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James Bond, C.M.G., R.N. was a Senior Operational Officer of the 00 branch, an ultra-covert black operations unit within the Secret Intelligence Service (SIS/MI6). As an agent of the 00 branch, Bond held code number 007.
As a teenager, Bond attended Fettes College where he won numerous athletic and martial arts competitions. During this time he also grew closer to his foster father Hannes Oberhauser, though this bond was cut short as Oberhauser's biological son Franz, grew jealous and murdered him in what many thought to be a skiing accident. After graduating from Fettes at the age of 17, Bond began attending the Britannia Royal Naval College. While there, Bond excelled in all areas of training and joined the British Royal Navy.
During his time in the military, Bond served under different branches, such as the Special Boat Service, Naval Intelligence, 030 Special Forces Unit, all under distinction. During his tenure at the RNR DI Group, Bond attended specialized courses at Cambridge, Oxford and other institutions. Bond left the RNR DI Group after recruitment by MI6 at the age of 30.
After years of service Bond eventually retired to live out his life with his girlfriend and daughter of former Specter leader Mister White, Madeleine Swann, with who he had a daughter called Mathilde with. They later broke up, however, after a failed assassination attempt by Specter, as Bond (erroneously) believed that Swann informed the organization of their whereabouts.
Five years later, Bond reluctantly came out of retirement after MI6 reseacher Valdo Obruchev was kidnapped by Lyutsifer Safin, who planned to his knowledge of the Heracles bio weapon for his own ends. During this mission, Bond reconciled with Madeleine and rekindled their relationship. To make sure Heracles was destroyed, Bond opened the blast doors of Safin's base, allowing the British Navy to directly hit the research center where it was being developed. Having been injured during a fight with Safin, Bond was unable to escape the blast radius, but not before giving Madeleine a heart filled goodbye over the radio.
Battle vs. Captain Price (Reboot) (by BattleGames1)[]
Captain Price breathed slowly and heavily as he traipsed as slowly as he could through the dense shrubbery. His Task Force was slowly coming up the rear, their rifles drawn as they all closed in on the target. Price then talked on the intercom to his air support.
"Do we a visual on the safehouse, Kate?"
Kate responded from her CIA station "We've got it on satellite feed, Price. No sign of Bond. Don't even have a heat signature..."
"Copy that" Price said as he drew more heavy breaths. He thought back to his meeting with the head of the Nine Eyes Alliance, codenamed C, just several hours prior at his Shard CNS office. Ever since that night, something felt a bit... off but for the first time in a long while, he didn't seem to know what it was.
Yesterday Evening...
Price entered into the office donned with his usual formal attire of combat jeans, shirt and combat hat. However this combat gear stood in stark contrast to the almost pristine technical layout, and to C's more technical and slick business attire. As Price saluted the man, C crossed his hands in front of his mouth and looked up. Composing himself, C said "At ease, Captain Price" and gestured to the chair in front of the desk "Would you care for a seat Captain? Perhaps a cup of tea?"
Price lowered his face to look at the nerd, and easing himself a little he said "I prefer standing and keeping boots on the ground, sir". As C stood up from his chair, briefing in hand, and walked to the other side of the desk, Price continued with his quip "And at this time, I prefer a proper pint".
C nodded his head courteously noting indeed the stark difference in nature between the two of them. "Very well. I suppose I ought to give you this then" C handed Price the folder containing the brief for the mission. Cleverly constructed by SPECTRE and Blofeld of course.
Price opened up the folder to find the mission details as well as pictures of Bond in action both in Britain and abroad. There was also a paper list of safehouses on the European continent that were dutifully crossed out in accordance with intelligence.
"I'm sure you know of our precarious situation with the man known as James Bond..." C said as he walked back towards his chair only to stand close to his desk lamp. "Ever since the 00 program was shut down by the Prime Minister, Bond has gone off the grid... and I have every reason to believe he has lost his mind too. You've seen the news recently. Police officers and military personnel murdered, attempted assassinations... Bond has become a very dangerous man."
Price read through the forged personnel file and stared at it intently. "With all due respect, sir... that's the kind of man you're going to get when you give him a licence to kill"
C stared at Bond menacingly but kept his cool "It takes a licenced killer to know one. That is why Task Force 141 was recommended to me for this hunt. Our intelligence counterparts in the mainland have tracked him down to where we think he is hiding."
Price closed the folder and placed it back on the desk. He thought about the next words to say, and what his forthcoming plan of action is. In the span of a few seconds, he's just figured out what to do to ensure that the right job gets done. And in that time he thought back to the personnel file, the evidence pointing to Bond's location and the general demeanour of the office. Eyes quickly darting around before coming back to C's own face, Price said "Alright. 141 will take the mission"
C smiled and looked back on his computer for a while before turning to Price "Good. There'll be a plane taking you and your men to Hamburg tomorrow, scheduled to depart at 1000 hours. I suggest you and your men are briefed and prepared"
"Thank you sir" Price said before saluting and exiting the room, hiding his disdain for what he sees is possibly someone who has just painted one of the most honourable men in the world as a threat.
Present...
Price and Gaz walked towards the thinning line of trees, entering into a clearing where the safehouse was. The team pointed their guns around the place as they moved faster towards the place. Price signalled to Soap and Ghost that they are to wait outside and provide sentry in case Bond is not inside the house. Meanwhile, Gaz and Price ascended up the stairs and stood by the door. Noticing that it was ajar, Price carefully opened it up and headed inside.
The interior of the house looked like a very quaint setting albeit with some evidence to suggest that someone was recently inside. Price pointed his rifle into every room, and so did Gaz - despite the evidence, the rooms were said to be "Clear". Gaz said to Price "I'll see if he's in the upstairs rooms, sir." Price nodded, following Gaz's lead from behind but keeping his eyes alert and pointed behind him.
Upstairs however presented the team with the same situation - every room was disturbed but no-one was present. The rooms were just... quiet. At this point, Gaz suggested to Price that they call it in and the MI6 lead was a bust. Price wasn't so sure about it though. He told Gaz that he has a gut feeling that Bond is going to strike soon.
"How can you tell sir?" the protege asked with concern. Price stared out the window and quipped back his rhetorical response "How else do you think he got his 00 badge?"
Price was right. Bond's stealth and ability to strike suddenly was one of his key traits... as Ghost and Soap would find out so painfully. For Bond was hiding in a small space between the safehouse bunker and the raised foundation. He spied carefully as the two sentries strolled around the premise as they covered more ground. He held his breath as he saw Soap and Ghost started to get further and further away from each other until Ghost neared the blindspot by the garage.
Ghost checked around the structure, tapping on the walls and keeping his eyes peeled - Bond could see that he was looking out towards the driveway and road before turning back to garage. Seizing the opportunity when Ghost's back was turned, Bond slid out from his hiding spot and grabbed the soldier from behind, holding him in a sleeper hold. The soldier struggled to reach for his helmet to tap into the intercom but Bond applied enough force on his throat that eventually caused him to collapse. Unconscious but alive... for now at least. Sensing Soap about to head towards Ghost's position, Bond grabbed Ghost's intercom and tossed it out behind the garage.
"Soap. Any activity on the perimeter?" Price asked through the intercom. Soap radioed back "Negative sir. We got no visual from the forest. Ghost and I-" Soap paused when he noticed Ghost had gone missing. Price noticed something was wrong "Soap, what happened to Ghost?"
"What happened to Ghost sir?" Gaz asked as he and Price stood atop the stairs. Price furrowed his brow and walked down the stairs, Gaz tailing behind him.
Soap managed to turn the corner and spot the unusual hole on the trellis. He also spotted Ghost's intercom bud just there on the floor. No sign of the body. As Soap got closer to the bud, he was just about to call in to Price but Bond leaps out from behind and holds Soap in a choke hold, applying as much pressure as he did with Ghost. Soap struggled with all his might and even though Soap tried his best to stamp on Bond's feet, Bond was able to quietly avoid the footwork and pressed harder until Soap too collapsed uncocnscious.
As Bond dragged Soap's body into the bunker, he heard Price and Gaz hop out of the house and call for their missing companions. Price then asked Kate on the phone if Bond was picked up on their satellite imagery.
Kate checked the satellite footage and says that Bond must've been very good at his steath work because "Bond somehow wasn't picked up by our satellites. Even thermal imaging didn't pick him up... but we did see Soap's and Ghost's disappear. Our team here thought it was a glitch..."
Price was furious and was about to yell at Kate for this blunder but as soon as he reached the alley between the garage and house that Soap and Ghost traipsed through, Bond suddenly peeked out from behind the garage with his Steyr and started spraying bullets in their vicinity. Gaz and Price fired their rifles back but Bond was able to hide behind the wall. Gaz was signalled by Price to go round the back and trap bond that way.
Bond, however, was able to anticipate this and rushed straight towards Gaz's side. With a single jump, Bond slammed the butt of his rifle in Gaz's face, knocking Gaz out cold. Gracefully turning around as soon as he finished his slam, he turned to see Price aim his rifle straight down his way. Thinking quickly, Bond let off a few more warning shots in Price's way, forcing him to take cover behind the garage wall.
As Price took cover and fired back, he noticed the hole in the trellis and deduced that it could lead to an area underneath the house. Bond made his way towards Price's position while continuing to fire off more shots. Steadying himself, Price waited until Bond was real close before he could slam his gun against Bond's Steyr and try to push the spy aside.
Bond regained his footing however and ran towards Price with a body slam of his own. As Price lay on the ground coughing in pain, Bond ran under his secret exit/entrance. As soon as Price was able to get onto his feet, Kate radioed in on the intercom.
"Come in, Bravo Six. What's your status?"
Price coughed a bit as he brought Kate up to speed "My team's down. I'm in pursuit of the target but he's gone underground. Comms will not be functional. Over"
"Copy that, Price. Just get the job done by all means necessary. A team will be on your way to collect your squad. Over"
Price looked down the long concrete tunnel with flickering lights. Realising he might deal with close quarters, Price set down his Kilo before getting his backpack down too. Inside the pack were his MP7 PDW and the trusty M13. After holstering the pistol on his belt and slinging the Kilo on his back, Price made his way into the tunnel. He was sweating and his walking was a bit heavy owing to that physical altercation but he knew he had to get his mission done.
Coming to another slightly ajar metal door, Price stuck the barrel of his gun through and had a peek, seeing another concrete hallway going down towards what could be the main foyer-like area. Price continued to carefully peer through the optics and walk slowly but surely, making sure that he didn't make any sound. As soon as Price reached the foyer-like area, decorated with equally fancy furnishings as the upstairs room, he scanned the area hoping that Bond would not leap out of thin air.
Bond meanwhile hugged his UMP in his arms as he remained crouched behind another wall, trying to get a sense on where his opponent was going to be. Peering round the corner, he finds Price's back turned towards him. Killer instinct running wild in his head, now knowing that this man - whoever he was - was sent to hunt him down, Bond dropped his gun slowly onto the floor and unsheathed his knife.
Slinking behind the captain, Bond hoped he could either disable or subdue the man... but to his surprise, Price turned around and elbowed him in the jaw. With such force too. Bond was slammed against the wall but his grip on the knife tightened and when John tried to aim and shoot his MP7 at Bond, Bond swept his arms upward, causing the gun to fire up towards the ceiling and the lights. Awkwardly positioning his wrist, Bond was able to get at least one stab attempt at Price on his midriff penetrating the body armour he had on but only getting a small distance into the skin. Still, Price winced in pain some more when Bond stamped on his foot causing him to collapse on his side.
This was the 2nd time that Bond has managed to outplay him physically, and Price was starting to convince himself that C was right and Bond really did lose his senses. As far as he knew, Bond was going to kill him then and there. Unless...
Mustering up the strength he had, Price reached for his M13 in his holster and as soon as Bond appeared again towards him, UMP in hand, Price took aim... but not at Bond's heart but rather his hand containing the UMP. "Look mate, I don't want to kill you." he said as he took aim, but Bond simply stared him down. In that split second before Bond lowered his weapon, Price fired. Because of his hazy mind, Price's bullet only got the barrel of the gun... but it was, to Price, a lucky shot since the damaged barrel pissed off Bond. Before Bond could toss his PDW aside, Price fired off another shot but missed Bond's hand by about several inches. Enraged, Bond withdrew his own pistol and fired it at Price's chest. Again, like it did with the knife, the body armour managed to slow down the bullet before it could do serious damage... but it was dangerously close to the lung. To Bond however, this was enough to disable the opponent.
Keeping his gun aimed at Price, Bond went up to him and kept the Walther pressed against the temple. Looking at Price straight in the eye, Bond asked "Funny way of showing that. Now who are you?"
Price felt very weak after that near fatal shot but with enough strength and willpower coursing through his veins, he was able to utter some words that surprised Bond: "I... can... help... you..."
Bond, trusting that this wasn't a trap, holstered his pistol away and strained to carry Price over his shoulder. Price could see that he was being taken away by his so-called target up the stairs from the bunker room but due to his injuries, he was fading in and out of consciousness. Then it went black for Price.
An hour or so later...
Price was jolted awake by a slap on the face. Fading into consciousness, Price started to make out the face of Bond, sitting in front of him. He looked around and saw that his shirt, his body armour, his intercom and his guns were gone. Instead, he had a bandage wrapped around his torso, a bloodstain where he was shot slowly continuing to form. He also noticed his hands are tied. Price struggled to break free, but Bond decided to set him at ease.
"Don't worry, you'll be let out of your chains soon enough..." Bond mused as he sat back and sighed, crossing his arms. "You're British special forces, right?"
"Captain Jonathan Price, 22nd SAS Regiment" Price said, noting that Bond was sounding a bit more... calmer than expected. Then again, Price was thinking that Bond could be easily talked to given the circumstances.
"Regiment scouts..." Bond mused aloud before taking up his glass of brandy and sipping it. "I take it then that your visit here was not one for a scouting trip"
Price chuckled "Well... backwater countryside isn't the expected place for a canoeist to hang out, aight?"
Bond chuckled right back as he downed another gulp of drink. Putting the glass down, he then picked up his Walther and let his hand dangle by the leg. "You said you could help me. How can I trust that you will do that?" Bond asked.
Price smirked "Well... trust is one of those things that needs to be earned, innit? Maybe this is a trap after all. But I know about you, Bond. More than that pesky dictator C"
Bond leaned forward, fist still wrapped around the handle and finger on the trigger "But wasn't it C who sent you here to kill me?"
Bond himself shuffled his chair forward as he continued to stare into Bond's eyes "C sent me on a mission to either kill you or bring you home. I'm definitely bringing you home."
Bond reciprocated his prisoner's cold stare "And C would like it if you brought me back in a bodybag"
Price's expression relaxed "C has got you all wrong, mate. I know you're trying to fight for what's right" Price repositioned himself to be upright "And I want to help you. But you need to talk to me and my team"
Bond seemed to be interested in Price's offer for an alliance and looked down on the floor and his gun in his hand for a while as he processed the information.
Relenting, Bond set the Walther aside and got up to untie Price. It was something about Price that made him want to trust him but there was also that feeling that untying him could be a big mistake. Lucky the weapons and the men are taken to a place further away than the kitchen.
After untying Price, Bond stood up and walked over to the table. Leaning on it and turning around, Price asks "What is C's endgame here? If he's targetting you and making you out to be a terrorist, then you've done something to scare him"
Bond walked over to the desk and poured both himself and Price a small sliver of whisky into the two tumblers besides Price. Price picked up his glass and swigged down the load. Bond downed his portion and looked out the window, sensing that Price's reinforcements will arrive shortly.
"One word. Spectre." Bond said before going over to offer Price his combat gear back. "We don't have much time. I need you to kill me."
Price smugly chuckled as he undid the bandage around his waist. He knew what Bond was planning. He was just figuring out how to explain to his superiors - including Kate - exactly what happened. "Thought we'd get to know each other a bit..."
Bond went to the secret door passage underneath the stairwell and Price finished loading himself up. 'This better work...' he thought as he looked out the door towards the hills and over the horizon.
Later that evening...
C looked very pleased with himself. The plan had worked. He could now report to Blofeld that Bond was no longer a problem for them. He eyed the pictures for a while showing Bond lying on the floor covered in blood, his Walther next to him looking like the magazine was empty.
"You've done well, Captain" C put the pictures down on the desk. He bent forward a bit to look at Price's stoic face.
"All part of the job, sir" Price simply said before being told to stand at ease. Price then looked down at the desk jockey and waited for him to say "Is there anything else, Captain?"
Price said "I spoke to my contacts in the CIA about the information you provided me with at the start. How you used your best intelligence analysts to find the safehouse where Bond was staying"
C looked back down and continued to write on his documents "What did they tell you?"
Price sighed "They expressed concern about how you acquired the information so quickly. Even Kate and her superiors were surprised at how you were able to narrow down Bond's trail"
C looked back up at Price and calmly suggested "The Nine Eyes Alliance have their ways. But that's above your clearance level, Captain."
Price decided now was the time to let it out "Do those ways include hacking into people's private phone numbers without reason? Or looking through city security cameras without going through a back channel?"
C put his equipment down and glared at Price "Did Kate tell you all this?"
Price scoffed at the idea "Kate? She's a good friend but she does have her loyalty with the CIA"
C was not convinced "The Americans like to play dirty, don't they? We offer a hand of friendship and they shake it while crossing their fingers behind their back"
He stood up from his position and continued to stare menacingly at Price "This Alliance is perhaps the best thing to happen in this century. With our network of agencies, we will be able to prevent terrorists from harming innocent civilians and blowing up our cities"
This sentence struck a chord with Price, remembering what Gaz said after the Piccadilly Circus incident. However to Price, what he and the Met had was credible actionable intelligence. Intelligence that was acted upon too late, admittedly. But this Nine Eyes program...
"Even if it means overstepping personal boundaries?"
C retorted "Don't pretend that you and the CIA do these kinds of things too. After all, I know you don't like red tape, Price"
Price snarled back "I might not like red tape, sir. But what you and the Nine Eyes program doing is a far worse evil than that. From what I hear from Kate... you're treating everyone as hostile."
C then let his true self out the moment that Price poked his finger at his chest. "Because everyone is, Captain. Society and democracy are but a mask. The truth is... there needs to be something firm in place to keep the peace. Without Nine Eyes, chaos reigns because silly national pen-pushers and nerdy analysts take too long to piece the puzzle together."
Price glared at C, a frown and furrowed brow on his face. He tried to clench his hand into a fist... but then he remembered the plan.
"Will that be all, Captain?" C asked, smugly assuming victory.
Price drew another heavy breath before saying "All that intelligence gathering and yet... I don't think you know me that well"
As Price turned around to leave, he cocked his head to the side, pretending to take off his hat.
But what really was happening before C's eyes astonished him. Appearing in front of the glass door to the room was Bond aiming his Walther directly at him.
And at the sound of Bond firing his gun, Price ducked down and shielded himself from the glass shards raining on him. When the shots died down, Price looked up and saw Bond standing next to him. C's body was laid out on the desk, 3 bullet holes on his chest.
Price stood up and complimented Bond on his work. Holstering the gun away, Bond then patted Price on the shoulder and left the room saying "We've got work to do"
Price stood up and followed Bond out of the room, pausing to look back at C's corpse for a moment.
'Looks like the new mission begins...' he mused to himself before straightening his hat and walking away.
Winner: James Bond
Expert's Opinion[]
This was a close match with voters noting that Price packed the superior guns while Bond was the physically superior fighter (given that there was limited info on Price's own physical skils). Although Reboot Price is no slouch as a spec-ops warrior, he ultimately proved to be no match for Bond who was more experienced especially having fought foes that were borderline superhuman or just as trained in spec-ops as Price.
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Battle vs. Jason Bourne (by SpyMaster007)[]
James Bond was walking down a staircase when he was kicked by Jason Bourne, making him tumble to the ground. Angered by the cheap shot, James drew his Walther and aimed. Bourne managed to duck out of time before heading down. He then took cover behind a wall.
“You’re gonna pay for that one, mate!” Bond yelled.
“Fuck you!” Bourne replied.
Jason then took out his grenade launcher and opened fire, but James saw it coming and rolled out of the way quickly. He then shoots, hitting Jason in the arm and making him drop his pistol. Pissed, Jason ran towards Bond, kicked away the pistol, before punching him. The American then took out a pen and tried to stab the Brit. But James scissor kicked Jason to the ground, making him fall. However, Jason managed to kick him away. Jason then grabbed his sniper rifle and made a hail mary shot.
James it hit in the leg, and as a reply, he unloads his submachine gun. With a yell, Jason ran away but as he ran, he noticed a beeping wristwatch attached on his leg. James Bond walks away as Jason’s legs are taken out of him, leaving the poor American to die in agonizing shock and pain.
Expert's Opinion[]
James Bond won because he simply has the better and more advanced weapons, not to mention better training and experience.
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Battle vs. Hex (by SentryNeo)[]
No battle written.
WINNER: JAMES BOND
Expert's Opinion[]
TBA
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