radio crackled to life and soon a deep voice came out of it, "Hello, Mr. Bond."

"Blofeld," Bond growled.

"Approach the catwalk. Now!" Blofeld commanded. Bond gasped. Felix was on the catwalk next to Blofeld, a gun pointed at his head. "We found someone that belongs to you," Blofeld said, "Drop the detonator and he'll live."

Bond let out a cruel smile and a dark laugh, and within a minute he let out a whistle. Blofeld let out a cruel laugh matching Bond's, "Suit yourself."

Soon, the hangar began to rock, causing Blofeld to drop his pistol. That gave Felix enough time to jump down and for Bond to reach the catwalk. The rivals glared at each other before charging one another. Bond uppercutted Blofeld to the ground and held him up with his collar, his fist raised.

"Come on James! We need to go!" Felix yelled.

"Go on without me!" Bond called back, "I'll take care of Blofeld! He's not escaping this time!" Another punch to Blofeld's face and he fell to the catwalk's floor, almost coughing up blood by the force of the hit.

Blofeld, all bruised and bloodied up, stared at James, "Well Mr. Bond, this is it," he got up and balled his hands into fists. Around them the base was being torn apart by the flames that licked at everything they touched. Blofeld's underlings had no other choice but to flee from it, not wanting to become spit-roasted.

"This is the end of the line for the both of us," Bond replied, getting ready for another assault against Blofeld. James pulled out is P99 and fired as fast as he could, only one or two bullets actually hitting Blofeld in the arm. He fell back down on the catwalk in agony, clenching one of his arms with the other. Bond began to slow make his way to Blofeld, firing shots around him as he did. Blofeld started feeling around the metal walkway the two rivals were on, trying to find his weapon. When he did, he swung it over to Bond and fired, the bullet hitting him in the chest.

James screamed in pain but held his ground as he grabbed Blofeld once more by the collar, and dangled him below the catwalk. "Why are you doing this Bond? For queen and country? I can make you the new number two you know, and I could give you billions of dollars," Blofeld bartered.

"You think I'm doing this for my country?" Bond let out the darkest laugh he could muster, "No, Blofeld; this is for something far greater than that or anything else!"

He let go of Blofeld's collar and watched him fall into the flames below, accompanied by a long scream. He began to try to find any escape route, but came out empty handed. He figured that this place was going to blow any minute, and he was going down with it. James tilted his head up to the ceiling and closed his eyes. Don't worry Tracy. This time, we'll have all the time in the world.

Felix looked onward to the Nigerian base and saw it collapse on itself, taking Blofeld and his best friend with it. He brought up his radio, "Get me MI6. Tell them Bond has been killed in action."