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*does the little finger thing, camera zoom* one MILLION dollars
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# ? Nov 15, 2020 10:58 |
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# ? May 30, 2024 01:52 |
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That neither of them are expecting him to pay? How does any of this make sense? Weird prediction time: this dude is actually just super dumb and being manipulated by SPECTRE without knowing it, the mangled person is a person from Bond’s past that he can’t recognize, and may or may not be a woman
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# ? Nov 16, 2020 02:15 |
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I read this one decades ago, and remembered very little about it, just the tiny little tell of the SPECTRE chief. I’ve been waiting through the entire post-Fleming read for this one, if only because even as a 12 year old this seemed so incredibly stupid.
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# ? Nov 16, 2020 02:21 |
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Oberndorf posted:I read this one decades ago, and remembered very little about it, just the tiny little tell of the SPECTRE chief. I’ve been waiting through the entire post-Fleming read for this one, if only because even as a 12 year old this seemed so incredibly stupid. Same; I read this when I was barely into double digits too, and even then I found the SPECTRE leader's tragic backstory utterly hilarious.
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# ? Nov 16, 2020 04:36 |
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I'm getting excited to learn who it is now Was it... the cat all along?
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# ? Nov 16, 2020 20:19 |
https://twitter.com/the00files/status/1329801684462219266
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# ? Nov 20, 2020 19:01 |
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Sixteen?!? Yikes.
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# ? Nov 20, 2020 20:13 |
Chapter 13: Tour de Forcequote:‘What the hell can we do now?’ Cedar said, cheerfully waving farewell to the Bismaquers and Walter Luxor from the Saab. As if it would stop you idiots from trying! quote:Bond brought the Saab close to the tail of the pick-up, crowding the driver, as they turned on to the main arterial highway which crossed the ranch. They could, of course, follow him, go back to the cabins and then take their chances on the open roads in the Saab. But there was little doubt in Bond’s mind that the guide with the pick-up would stay for stake-out duty. "I'm eager for violence!" quote:They turned off the highway, heading towards the knoll — about four miles to go. Get him in the trees, thought Bond, reaching down to press another of the buttons on the dashboard which released the Nitefinder glasses he always carried. Surely the man in the truck will have no radio to report Bond speeding around with his lights off! quote:‘He’ll be putting on speed now, trying to catch us,’ Bond said. ‘Hold tight.’ Without slowing noticeably, he stood on the brakes, changing down and wrenching at the wheel. The Saab went into a neatly controlled skid, and Bond, changing down for a second time, turned the car right around so that it now faced back along the road. Great plan, Bond. You need the truck intact and undamaged, so you force the driver to crash! quote:‘Hell,’ Bond shouted, ripping the Nitefinder set from his head. ‘Stay where you are,’ he yelled at Cedar, as he grabbed his flashlight, slid the VP70 automatic from its holster, and jumping from the Saab, raced to the van. He was working for the bad guys, so I guess Bond just has to hope he was secretly a rapist or something instead of a poor rent-a-cop with a family! quote:The dead driver was in Bismaquer Security livery, and as Bond heaved the body from the truck, his mental reservations were tempered by the fact that a large Smith & Wesson .44 Magnum — the Model 29, Bond thought — hung, holstered, on his hip. In all probability he had been right: the security man was a watchdog as well as a guide. The Smith & Wesson Model 29 was the originator of the .44 Magnum cartridge in 1955, which briefly bestowed upon it the status of "most powerful handgun in the world"; Dirty Harry Callahan would be off by a few years, as rounds like the .454 Casull had already been developed by the time he said the line in 1971, but it was still a beefy boi. That film singlehandedly turned what was a niche handgun into a phenomenon. They flew off the shelves so fast that they went out of stock everywhere....and then were promptly returned by many first-time shooters who hadn't realized just what shooting a .44 Magnum felt like. This isn't the first appearance of the revolver in Bond's hands, though! The film adaptation of Live and Let Die, coming just two years off Dirty Harry, equipped Bond with a nickel-plated Model 29 with a 6-inch barrel for the San Monique action setpiece that would replace the Jamaica infiltration of the original novel. Bond unfortunately seems to have not brought any spare ammo, as after 6 shots the gun is no longer used. This attempt to modernize (or perhaps "Americanize") Bond with magnum revolvers would not last beyond this film, and he would continue using his PPK almost exclusively. quote:Bond pushed the body off the track, into the grass among the trees, tracing the area with his flashlight to make sure he could find it again. Once the corpse was well-hidden, he removed the Smith & Wesson, returned to the pick-up, and tried the engine. It started immediately and, with a little scraping as he backed away from the trees, seemed to be in reasonable running order. The tank was three-quarters full, and the other gauges showed normal. Bond drove the pick-up alongside the Saab, keeping his eyes averted from the explosion of bright light, which burned like a magnesium burst from the front of the silver Turbo. Not even to ask why there's a massive dent in the side? quote:They planned to move quickly down towards the Conference Centre area so that Cedar could learn to operate the tunnel mechanism, then drive around the mono-rail station, and, lastly, back to the laboratory area. And Cedar immediately tries to drag Bond into bed? quote:Cedar acidly replied that she had been dummying up beds since she was a teenager, turned on her heel, and strode off to Sand Creek. Bond lit a cigarette, and sauntered, unhurried into Fetterman. It took very little time to stuff pillows into shape under the thin sheets. In the darkness, the lump in the bed could certainly be that of a sleeping figure. But we're not in the normal world! We're in Gardner's James Bond World! quote:‘I’m intrigued by the conference,’ Bond said, driving with more than usual care. ‘When the delegates begin to arrive, I want to take a quick look-see for myself. If SPECTRE has any large-scale operation planned, this would be an ideal place for the briefing.’ They drive outside the enclosure around Tara and head for the laboratory, which is lit up and visibly in use. They leave the truck in the trees about 40 feet from the other building, which looks like a warehouse. quote:There was a gap between the smaller laboratory building and the warehouse. Glancing between them Bond saw the two were connected, probably by a narrow passage. Then they arrived at the first windows of the laboratory. The light, very bright, cast a block beam on to the grass, reaching almost as far as the trees. How many of you were expecting your time in the James Bond thread to include getting a paragraph about how ice cream factories work? quote:Bond tipped his head, motioning Cedar forward. Crouching near the wall, he whispered, ‘You seem to know it all. How professional is that system?’ Well poo poo, now I need to get ice cream in Amarillo to round this out. quote:Bond caught hold of Cedar’s hand, tugging her in the direction of the next section. The windows were smaller, and this time they found themselves looking into a large laboratory. Glass tubing, vats and intricate electronics were laid out on almost a grand scale. Are we going to kill this random dude, too? quote:They retraced their steps, back along the wall, Bond handing over the pick-lock kit as they reached the sliding doors at the gable end. He left Cedar to wrestle with them while he crept forward, trying to gauge the exact position of the windows to the room off the main laboratory. After two errors, he discovered the right one. Peering in, from the left-hand corner, he saw Bismaquer and Walter Luxor pacing a small, bare, cell-like chamber. On closer inspection, he could clearly see that the room was in fact a cell — a padded cell. There were two soft chairs anchored to the centre of the floor, both occupied by Bismaquer employees in uniforms. An animated conversation was taking place, between these two seated men, Bismaquer and Luxor. Oh no. The plot has turned kinky again. quote:The other man joined in: ‘Anything to make anybody happy. Take my keys too. No problem. Take the car. I just like seeing people enjoy themselves. Me? I do what I’m told.’ This one also gave a perfectly natural impression of someone meaning what he said, under no stress or influence. Ladies and gentlemen, the plot has gotten weirder from the last book. quote:Luxor had joined his chief. Even though he spoke quietly, Bond heard every word. ‘Ten hours, Markus. Ten hours, and they’re still both affected.’ Sure! quote:By the window, Bismaquer muttered something Bond couldn’t make out and shook his head, as though in disbelief. Ben & Jerry were the true villains of this book. quote:By the time they got back to the pick-up, Bond’s mind was working overtime. He started the engine, then waited for a few moments before he let out the clutch and pulled away slowly. The roads were empty. ‘So they’re stockpiling ice cream,’ he said as they reached the turn-off from the highway. How is this less effort than just writing dialogue? quote:‘Absolutely. He’d have been after me like a bullet. I just stayed flat against one of these damned great cold stores. He came part way into the warehouse, then went back . . . back towards the laboratory section.’ "We're in a cheap pulp book, Cedar. Real bad." quote:‘So, they’ve got a couple of very normal-seeming guys in there, willing to obey even the most unlikely orders – like getting their wives raped and murdered?’ Cedar shivered. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=shbxUe-S2V8 quote:‘How?’ she volleyed back. ‘Why’re you stopping?’ So just remember, for the rest of this conversation, there's a mook's corpse sliding around in the bed of their truck. quote:‘If they’ve developed a drug that shows no outward effects . . .’ Cedar began when Bond returned. Who here had "evil ice cream" on their bingo card for this thread? quote:They climbed out, and this time Cedar helped with the grisly job of putting the dead driver in the cab behind the wheel. Bond checked that they had left nothing of their own in the pick-up, then returned the revolver to the driver’s holster. Cedar even insisted on squeezing in, next to Bond, as he started the engine and, leaning over the body, drove the pick-up slowly back down the hill. Cedar, what the gently caress? quote:When they reached the top of the steepest slope, he stopped, applied the handbrake, and helped Cedar out. The engine was running smoothly and the wheels turned slightly off-centre. With a nod to Cedar, indicating that she should get out of the way, Bond leaned through the driver’s side window and released the handbrake. She didn't even need to be in there! She just crawled in with the corpse for no reason! quote:He was carried for a few yards before jumping clear. Then, picking himself up, Bond watched the truck gathering speed, slewing from one side of the road to the other. NOT THE TIME quote:The pick-up’s lights showed its progress, wild and careering, as it hurtled down the slope. Then they heard the first crunch as the truck hit the trees. Its lights seemed to dance their beams into the air, then down, in a rolling, Catherine-wheel effect — their movement accompanied by an attendant clattering and grating as the vehicle began to fall apart. Okay, this girl is loving weird. quote:‘Ancient peoples held them to be very much alive and sacred,’ Bond said. He also felt there was something old and terrifying about the strange shadows and odd movement created by the fire. ‘Modern people too — some of them. Trees are living things. I know what you mean.’ quote:‘It wouldn’t worry me if we got out here and now.’ Cedar gave him a kiss on the cheek, then tried to move in closer, but Bond gently held her off. She gave a long sigh. ‘I know. I know, James. Just like I know you won’t really leave this place until we have concrete evidence, with all the ends tied up.’
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# ? Nov 20, 2020 21:05 |
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chitoryu12 posted:How many of you were expecting your time in the James Bond thread to include getting a paragraph about how ice cream factories work? And in sign language at that. I want to see how Cedar signs "pasteurization".
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# ? Nov 21, 2020 01:33 |
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Gats Akimbo posted:I want to see how Cedar signs "pasteurization". She holds her hand out to Bond's chest and raises it to his forehead, maybe.
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# ? Nov 21, 2020 01:44 |
Chapter 14: Repellent Insectsquote:The VP70 automatic was in Bond’s hand as he reached the door of Cedar’s cabin, seconds after the first scream. .....that was your assassination method? Ants? quote:Bond slammed the door behind them, then looked to see how much space remained between it and the floor. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OkebxEVP8cw&t=1s quote:‘There’s only one way to deal with them.’ Bond bundled Cedar out of the cabin, swiftly looking behind him to make certain none of the ants had advanced into the living room, he closed the door behind him. I'm very eager to see how you explain this to your host. quote:Keeping fuse and detonator well away from the plastic, Bond ran out of the room again. With a further caution to Cedar to stay where she was, he raced full-tilt out of the cabin towards the Saab. Working with speed, he unlocked the alarm sensors, then the boot, which he searched rapidly. You can't just leave?! quote:Gently, Bond opened the bedroom door, his flesh creeping at the sight of an entire room moving, in obscene waves, with the fat crawling insects. Placing the container just inside the door, he took out his Dunhill lighter. He held it low, well clear of the vaporising petrol, and thumbed the wheel. The flame appeared. Quickly Bond applied it to the fuse, which spluttered immediately. At least Gardner's commando skills come in handy here. quote:He had just reached the door of Fetterman when the crude device blew with a hollow roar. The explosive shot the petrol up in a fireball, straight through the cabin roof, a hand of brilliant flame clawing at the air, then fanning out inside so that the interior of Sand Creek became an inferno within seconds. I'm starting to think Cedar Leiter is a psychopath. quote:Quickly Bond rolled away. ‘Just keep down,’ he ordered, then headed for the door again. Is Gardner calling it "admirable" an acknowledgement of this dude being an idiot? quote:It was only then that two vital facts came into sharp focus. The first Bond had already realised: such a large colony of harvester ants could not possibly have got into the cabin by accident. But the second was even more revealing: the ants were, of course, meant to sting and kill, and the target was Bond himself. Had he not told Bismaquer that he was staying in Sand Creek, and precisely to protect Cedar, whom he had considered the more vulnerable? With their current level of planning, I'm surprised he's not going to try and shoot all the guards and then bluff his way out of it. quote:Swiftly, Bond made his way to the cabin, where Cedar sat with a stiff drink in her hand. ‘My clothes,’ she said woefully, before Bond had a chance to speak. ‘Everything we bought. Up in smoke. James, I haven’t even got a pair of panties left.’ I can't decide whether to comment on the bad joke or Cedar rushing straight for the liquor cabinet after this, so I'm just going to sit in stunned silence at this book. quote:Cedar started to retort, but Bond silenced her with a quick word. If they were separated, he said, there would have to be some means of communication. Handing over the one spare key to the Saab, he told her where the car would be hidden if he suddenly went to ground. She would have to devise some means of getting away from wherever she was lodged. "I promise not to get so wrapped up in loving the villain's wife that I get behind in my schedule!" quote:Bond was still making Cedar repeat details of the car’s hiding place, and their meeting arrangements when two pick-up trucks and a car hurtled into the clearing. You are the worst at this. quote:‘The prints?’ Bismaquer interrupted. ‘Are they okay? You didn’t have . . . ?’ James Bond: "whomp" quote:‘Oh, James, I wouldn’t have had this happen . . . It’s terrible!’ Nena was looking at him in a way that brought back the smell of her hair and the shared kiss among the dense trees. Bond found it genuinely difficult to tear his eyes away. Then he realised that another car was coming up the slope. This is correct in the scale seen here. While a few harvester ant stings will merely be extremely painful for hours, a few hundred would be fatal. quote:‘Well? Do you often get them?’ "You're what, 15?" quote:‘You’re so kind,’ mouthed Cedar so that they could hardly hear her. Do you, Bond? quote:‘I may as well tell you. Fisher’s job was to — how do I put it? — well, to look after you. His instructions were to stay in the trees, make sure there were no problems; like animals. There are a few around.’ Oh my God, they killed the guy everyone liked. quote:‘Oh my God. You mean . . . ?’ Bond and Cedar are monsters! quote:‘Good. Yes.’ Bismaquer’s mind was clearly elsewhere. ‘You’ll be okay, then, James?’ Bond, you just killed a man with a family! quote:When they had all left the clearing, Bond checked that the Saab was secure, then went back into the cabin. He blocked the door with a chair and scoured the window crevices for possible entrance points. A second dose of Harvester ants, while he slept, would be a little hard to bear. I cannot emphasize enough that "mind control ice cream" is far from the nuttiest plot we will get. quote:He looked at his watch. It was almost five in the morning and would soon be getting light. Within twenty-four hours he had to go to ground — literally: into the tunnel to the Conference Centre. In the darkness, Bond smiled, thinking of the irony if it turned out to be just another mundane and boring business conference, all above board. Yet his training and experience with SPECTRE told him this would not be so.
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# ? Nov 21, 2020 09:30 |
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chitoryu12 posted:.....that was your assassination method? TFW your villain turns out to be Ian Miles Cheong. chitoryu12 posted:I'm very eager to see how you explain this to your host. This would be the perfect time for Bond to disappear into the woods while Cedar scrabbles through the ashes pretending to mourn, but sensible plots have long since vanished from the rear-view mirror. What the poo poo is going on here?
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# ? Nov 21, 2020 11:30 |
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Mind control ice cream is pretty silly but I think we all need laughs right now. Looking forward to seeing where the book -- and series -- go from here.
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# ? Nov 21, 2020 22:54 |
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Between the plotting and chitoryu's comments this is definitely the funniest Bond novel so far. (I really truly don't understand the plot or why anyone on any side is playing along. It almost makes more sense if the hosts are just creepy-looking but well-meaning ice cream enthusiasts while our protagonists murder their employees, blow up their guest accommodation and flirt over corpses.)
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# ? Nov 21, 2020 23:27 |
Chapter 15: Grand Prixquote:The sun climbed into a diamond-clear sky, and you could already feel the dormant heat of the day. Within an hour or so it would become scorching: a day for staying in the cool and sipping iced drinks, for lazing and passing the time with a good conversationalist — preferably female, Bond thought. Indeed, as shown by this example in Switzerland. quote:Bond had himself already clocked over 180 m.p.h. on an open track, after his car was fitted with the new water-injection system, and there was no reason why he should not do it today. He did not fear the possibility of a blow-out or even of a well-placed bullet in a tyre, for his personalised car ran on Michelin Autoporteur tyres, lookalikes of the TRX tyres, which are standard. The Autoporteurs are possessed of properties spoken about only in hushed tones within the motor industry. I guess Bond gave up on the Dunlop Denovos he used in the previous book. quote:No problems, Bond thought as, with air conditioning at full blast, he eased the Silver Beast along the side road which ran by the outside of the circuit. Markus Bismaquer was plainly visible, with Nena and Cedar, in front of the grandstand, which already seemed to be three-quarters full. Bismaquer’s staff had obviously turned out — or been dragooned into being spectators for this special occasion. Why did Bond buy a tracksuit while shopping? Who knows! While this is the first time Bond wears one, it would not be the last. A View to a Kill a few years later would have Bond bring a horrid FILA velour tracksuit along as part of his disguise, at a time when tracksuits were becoming fashion for those like New Jersey mobsters. Skyfall would more sensibly put Bond in one as workout clothes during his physical evaluation to return to active duty. quote:‘James, I hope you slept the sleep of the just,’ Bismaquer roared with his accustomed mirth, slapping Bond on the back just hard enough to make the skin tingle. H. Jon Benjamin voice: "You know what are real bitches, Markus? ANTS!" quote:‘Okay, I’ll take her around a couple of times to get the feel.’ Bond nodded towards the petrol pumps. ‘Then can I fill up, deal with my oil, and all that?’ "Welp, walking into obvious assassination attempts is my thing. Let's go!" quote:Bond waved to the group, winked at Cedar and climbed back into the Saab. He pulled on his gloves and adjusted the Polaroid sun glasses. Yes, the famous Polaroid camera company also makes sunglasses! Company founder Edwin Land had done research into light polarization and initially founded Polaroid as a sunglasses manufacturer in 1937, which rapidly expanded into all sorts of light-related products like 3D film and infrared night vision. The instant cameras everyone knows them for were merely one of many projects that just ended up becoming a worldwide success. While Polaroid would declare bankruptcy in 2001 due to a failure to properly expand into digital camera and scanning technology, the company lives on owned by PLR IP Holdings, LLC, the largest shareholder of the Impossible Project to produce new instant film cameras. quote:Easing on to the grid, Bond took a final swift look at the instruments. Twice around for luck, he thought. A slowish first run — around seventy where possible — and a faster second, taking the Saab up to near a hundred, but not going higher. Keep the trumps up your sleeve. He smiled, slipping the gear lever into first, releasing the hand brake, and pulling away. He gathered speed, going through the gears, taking her to fourth as the speedo meter hit fifty and giving the car a fraction more power to knock the revs over the 3,000 mark; then bringing in the turbo — a comforting whine — hitting seventy miles per hour right on the button. I'm sure it won't be a problem. quote:The bends proved to be no problem, even at sixty m.p.h., calling for only a quick movement of the wheel — left, right, left, right. The Saab’s curved spoiler, and its weight, held the machine to the track like glue. It was only when he hit the hump that Bond realised the danger. For the record, jumping a car is not good for its health. Even professional stunt cars regularly suffer major damage, often enough to write it off, from performing big ramps. The Dukes of Hazzard had hundreds of General Lees due to the damage the famous jumps caused, reaching the point of repairing cars until they were totaled (normally they'd only last one jump before retirement) and even using radio-controlled models to try and save money on how many vehicles they were wrecking. quote:Bond exhaled, releasing all the breath from his lungs, realising the dangers the hump might create at real speed. He held the car out of the turn and into another mile of straight track, before the more obvious, vicious, right-angle bend. The book continues through a complete description of the course. A Z-bend, lots of straights and gentle curves, etc. The full geography isn't really important for you to read paragraphs of. The most difficult part is that there's a 90-degree corner right after the aforementioned hump, which Bond negotiates expertly to land right in front of the crowd. quote:Through the windscreen he saw Bismaquer’s face, a small crease of concern between the eyes. Walter Luxor, who had now appeared, fully dressed in racing overalls, decorated with the Bismaquer insignia, took no notice. He busied himself with the silver Shelby-American, which was getting a final going over from his crew. So a cooler car than Bond's Saab? quote:Sliding from the driving seat, Bond walked quickly towards the car, calling out within a couple of paces of the machine to attract Luxor’s attention. Very normal. Not evil. quote:‘No thank you.’ Bond preferred to see to everything himself — gas, oil, hydraulics, coolant. "We only let him out of his cage for special visitors. I'm not sure if he's fully acclimated yet." quote:Left alone with the women, Bond did not even attempt small talk. ‘I’ll say farewell now, ladies,’ he said allowing his lips to break into a winning smile. ‘See you after the race.’ Bond and Luxor drive up to their starting positions. Bond's plan is to let Luxor take the lead for half the race to help him analyze the situation and better learn the track, then speed up and overtake for the finish. quote:Bismaquer was looking at him. Bond raised his thumb, and the flag twirled. Luxor’s engine fired with a roar, denoting more power than would usually be under the bonnet of a Shelby-American. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YxQPHPuY1X0 quote:The flag came down. Bond figures Luxor is a careful driver, cruising at high speed but with reserves in case he needs them. He'll need to outthink him to get the lead, and that involves throwing out his original plan and deciding to pass him earlier. quote:The Saab was less than six feet behind the square tail of Luxor’s car as they came out of the final turn on lap three. Now, he thought, watching Luxor drift slightly to the left. Not really enough room, but, if he obeyed the rules, Luxor would have to let Bond through. Weren't you like 90% sure this was an assassination plot before? quote:A fraction of pressure on the wheel and the Saab slid to the right, coming very close to the Shelby-American. Further to the right. Bond saw the edge of the track too close to his front inside wheel, but he pressed on, up into fifth gear and a hard kick down. The turbo reacted, and he felt the push of power, like a jet engine. The Saab’s nose was reaching out, half way down Luxor’s chassis, unmistakably clearing to overtake. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gKqWcaheerM quote:This time, Bond felt considerable drift, the Saab sliding over to the left during the final moments of the turn. He glanced at the head-up digital figures of the speedometer and was not surprised. They registered 105; and, by the time he was aware of the speed building to 125, the zig-zag of the Z bend was on them. How the gently caress could you not prove that? Wait, why the gently caress do you even care about proof? You're a spy! You're an assassin! You're here to take down the greatest terrorist organization in the world! What does it even matter what you can or can't "prove" when you just witnessed mind control ice cream and an ant invasion? You could have called in the entire army and detonated the lab with your demo kit that you instead used to exterminate insects! Honestly, how the gently caress is this plot even happening at this point? So much has happened and it's just being ignored for the next crazy event. quote:They were about midway to the penultimate bend, and James Bond at first thought the bid had failed. The enveloping flame could only have been there for a second, and he had probably outrun it at this speed. Then he experienced a sense of shock as the fire warning buzzed and the red light began to blink on the dashboard. Halon isn't quite as much of a miracle as it seems. Smaller internal combustion engines can be shut down by spraying them with halon (which led to a rule banning halon weapons in robot combat fighting like BattleBots due to being cheap) and larger engines will continue functioning, which can allow fresh air to be sucked into the engine and reignite the fire if it hasn't been stopped at the source. Halon will interrupt the chemical reaction that creates fire, but it won't shut down an engine in a state that causes one. quote:Bond, very much aware of what was going on, changed down, braked, and took the last two bends at a moderate sixty-five. It was only when he was into the long straight — past the stand — knowing that he was entering the fifth lap, that Bond opened up the car again, relieved to feel no change in engine response. I think when your opponent drops a loving bomb in your path, it's acceptable to put a few .44 caliber holes in his car. quote:Settling himself firmly, Bond did not let his eyes waver from the road ahead. His hands ran through the gears as he increased power, roaring along the straight towards the chicane. His speed rose to over the hundred until the little green digital figures on the head-up display steadied at 130. Gardner has come across the perfect writing style for making a car race seem kinda dull. quote:Luxor lined himself up, keeping far to the right — his wheels almost touching the grass at the track’s edge — in order to take the punishing bend at one hundred. Bond, three feet or so behind him, was himself pushing almost a hundred. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lFV1BLAjUbY quote:Almost aloud, Bond prayed that the Turbo’s constantly-increasing forward speed would overcome any further slide to the left and that he could still hold the Saab into the turn without touching the verge. The turbo-charger whined, rising to a pitch of noise which should, by rights, have ended in some kind of explosion. Oh, that's it. It's over! quote:Yet, when the Saab finally coasted into the pits, with the grandstand crowd applauding even though their man had lost, Bismaquer seemed to have regained his temper. Just not even making it a thing, huh? quote:He turned and walked back towards the Saab, which would certainly need his attention. But Bismaquer was at his heels. ‘We’ll settle all debts tonight, James — the money, I mean. And I’ll take the prints. But then, I’m afraid my hospitality has got to end. Dinner tonight — seven o’clock for seven-thirty, then we can clear up the business before we eat? Okay?’ "The party I was with no longer exists, unfortunately." quote:‘No, but I can believe it,’ Bond lied. Designing ice cream trucks? quote:Bond nodded. ‘Okay. We’ll be away in the morning, Markus.’ Then he turned back to the car. Make sure to go to bed in your cabin with the unlocked door before it! quote:From the start, Bond had been certain the spectacular, and lethal, hijacks were part of a resurrected SPECTRE’s plan: a money-raising operation for something much bigger. All he had felt, and seen, since arriving in the United States — and particularly at Rancho Bismaquer — pointed towards a SPECTRE-directed coup of very large proportions. The hub lay here, as did Ernst Stavro Blofeld’s successor. Oh well. I'm sure it means nothing. quote:After the adrenalin-pumping danger of the race, James Bond now felt a reaction which came near to depression. Bismaquer could not be seen anywhere, and only a couple of chefs tended the deserted barbecue. Bond went over and helped himself to a massive steak, bread and coffee. At least he would not go hungry.
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# ? Nov 23, 2020 20:25 |
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quote:‘Yes. And don’t forget, the crew’s there if you need help. We have track marshals standing by, in case anything big goes wrong.’ Fresh from the Agency archives, here is a declassified surveillance photo of Bismaquer's pit crew:
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# ? Nov 23, 2020 21:01 |
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quote:In the present case, fire had engulfed the car, catching the underside, thereby activating the system without further help from Bond. That didn't work. That didn't work, Michael! You hit the wrong part of him, my friend!
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# ? Nov 24, 2020 04:12 |
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The latest How To Drink may be of interest to the thread, as Greg attempts to get to the bottom of the Vesper once and for all.
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# ? Nov 24, 2020 08:06 |
Package acquired.
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# ? Nov 28, 2020 04:54 |
Chapter 16: Nenaquote:Even at eleven-thirty, the night seemed to have lost little heat from the day. The picture seen previously of Roger Moore in Live and Let Die was the first time Bond wore the "tactleneck", but Connery's Bond was a common user of this sort of outfit. In Thunderball and Goldfinger he did his sneaking wearing a black long-sleeved polo (or black sweater over a matching polo), black slacks, and black shoes or ankle boots. While true black is ironically quite bad for stealth (no dimly lit environment is literally black unless there's no light at all, so black actually stands out as darker than its background), this kind of outfit is completely suitable for a spy who would want their stealth uniform to blend in as normal civilian clothes. quote:Around him the noises of night animals, combined with the chirruping cicadas, had become a natural background. His hearing was acute enough to break through the series of calls and songs, and would pick up any human sound, should it come near. Small talk before dinner is uneventful. Nena is flirty, Cedar is signaling to Bond that they need to chat alone, Luxor is sulking in the corner. Bismaquer wants everything with the prints taken care of, so Bond heads to get them. quote:Bond went down the steps to the Saab, retrieved the prints, and followed Bismaquer into the house. They went straight to the print room, where, with no fuss, Bond handed over the prints in exchange for a small briefcase which Bismaquer opened. ‘Count it if you want to,’ he growled pleasantly. ‘Only you’ll miss dinner if you do. The whole amount’s in there. One million for Professor Penbrunner, and another for yourself.’ The "briefcase full of money" trope has actually been tested! An average briefcase can hold about 24,000 bills, allowing it to easily hold $2.4 million if all in hundreds just like Bond is getting. The problem? Weight. That amount of bills would weigh 53 pounds, plus the weight of the briefcase itself. Actors can easily haul money briefcases around on film because they're simply empty props. quote:‘I believe you.’ Bond closed the case. ‘Nice to do business, Markus. If I have anything else . . .’ She's just horny, Bond. quote:‘They’ve got something really heavy going on, James. Christ, you had me worried in that race.’ "My last escape from the villain's estate by car went great, so we'll just do that again this year." quote:‘Okay. There’re things to tell you, though, James.’ But why? You'll see! quote:‘Well . . .’ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KnsiZOJjfUg quote:‘I saw by accident. A refrigerated truck came out of the trees, at the back of the warehouse, late this afternoon; and there are at least two more down there. The first truck was heading towards the airfield. They’re moving that ice cream.’ The least dramatic sentence in history. quote:Bond’s brow was lined in thought. ‘I wish we knew more,’ he murmured. ‘Perhaps I will by tomorrow night. Be very careful, though; if it’s some criminal — or terrorist — activity and we’ve vanished, they’ll be digging the place up to find us. I . . .’ He stopped, conscious that somebody had come on to the portico. And so we return to Bond's hiding place. At 11:35 PM, a little black sports car drives up and parks behind the Saab. quote:The driver killed the engine and lights. Through the night air, Bond heard the rustle of silk. He could just make out Nena Bismaquer, standing beside the car, then her voice, calling quietly, James? ‘James are you there?’ Maybe it was made by Roussillon? quote:‘Can we go inside, James? Please.’ Her lips were close to his. Once more, Bond smelled her particular scent, the clean, fresh hair, though now it was mingled with something very expensive: the touch of a distillation, probably unique, and made especially for Markus Bismaquer’s wife. For a moment, Bond felt a tiny pang of jealousy. Then she urged him again. ‘Please, James. Inside, please.’ "Well, if you insist" Bond said as he unzipped his pants. quote:Bond took a step forward, letting Nena enter the cabin first. Then he switched on the light. Almost as the cabin door closed behind them, she was in his arms, trembling, then pulling away. ‘I should not have come.’ Her voice took on the same breathless quality he had heard in the Saab when they first kissed. He'd need to upgrade to spiders? quote:‘You looked relaxed enough at the track . . .’ You have half-tracks? It's the 80s! Nobody has those! quote:‘Listen, Nena.’ He held her away by the shoulders, roused by her presence, the smooth skin against his hands and the feel of the silk. ‘Listen hard. Cedar is going. I am going. We’re both vanishing. Not tomorrow, as Markus wants, but tonight — or in the early hours. I know something’s up, so we’re going to earth here, on the ranch, until one of us can get clear . . .’ Not the wife ice cream! quote:‘Where are you going to hide?’ she asked. Why is everyone in this book so loving randy? quote:She did not need to finish the sentence. Gently, Bond led her in the direction of the bedroom, crossing to the bed and turning on the night-table lamp. I promise, you are never going to guess why she doesn't want lights. quote:He nodded, switched off the lamp, and climbed out of his clothes, hearing the noise of her dress sliding over her head. And it reveals her pulling out a knife? quote:She gave a little cry as the lamp came on, revealing her slim and lithe sun-brown figure, with those magnificent long legs. She was dressed only in silk bra and panties. She was in the act of unclipping her bra. Same. quote:He pulled her down on to the bed, a hand searching for her. Nena’s mouth opened, locking against his, and they were off again into a whirlpool of emotions, their mouths acting out the desires of their bodies. Yeah. I got nothing. quote:Strangely, perhaps because her one breast was so wonderful, an exact half-globe with a proportioned brown and pink nipple erect, the oddity appeared especially erotic to Bond. quote:He pulled her close, one hand cupping her. ‘Dear, lovely Nena. You are unique. You’re beautiful. There’s nothing revolting about you. Certainly you’re not half woman. Let me show you that.’ Technically there's only one peak here. quote:Nena left around four in the morning, with constant kisses and worried admonitions for Bond to be on his guard. ‘I shall see you again, James? Tell me I shall see you again.’ With his pre-mission weirdo sex complete, Bond drives off and leaves the Saab hidden to go on foot to the conference center. He heads down the escape tunnel that Nena had showed him previously. quote:From the initial chamber, one could walk straight through the tunnel archway, and Bond had not gone far when he noticed the ground begin to slope downwards slightly. There was no sound, and no dank chill, as he had expected. The rope-soled shoes, which he had chosen to wear for comfort, made little noise; yet he still took the precaution of stopping, every minute or so, listening for any sounds coming either from ahead or behind. If the complex was already in use, there was always the possibility of Bismaquer’s people using this entrance to move freely between the ranch and the centre. And you don't even have anywhere to hide! Great plan! quote:Bond encountered nobody in what he judged to be a mile-long walk. After sloping down and then seeming to flatten out for a few hundred yards, the ground rose again more steeply on the far side. After the speed march from the knoll, Bond could feel a dull ache in his thigh muscles. You're finally using logic? quote:Starting with the centre of the wall, Bond began to examine the individual tiles, one by one, working along the rows, methodically. He pushed and probed each tile in turn, until, after fifteen minutes or so, he found the right spot. The tile slid back on a small metal runner, operating like a model of a push-up garage door. Behind it was a perfectly normal door knob. As dawn breaks, Bond enters the conference center. He can already hear a loud conversation between a number of people around the corner. quote:From the window, Bond could see out across a wide lawn, in the centre of which a large H had been inlaid in white stone. In the far distance was a tall wire fence, then a wall above which the greenery of jungle showed clearly. He was looking out directly on to the helipad. In case the movie influence wasn't obvious enough. I guess a normal conference room wasn't enough for the new generation. quote:The conference hall was not empty. At least a dozen of Bismaquer’s security men were passing through it — a couple of them with dogs and some armed with explosives-detection devices and anti-bugging sniffers. They were obviously screening the hall before use. Before Walter Luxor’s paper to the automotive engineers? Bond wondered. Or was it really Markus Bismaquer who was going to address the meeting? This is like a No One Lives Forever level. quote:‘No. Too bad. Okay, fellas, let’s tell the folks where they’ve got to be, and when . . .’
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# ? Nov 29, 2020 09:16 |
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So it's really important that no harm comes to Bond, the man whose car Walt tried to blow up yesterday. Sure, checks out.
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# ? Nov 29, 2020 13:04 |
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quote:This is like a No One Lives Forever level. Or a Hitman level. Didn't see anything but the spiders and those old propane tanks we left down there, near the door on the left side Well I sure hope that never gets back to health and safety
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# ? Nov 29, 2020 14:42 |
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chitoryu12 posted:I promise, you are never going to guess why she doesn't want lights. You are 100% right there. WTF? Has Gardner never heard of plastic surgery?
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# ? Nov 29, 2020 15:46 |
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chitoryu12 posted:The "briefcase full of money" trope has actually been tested! An average briefcase can hold about 24,000 bills, allowing it to easily hold $2.4 million if all in hundreds just like Bond is getting. A small thing I appreciate about Licence to Kill is how Killifer's $2 million bribe from Sanchez is in fact presented as being a big unwieldy weight to carry around.
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# ? Nov 29, 2020 19:58 |
Chapter 17: Heavenly Wolf I don't remember that MGS character... quote:Lying, silent, in the dark under the conference hall stage, Bond pondered again the question of Bolfeld — the original man, the first leader of SPECTRE. Was his successor — the here-and-now leader — a relative? In organisations like this, a chain of command would not necessarily demand kinship. Yet, having known and fought Ernst Starvo Blofeld, Bond knew there had been a streak of dynastic ambition in him. The king is dead; long live the king. Gardner going "Yes, gentle readers, I did read the Fleming books before this!" quote:A man of many faces, yes. Disguise, with Blofeld, had been a way of life, and with those various faces came the same sense of purpose: complete ruthlessness and determination. Bond thought of the known lineage: half Polish, half Greek; born in Gdynia, and a wizard with money. If the new Blofeld was related, then Bond still had scores to settle. The death of his beloved wife, of but a few hours, was already avenged. Ernst Stavro Blofeld had paid the ultimate penalty for that. But now Bond again made a silent vow: anyone remotely connected with the original Blofeld would also pay. The light of his own happiness had been extinguished without compassion. Why, then, should he show compassion now? Stop falling asleep during infiltration quote:He woke with a start. Noise around him — the babble of conversation. Shaking sleep from him like a dog, Bond stretched his limbs and settled down to listen. Out there a large audience — male and female — was already gathered. He looked at his Rolex, gleaming in the darkness. It was almost nine o’clock. So that's a pretty solid indication that Luxor isn't Blofeld. quote:Bond heard an outbreak of applause, which died as quickly as it began. Then Luxor seemed to be shuffling and rearranging his papers. Bond heard him clear his throat and begin again. AWACS stands for Airborne Warning and Control System, which is technically the name of a specific system but is also used as a generic term for the concept. Broadly, an AWACS aircraft uses powerful radar to detect aircraft and other vehicles at long range and assist in surveillance and directing the forces of battle. The specific aircraft named by Luxor is the Boeing E-3 Sentry, which entered operational use in 1977. Despite Luxor's prediction of space-based weaponry being the wave of the future, it was not to be. The Outer Space Treaty of 1967 prohibits the placement of nuclear weapons in space, and no serious development is known to have been done on non-nuclear weapons of mass destruction such as kinetic energy "Rods From God." It turns out that ICBMs, cruise missiles, and other existing technology was far more cost-effective to continue using and developing than trying to launch orbital bombardment systems; the Soviets were already in the process of decommissioning their Fractional Orbital Bombardment System at the time of this book's release due to both developments that made surface-born weapons like submarines and ICBMs more effective and the fear that it would only accelerate the nuclear arms race. quote:There was a shuffling among the audience, before Luxor continued. ....the what? quote:‘Until recently,’ Luxor went on, ‘the Soviet Union was undoubtedly ahead in its programme for the development of what is known as a Particle Beam Weapon, a charged particle device, very similar to a laser, combined with microwave propagators. Development of such a weapon is indeed well on the way to finalisation, and this weapon can, and will, act as a shield — an invisible barrier — to ward off any possibility of nuclear attack. You'd think Bond's position with the Double-O division eliminated would keep him from reading such classified material, but... If you want a sci-fi blaster, the particle beam is the closest thing we've developed to it. A particle beam weapon is simply a beam of charged subatomic particles accelerated to near-light speed. Amazingly, we've already all had one of these in our house: the cathode ray tube (CRT) television! Of course, those electrons aren't exactly carrying enough energy to smash through your TV screen and blow your head off. A particle beam weapon fires those particles with enough kinetic energy to disrupt the target on a molecular or even atomic level. There is real work on particle beam weaponry since the 1950s, and the Pentagon was working on them as recently as 2019 before shelving the concept (using neutral charge particles to fry missile electronics) to focus on improving laser weaponry. While prototypes have been made, there's been no success with shrinking the massive particle accelerators (as typified by the Large Hadron Collider) to the size necessary for a weapon. quote:Luxor now started to talk about the current, highly-advanced satellites actually in space, orbiting, or stationary, operational and fully active: that whole series of hardware which made an immediate nuclear confrontation and conflagration possible. After 90 minutes of talking about military satellites, they take a lunch break to let Bond continue to ponder the implications in his spidery bed. quote:But where would SPECTRE wish to strike? How, and what, would be their target? Slowly, James Bond realised the full implications of HOUND. Of course, HOUND. Why had he not thought of it before? Hound? Wolf? The Space Wolves, as they were called. The United States was well ahead there. SPECTRE’s target was the Space Wolves; but, before Bond could follow through this line of thought, there were sounds from the auditorium as people filed back. Then, within minutes, the complete target and plan of action were revealed. No, the book has not yet explained what the Space Wolves are. You didn't miss anything. quote:Luxor quickly called the audience to order, and launched into the second part of his briefing in a brisk, concise manner. Documentation that only he knew that none of us ever got foreshadowed! quote:‘Our problem,’ Luxor continued, ‘or, I should say, our client’s problem, is that these satellite craft are hidden under one of the most successful security schemes ever mounted by the United States. We know the satellites are laser-armed; that they have a superlative chase capability; and that these facts are held on computer tapes and microfilm — their numbers, place, present orbital patterns, position of silos, order of battle. All this information exists, and is, naturally, required by our clients. The Cheyenne Mountain Complex is one of the most secure military installations in the world. Nestled inside a mountain near Colorado Springs, this virtually nuke-proof bunker is the home to NORAD. The blast doors can withstand a close nuclear strike and the facility is completely self-sufficient if sealed, with massive reservoirs of water and fuel and its own power plant. Films and TV such as WarGames, Terminator 3, and Stargate SG-1 have all given fame to the distinctive tunnel entrance. quote:It was all true enough, Bond could vouch for that. But the really big question still had to be answered. How did you walk into the well-screened NORAD H.Q. and lift computer tapes giving every detail of the Space Wolves? Bond had a feeling that, under Blofeld’s instructions, Luxor was about to answer the question. At least, Bond thought, he now knew that Blofeld equalled Bismaquer. Luxor was the specialist in many fields, but the final planning would go to SPECTRE’s leader: Markus Bismaquer, ice cream maker and squire of Rancho Bismaquer. Ice cream was evil all along. quote:‘Ladies and gentlemen, we have just sent that distributor four days’ supply of ice cream. Apparently they consume a great deal of ice cream at NORAD — it must be the atmosphere within the mountain, and those long hours spent underground. We are told that over 90 per cent of the staff and technicians eat ice cream regularly. So there's one obvious question: what about the people who don't eat the ice cream? quote:‘Not quite.’ Luxor’s voice generated confidence. ‘Naturally, there will be some officers, technicians, and enlisted men, who will spurn our dessert. Ten per cent, according to our latest information. We may well, therefore, encounter some slight unpleasantness. Also, you must remember, the drug works only if commands are given by somebody with authority and seniority. Therefore, we plan to give NORAD H.Q. a surprise inspection by a four-star general. In fact it will be the new Inspector-General of Air/Space Defence. I’ve arranged for the officer commanding NORAD H.Q. to be warned of his arrival roughly an hour before he makes an entrance — together with, say, twenty or thirty aides and military personnel. All will be armed, of course, and ready to handle the unlucky few who reject our ice cream. A sad prospect, I admit, to die for not liking such a delicious dessert.’ Some of you may put this together now. quote:It was almost noon. In twelve hours, Bond thought, Cedar would be at the roadside tunnel entrance with the Saab. If her luck held. Meanwhile, Bond had twelve hours to remain hidden, listening under the stage, sorting the facts in his mind. Then, once the hall emptied, he must find somewhere to wait until he could safely negotiate the trek back down the tunnel. After that, assuming Cedar was on time, they would either have to fight their way out or find some way for Bond to draw the fire, priming Cedar with the bare information so that she could get help.
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# ? Dec 1, 2020 01:49 |
Currently having issues getting highlights working on Kindle. Hold tight.
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# ? Dec 5, 2020 03:45 |
Chapter 18: Shock Tacticsquote:Bond had looked forward to emerging from the tunnel into a deep velvet blue night, with stars like diamonds. In fact, he came out through the roadside opening into a steambath of hot air, with the sky at war. Far away, great sheets of lightning sizzled and cracked, while distant thunder rolled – as though heaven had taken a pre-emptive strike into its own hands. Bond gets to his hiding spot and has to wait until it's nearly midnight for Cedar to drive up. Bismaquer has guards roaming everywhere looking for them and has blocked off the gates and monorail station, leaving no apparent way out except shooting. quote:She kept to side roads, sometimes slewing off tracks and roads, punishing the Saab on grass and rutted ground. Soon they were in sight of Tara. Great banks of floodlights were turned on all around the area, while the distant flashes of sheet lightning seemed to be slowly coming nearer. Even in the car they could hear the heavy, approaching thunder of the storm. I have some concerns about Cedar's romantic life. quote:At this point in the conversation, the rain appeared to ease slightly. Oh dear. quote:They got within a couple of hundred yards of the rail depot without being spotted. Then, some security guard must have glimpsed them through the rain. Bond roars the Saab up the ramp into the car transporter on the monorail. Fortunately, the door to the driver's cabin is unlocked. quote:The rain still lashed down, driving against the big windows of the cabin. A small fixed seat perched in front of a flat bank of levers and instruments. To Bond’s relief, they all appeared to be marked. A red button, with two switches below it, was designated as Turbine: On/Off. He tripped the switches and pressed the button as he scanned the other controls. The throttle was a metal arm which swept in a half-circle across spaced terminals. The braking mechanism was near his feet, with a secondary device to the right of the throttle. He found the speed indicator, the windscreen wipers, the lights, and a series of buttons marked Doors: Automatic. Close/Open. Bond brings the monorail up to a ridiculous 80 MPH, out of the storm and miles away to the road. Cedar brings up the obvious point that they'll have the station covered with guns when they arrive and he needs to stay at the controls to bring the train to a halt instead of just smashing into the bumpers at the end. So Bond gets the guns and night vision goggles from the Saab...and turns off the train's lights. quote:The driver’s cabin had its own sliding door which would, presumably, unlock when the other doors were set to Automatic/Open. There should also be rungs from the cab that would take him down for part of the way at least. After that, it would be a long drop. The drop from the bottom rung of the ladder is only about 12 feet, which Bond is able to roll out of. Ten minutes later, with the aid of the Nitefinders, he's within sight of the depot. quote:They had turned the lights off, to make the train’s approach difficult, and there was definitely movement ahead of him now. One tall figure slowly walked towards him, staying close to the pillars. The man carried a shotgun, not under his arm but at the ready, held professionally away from the body, the butt a few inches from the shoulder and the barrel pointing downwards. Horrifying, but free upgrade! quote:Even through the Nitefinder glasses, the flash from the electrified fence left traces of light floating in Bond’s vision. All thought of surprise had gone. Blinking to clear his eyes, Bond dropped to one knee, picked up the Winchester and replaced his automatic in its holster. Conveniently, the second guard is only unconscious from the shock and Bond is pretty sure he won't bleed to death from the buckshot peppering his legs. Neither of them have any keys, so he pushes on to the blockhouse. quote:He took his time approaching the end of the line, repumping the Winchester, crabbing sideways on, towards the low buildings. Unfortunately for Bond, there are still about 40 pages left in this book. quote:He ran, fast, all the way back. The injured guard was still not conscious but had begun to groan. His brother lay silent, reeking of burned clothing and flesh. At last, Bond saw the train, ahead and above him. Its great curved sides hung over the edge of the platform, supported by the pillars. Without pausing, Bond swarmed up the nearest metal rungs. There was a space on the platform, about three or four feet of stressed steel with concrete overlay between the edge of the pillar and the big rail. Well, that settles it! Now to just take off! quote:As his face came level with the cab door, Bond called out: ‘It’s okay, Cedar, I’m back. We’re on our way.’ He hoisted himself into the cab, a trifle breathless. So...was Luxor just hiding in the monorail all night? quote:In an almost detached way, Bond became aware that he was functioning more slowly. His brain took longer to make decisions. Oxygen. Yes, that was it. He had oxygen. In the car: the oxygen kit which slid out from under the passenger seat.
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# ? Dec 6, 2020 00:40 |
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chitoryu12 posted:So...was Luxor just hiding in the monorail all night? Maybe he sleeps there? Maybe it's got a remote override for the controls? Maybe I should stop trying to make sense of this incredibly idiotic plot?
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# ? Dec 6, 2020 21:32 |
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Just for everyone's entertainment (and retrospectives), YouTube has made most of the pre-Craig Bond films available for free viewing.
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# ? Dec 7, 2020 08:48 |
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All the best novels pause 75% of the way through for a lecture on a new topic with no foreshadowing.Gats Akimbo posted:Maybe he sleeps there? Maybe it's got a remote override for the controls? I like the idea that Team Ice-cream were monitoring the train and in control from the moment James and Cedar got on board, but couldn't be arsed to step in and gas them until after Bond had the chance to murder some more of their loyal employees. Never mind that if the guards managed to shoot Bond, they wouldn't be able to use him as their fake general...
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Yond Cassius posted:Just for everyone's entertainment (and retrospectives), YouTube has made most of the pre-Craig Bond films available for free viewing. Pluto has an On Demand Bond channel with the same movies as well.
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# ? Dec 7, 2020 22:10 |
Chapter 19: Four-Star Generalquote:There was one tiny moment, on regaining consciousness, when James Bond knew who he was: James Bond, a field agent for the SIS, holding the special double-O prefix. Number 007. Okay, that's the end of the series! Bye folks! quote:Lord, what time was it? He had been dreaming. Vivid dreams, nightmares almost, about his time at the academy. There were voices in the dream. Mum and Dad, God rest their souls. Friends, training, then his first appointment after he was commissioned. Yep. They did that. quote:‘Now, General,’ the voice said, ‘you know exactly who you are. You know, and remember, things about your childhood, your training, and your rise through the service. I shall tell you more about that rise now. More about your active service; and a lot more about your present job.’ The voice launched into a long, vivid description of the General’s work up to the time of Vietnam, then of his special duties during that war. There were acts of bravery; fear; desperate times and the deaths of friends. Some of the incidents were almost entirely relived, complete with sound effects: the sound of weapons and other people speaking. Amazingly, this passage has yet another hint about the twist. quote:Luxor began to talk again. He too felt tired. Usually, he knew, the technique took a lot longer than twenty-four hours, but as the subject only had to alter personality for a relatively short time, he was convinced it could be done with complete success. And extremely confused! quote:Luxor talked on for another fifteen minutes, then switched off the microphones. ‘That’s as far as I dare go. He’ll be a little disoriented, but that’ll be put down to a hard night’s drinking. I’ve implanted that most firmly. At least you’ve got your four-star general. I would suggest, Blofeld, that you brief Mazzard personally. That man down there must die in the mountain, preferably while he still believes he is General James A. Banker.’ Well, I'm sure we can have nothing weird here now. quote:General Banker at last got some rest. The dreams had gone, and he slept the sleep of the just. It was only as he became fully awake that he had another kind of dream, oddly erotic, about a woman with only one breast. He even thought she was leaning over him. At some point there was a voice too, though he could not make out if it was male or female. ‘James,’ the voice said, ‘my dear James. Take these pills. Here . . .’ A hand cradled his head, lifting, and he felt something in his mouth, then a glass to his lips. He was very thirsty and drank what was offered, without resistance. ‘They’ll take a few hours to work,’ the voice said, ‘but when they do, you’ll be your proper self again. God help you; and God help me for doing this.’ One boob. I don't even know why that's a thing in this book. quote:When he was dragged fully out of sleep, by a sergeant serving his usual steaming black, sweet coffee, it was the only dream the General could remember. He was conscious that he had not slept well, but that was the wretched party last night. No no, that was 2009. We're on a coronavirus now. quote:Mazzard laughed. ‘With respect, General, you’ve only yourself to blame. That party was really too much.’ You didn't even hypnotize a new accent? quote:The General nodded. ‘I get it all the time, Mike. Had a British journalist in Nam take me for one of their own. I’m not ashamed of it, though.’ He put on a sly smirk. ‘You want I should take lessons? Learn to say boid, and absoid, like in Brooklyn?’ Pop quiz for those who don't remember Bond's coffee order! quote:About two hours earlier, a young Captain who worked in the Pentagon’s Space Intelligence Department had come on duty early. The skeleton night staff were still around but nobody took much notice of the Captain. He was known as an eager beaver. I also regret this plot. quote:It was signed by a Colonel as acting commanding officer. The Captain smiled, shredded all his copies, then picked up the telephone to dial a number with a Texas prefix. When the number answered he asked if Captain Blake was there. Covering Bond's headache as a hangover is pretty on-brand. quote:‘As you say, sir.’ The Bell OH-58 Kiowa was a very long-serving helicopter in the US military, from 1969 until 2017; many of the mothballed copters were sold to Croatia, Tunisia, and Greece and continue flying there. It's a militarized version of the Bell 206 JetRanger, one of the most common civilian helicopters. They saw heavy service from Vietnam to the Middle East and were good at the light helicopter job, whether it was recon or air support, but improving technology means that just sending out Apaches with UAV support is cheaper overall. quote:‘Oh no,’ the General groaned. ‘We doing the whole trip in that, Mike?’ I bet it'll all go great! quote:‘Okay, we’ll see if it works.’ They were still talking about it as the General swung himself into the Kiowa helicopter, greeted the pilot and strapped himself in. Mazzard climbed aboard, after the General, and took the seat next to him.
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chitoryu12 posted:Chapter 19: Four-Star General Thank you for your service! o7 chitoryu12 posted:And extremely confused! hell, chitoryu12 posted:You didn't even hypnotize a new accent? I wish they'd tried to hypnotise him into a lovely Cajun accent, honh. Really leaned in to the stupid.
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I could really picture this being a Roger Moore movie plot, complete with a terrible ADR Cajun accent overdubbing all of these scenes.
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# ? Dec 10, 2020 16:21 |
poisonpill posted:I could really picture this being a Roger Moore movie plot, complete with a terrible ADR Cajun accent overdubbing all of these scenes. Binging the original Magnum PI, this almost seems like one of those plots.
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chitoryu12 posted:Binging the original Magnum PI, this almost seems like one of those plots. Is there really any evidence Magnum PI ISN'T a brainwashed James Bond?
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chitoryu12 posted:Chapter 18: Shock Tactics And with less than 40 pages to go... brainwashing! This book is absurdly overstuffed
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John Le Carré had died: https://twitter.com/JonnyGeller/status/1338239733638508547?s=19
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# ? Dec 13, 2020 23:02 |
Chapter 20: Cheyenne Mountainquote:The General dozed a little during the flight and seemed less hung over by the time the pilot turned in his seat, pointing down. They were high in the clear, endless blue skies over Colorado. In the distance the mountain peaks reached up: serrated and sharp jags of rock. That's the Gavin to you, General! quote:General Banker’s staff car rode behind the 113, while another APC boxed the car in from the rear. Okay fine, I guess I'm obligated to talk about it. The M113 was developed in 1960 by the FMC Corporation, which stands for....the Food Machinery Chemical Corporation. Yeah, in World War II the US gave a contract to build tracked amphibious landing vehicles to a pesticide and canned food manufacturer. Industry is weird. The design was combined with aluminum armor by Kaiser Aluminum and first entered service in 1962 with the Army of the Republic of Vietnam. The boxy vehicle was initially intended as a "battle taxi", an APC that would do nothing but dump soldiers at a designated point before retreating to the rear. This turned out to not be a particularly good idea, so M113s were hastily refitted with extra guns and up-armor kits. Despite the vehicle's deficiencies, it has no expectations to be replaced for years and is in service around the world. So, the Gavin. A very crazy man, Lt. Mike "Sparky" Sparks, has a record of dedicating his entire life to claiming that he's the best Marine to ever Marine. This has included a bizarre obsession with the M113 and an equal obsession with demanding that it be officially nicknamed the "Gavin", after General James M. Gavin of World War II. His dedication to this weirdness has led to the M113 incorrectly being called the "Gavin" on various websites. It's gone so far as him unironically proposing a flying version: the AeroGavin. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SwHqLtK_TpY quote:The staff car driver was not known to the General, who thought the man had probably been built from the leftovers of the Mount Rushmore carvings. Certainly his sergeant’s uniform appeared to be very tight on him, but he drove smoothly enough and showed all the correct courtesies. The General would have preferred his own regular driver, whose name eluded him at this moment. Especially less than 30 pages before the end of the book with no impending resolution? quote:‘You’ve got it sewn up nicely, Mike,’ said the General, beaming. ‘Very good organisation. Well done.’ That's also how I get through this book. quote:The Captain made a sound which the General took to be humorous. I promise, Gardner, you can make fewer references to what the reader knows. quote:‘Sure have,’ said the General. From above came the clatter of a helicopter, flying low, as though following the convoy. Mazzard, of course, quickly talks his way past the gate guard. quote:‘You don’t want to inspect that honour guard, do you, sir?’ Mazzard asked. But the General, in spite of his hangover, appeared intent on doing everything correctly. Slowly he passed down the ranks of men, stopping to ask questions of every third soldier. "Eat some delicious ice cream?" quote:‘No. Major.’ The General was very firm. ‘They don’t need to see any of this. Don’t really know why we bothered with an escort of this size. No, we go and have a look. Now let’s move. I don’t want to hang around here all day. Just the four of us.’ Before he had even stopped speaking, the General began to walk purposefully, his back as straight as a ramrod, towards the buildings huddled close to the rockface. The very few photos of the Cheyenne Mountain Complex indicate that this isn't far off from reality! quote:The marines, for all their immaculate appearance, were co-operative and unquestioning. After a word from the NORAD Captain, one spoke into a white intercom, then they stood aside as the blast-proof panels slid noiselessly back. Now firmly in quote:On the other side of the doors, a wide passage led to a T-junction corridor. Looking to left and right, the General saw large swing doors set at intervals along the cross-stroke passage. Straight ahead were similar doors, marked in bold white lettering Gallery: Main Operations. For comparison, the actual NORAD Tactical Operations Center as of 2009. quote:The General let out a slow whistle. He remembered seeing smaller versions of things like this, but never anything on such a scale. ‘I’d be grateful, Colonel, if you’d come over by me and tell us about this amazing display.’ "Now over here is our Santa Tracker..." quote:‘Now, if we get something new from, let us say, the Soviet Union, this is immediately picked up on the trace. Within seconds, our SDS – Satellite Data System – relays details. We would take action before knowing exactly what the new object is; but it’s all very fast when it happens, which it does quite often.’ Anything that speeds this up! quote:‘Anything you want, sir.’ The Colonel led them out of the Main Operations Gallery and along the corridor to their left until they came to one of the sets of swing doors, marked KS Control. ‘Killersat,’ the Colonel explained, leading the way into a large chamber. "Our normal study that everyone does." quote:The officer in command slowly stood up. ‘Very well, sir,’ he muttered and began to move around to the rear of the large console. Within a few minutes he had the big spools of tape in containers, on top of which he placed a number of flat metal boxes, containing the computer printouts. ‘Anything else the General requires?’ the officer asked. ......oh? quote:It had all happened that morning, during the helicopter ride to Peterson Field. And there were pills that handled everything. Which took effect after one chapter. quote:As he swung around, grasping the Colonel’s big Colt .45, Bond realised that Mazzard was reaching for his gun, yelling as he did so: ‘Don’t listen to the General! Don’t listen to him! The man’s crazy! Take no orders from him!’ "Sir, why do you have a British accent?" quote:As though to underline the order, the entire chamber shook with the dull thud of an explosion from the direction of the main entrance. Remember how much was made about how the drugged soldiers would basically do whatever they were told without flaw? And now they all seem to be back to normal? quote:By this time, they had all realised the danger. Bond turned to the Colonel. ‘They’ll try for a quick break-in,’ he said, willing himself to remain calm. ‘Blast their way through with anti-tank rockets . . .’ Those would be the basic M72 LAW rockets, disposable anti-tank rocket launchers in service since 1963. They're very cheap and light weapons, weighing 5.5 pounds in the variants in use at this time, and have seen use into the modern day in the Middle East due to their lighter weight than the M136 AT4 intended to replace them. quote:‘Don’t worry, Colonel, that’s not your fault. The point is that those bastards’ll smash their way in, hacking with knives if they have to. If that skull-face is out there, they’ll be even more determined. What’ve we got in the way of defence?’ .....the gently caress? The ArmaLite AR-18 is an assault rifle developed as a cheaper and simpler alternative to the AR-15 that was adopted by the US as the M16. The short-stroke gas piston design, made from stamped and bent sheet metal, failed to achieve any significant military sales or success in American testing. It mostly served as an influence on later assault rifles like the L85, G36, and FN F2000 in its operating system. Of all possibilities, the place the AR-18 saw its most infamous success was with the IRA, who acquired a number of AR-18s (and the semi-auto AR-180s) and used them to name their "Armalite and ballot box" strategy of engaging in violent armed resistance while Sinn Féin attempted to win elections. At the time Gardner wrote this book, this would be the most prominent usage of the AR-18. I have no idea what he was thinking. quote:The weapon felt good in Bond’s hands, and he grabbed magazines from the Colonel, stuffing them into his uniform jacket and slamming one into position on the gun. "One man at a time" would be an incredibly bad way of doing this. No grenades? No automatic covering fire? quote:Then, through the smoke, SPECTRE’S men started to enter the reception area. Tiocfaidh ár lá! quote:Finally the smoke began to clear, and even Bond winced to see the damage they had done. Then he reloaded, bracing himself. From outside there came yet another explosion, then a shout. Yeah, there's no serious issues with the mind control ice cream. All of the soldiers have been shaken out of it by the attack so there's no lingering concerns. quote:Outside, there was more carnage. Medical teams worked on the wounded and carried away the dead. The one APC was still burning, and there were great gaps in the cyclone fencing. "Dammit, Colonel, we're almost out of book! Just forget the plot and keep shooting!" quote:The sergeant with the radio called to the Colonel that there was a civilian helicopter a mile away. ‘A woman. Keeps making calls, asking permission to put down. Wants to know if we’ve got a Mr Bond with us, sir.’ Evil, truly. quote:Bond quickly explained to the Colonel that he must get away, saying he would contact him as soon as possible. ‘Any problems, call the White House. Say you ran into a Mr Bond. They’ll clear it, I think.’
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quote:Then, with speed and complete surprise, General Banker moved, his body pivoting in front of the Colonel, one hand reaching out to wrench the Colonel’s pistol from its holster. And it's scream! bang! shout! Raise an awful din! Trin Tragula fucked around with this message at 18:33 on Dec 14, 2020 |
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