A Fun Idea...

[BeauButabi]

There's a cool idea I've had for a while now, and was wondering if it would amuse any of you. I got the idea from another message board where a member wrote a story featuring all the other board members in the theme of the message board. In this case, it was a Friday the 13th message board, so the story was a horror movie themed story with all the regulars of the board as characters. I myself started to write a "Cinescape Bond Forum" story some months ago, but never got past a few pages. But thought maybe I could try again with more input from all of you. I'll post what I did write so you can get the idea of what I'm talking about.

What I was planning it to be about was that we are an organization finding out information on who the new Bond actor is going to be for Casino Royale (I wrote this about a week before Craig was announced, which is partly why I stopped; the other part was laziness). EoN Productions was going to be the evil organization out to ruin the Bond series, lead by Michael Wilson and Barbara Brocolli, and I was going to put a spoof of Return of the Jedi in it, with Barbara Brocolli electrcuting me with lightning from her fingers and Michael Wilson turning good and throwing her down a shaft, saving me. I think I had more planned out in my head, but can't remember, but anyways, here's what I had so far. (NOTE: I was still known as Rudy Duncan and Dalton's Chin Dimple was still known as Jizz Master Flunk at the time I wrote this):

[BeauButabi]

Rudy Duncan made his way through the air duct systems of Sony Productions. He was running late with his rendezvous with the double agent. Kara would have his ass if he missed this opportunity. Six hours earlier, CI6, Cinescape Intelligence, had got the message from a mole in Sony headquarters with promise of highly classified information concerning the next Bond film, Casino Royale. Kara Milovy, head of CI6, knew full well it was a trap. For what reason she did not know, but knew she couldn’t possibly pass it up. Sending in her best agent, Duncan, was the only conceivable operation to intercept this information.
Duncan came to a vent. This was the one. He took out a mini screw driver, unscrewed the bolts, and let the vent flap open. He listened. Nothing. He stuck his legs through the opening and let himself drop to the floor of a stairwell. Immediately he saw Andre stick his head around the next flight of steps. He walked down to Duncan.
“You’re late,” Andre complained.
“Had to stop in the bathroom,” Duncan witted back. Andre looked at him funny for a moment, as if he was trying to figure out how Duncan could have found a bathroom in the air ducts. Duncan smirked when he saw the look on Andre’s face when he came to the conclusion Duncan was just being a smart ass.
“Here’s a disc with all the information you’ll want.” Andre pulled a CD out of his overcoat and handed it to Duncan.
“And my escape route?” Duncan said. Andre was already pulling out a Sony I.D. badge from the other pocket of his overcoat.
“You can use this to walk out of here through the main lobby. No one will ask you any questions.” Duncan took it and hooked it onto his shirt. Andre turned and walked back up the stairwell without saying anything more. Kara probably told him not to waste her best agent’s time, Duncan though. He put the disc in his pocket and went for the closest door. There was a corridor that led right and left. A sign on the wall pointed the direction to the elevators. He followed and took an elevator to the lobby floor.
Duncan always got a thrill after jobs like this. Spending a half hour crawling through air ducts undetected, getting the information from a mole, then walking out the front door with a forged I.D., there was no sweeter feeling in the world.
He saw a black BMW further down the street, and saw the face of Uncle Agent behind the wheel. He spotted Duncan right away, started the engine, waited for Duncan to get in the passenger seat, and then drove off. The job couldn’t have gone smoother.

Andre parked his car in one of the empty spaces near the bunker’s entrance. At the door, he punched in the code of the month into the keypad. It opened with a hiss of air and closed behind him once he stepped in. A corridor with florescent lighting, and another security checkpoint about 30 yards down, this one a retina scan. He walked into the main control room, and headed into the back, where the boss’ office was.
The door opened right when he was about to knock.
“Come in, Andre,” said the voice. “Please, sit down. Coffee?”
“No thanks, boss,” relied Andre. The face of the boss was in shadow. The boss liked to evoke that kind of sinister impression upon his men. “Everything went just right, boss. Both CI6 and Sony, without their knowledge, are now working for us.”
“Good, Andre.”
There was an uncomfortable silence then. The boss kept rocking back and forth in his chair. Andre started to think; all he needs now is a white cat…
“You’ve done a good job, Andre,” continued the boss. “Why don’t you take a few days off, you deserve it.”
“Thank you, boss.” Andre had to keep control of his voice, control the volume.
“I’ll have the company helicopter fly you out.”
“Thanks you, boss.” Andre was relieved the boss seemed pleased. The boss pushed a button, and two men in flight suits came in.
“See that Andre is taken car of,” the boss said to the pilots. The pilots nodded and directed a relived Andre out of the room.
A minute or two after they had left, the boss got out of his chair and walked to a cabinet on the wall. He pressed a hidden button on the side, and it lifted up to reveal computer equipment and a monitor. He switched on the monitor, and up came an image of the helicopter which contained Andre, and it flying away to the south. He waited a few moments, and then pressed a red button. The helicopter on screen caught flame and exploded, falling to the ground in a rain of fire and shrapnel. He then spoke into an intercom.
“Notify next of kin, there has been a terrible accident.” Michael G. Wilson, co-head of Eon Productions, sat back down in his chair, and laughed.

Leiter CIA put the CD into the hard drive. He was in a very excited mood. Every since Duncan came up with this theory of Eon’s conspiracy, Leiter had been more than supportive. “This could be great Rudy,” Leiter was saying. “If your right about Mikey and Babs wanting to destroy the Bond series for some evil reason, this could be the start of some hard evidence.”
“Yeah, well, it could be something, but it could be nothing,” Duncan said.
“Are you kidding Rudy? This could be ground breaking. The producers of the most successful movie franchise of cinema history, wanting to destroy everything they built up to for no apparent reason. It’s gold!” Leiter ended on a high note.
“That’s just it,” Duncan explained, “there doesn’t seem to a reason to all this madness.”
“Believe me Rudy, it’s a good hunch, it’s just too bad the evil queen of numbers won’t let you play it.”
Rudy’s face winced and Leiter knew immediately. He swiveled his chair, and standing there was head of CI6, Kara Milovy. “You were saying…” Kara said.
“I was just, uh, just, uh…” Leiter stammered.
“Good, ‘cause if I want sarcasm I’ll talk to my children, thank you very much.” Kara let the moment stand for a second. “What have we got here?” Kara turned her attention to the computer in front of Leiter. Duncan and Leiter also returned their attention to the computer screen with the disc’s information now displayed.
Leiter studied the screen for a moment. “It appears to be all the information surrounding all aspects of the production of Casino Royale.” He paused for a moment and skimmed over some of the information. “My god, Flemming must be rolling in his grave.”
“Indeed,” Kara said. “Duncan, I want to send you in, undercover.”
“Send me in where?” Duncan asked.
“Eon.” Leiter looked up form the screen. “You’ll have to find out the reason for all this madness. Don’t worry; I’ll have Uncle Agent watching over you if this turns sour. I’ll also call Jizz Master Flunk out from India.”
“Okay,” was all Duncan could say. It was a risky mission. If they found out a Ciner was posing as an Eon worker, there’s no telling what they would do to him.
“You leave in the morning, Duncan.”