Aoi Dragon: This is a test fan fiction. I want to see the reactions to this fic. If there is interest, please review. If you hate it or want to flame it, go ahead too. Please be constructive, though. Tell me why you hate the fic to much. If you're purists of LotR, I completely understand why you don't want people to mess around with the world of Tolkien.
007 James Bond runs through the underground hall. He has set the timers to six minutes in honor of his dead friend, 006 Alec Trevelyan. It is Bond's revenge on those Russian bastards that murdered him almost nine years ago. Even though Ourumov had not been in the barracks, destroying this base would definitely hurt the Russian's assets.
As Bond runs, he comes to a sudden halt. This hall had not been in the floor plans MI6 had given him. The corridor is dark with only a few flashing red lights indicating that it was there, otherwise Bond would have missed it completely while escaping from the barracks. Curious, he sprints down the hall. He suddenly feels cold and stops, drawing his gun. He slowly scans the darkness and listens for any enemy footsteps. He slowly makes his way forward watching, waiting for any movement or sound.
His foot suddenly steps into open space, and Bond loses his balance. His quick reflexes kick in, and he reaches out to grab the ledge only to find that it isn't there. He closes his eyes; this is the end of 007 James Bond.