Golden Arm

Disclaimer: The characters of James Bond and Gargoyles are created and owned by someone else as this for fan fiction purposes only.

AN: This will be set a week after the events of the Bond film GoldenEye and during the second season of Gargoyles aftermath of the events of City of Stone

The likeness of James Bond is a cross between Sean Connery and Pierce Brosnan.

Chapter: One

A chilly start

Somewhere in Switzerland

It was dead cold.

The Swiss panorama which the two men inhabited alone was covered in pristine white, the chill in the air raping their pores. Silently they marched, as if robotically, towards the lake at the bottom of the hill.

Beruga's hands were tied tightly behind his back. There was no escape for him. He would be left here in the middle of nowhere, his blood fouling the odd serenity of the snow, only to be found weeks later by some German tourist a frozen bloodied corpse.

It would be proper murder. Not the fake murder in books of questions, coroners and post mortems, but the sort where the local chief of police would take one look at the face, dust his hands together and suppress the inevitable investigation that would waste his precious funds. It would be textbook, a single shot in the head. Revenge, no doubt. Drugs, probably.

Bond held the end of his pistol to the back of Beruga's head at the flat section of his skull. It didn't have to be like this. Bond thought back to when he first met Beruga, in the small bar in Zurich. He had seemed perfectly reasonable then, someone with whom Bond could work, a professional. He had a wrinkled face, though he could not have been more than fifty. His eyes; a steel blue exposing a determination to win at whatever cost. They had talked about the mission, about the target, and Beruga had seemed then to share Bond's objectives. With his help Bond had tracked down O'Murphy and disposed of him. The mission had been a success.

But Bond had forgotten something important. Despite his own heritage, never trust the Swiss.

Beruga turned. As Bond had slipped the pill of benzedrine onto his tongue and washed it down with a shot of Smirnoff Blue Beruga's real motives became clear to him. After all of OO7's hard work he would get none of the credit. Yes, of course, that was Beruga's game all along. The scheming bastard would report back to his superiors who would then contact Regent's Park and knife Bond's career. It would be a hatchet job, simple as that.

OO7 needed this success. He needed the credit. He was not in favour, and his abilities and professionalism were being questioned. Hell, he was questioning them. He would wake up in the morning, hands shaking and with beads of cold sweat dripping off him.

He would look at himself, staring at the mirror, ashamed that he was not what he once was. He still felt betrayal, why because after all these years to see a friend of his die on a mission only to turn up alive years later and tried to kill him.

Alec Trevelyan

A name that still haunts him after a week of what had transpired. He has a slight flashback in his mind in meeting face to face once again.

Bond has just discovered that "Janus" is none other than Trevelyan

"Alec?" Spoke a Stunned Bond

"Back from the dead. No longer just an anonymous star on the memorial wall at MI6. What's the matter, James? No glib remark? No pithy comeback?" Sneered Alec

"Why?" Asked Bond with utter shock under his breath.

"Hilarious question, particularly from you. Did you ever ask why? Why we toppled all those dictators, undermined all those regimes? Only to come home - "Well done, good job, but sorry, old boy, everything you risked your life and limb for has changed." Answered Alec

"It was the job we were chosen for." Responded Bond

Alec scoffed it off "Of course you would say that. James Bond, Her Majesty's loyal terrier, defender of the so-called faith." Replied Alec as he sees James draw out his gun "Oh please, James, put it away. It's insulting to think I haven't anticipated your every move."

"Yes. I trusted you, Alec." Growled Bond who lowered his weapon

"Trust — what a quaint idea." Spat Alec

"How did MI6's screening miss that your parents were Lienz Cossacks?" Pondered Bond

"Once again, your faith is misplaced. They knew. We're both orphans, James. But where your parents had the luxury of dying in a climbing accident, mine survived the British betrayal and Stalin's execution squads... but my father couldn't let himself or my mother live with the shame of it. MI6 figured I was too young to remember... and in one of life's little ironies, the son went to work for the government whose betrayal caused the father to kill himself and his wife." Replied Alec

"Hence "Janus", the two-faced Roman god come to life." Bond informed Alec

"It wasn't God who gave me this face. It was you," said Alec with a gesture to his scars "Setting the timers three minutes instead of six."

"Am I supposed to feel sorry for you?" Asked Bond

"No. You're supposed to die for me. By the way, I did think of asking you to join my little scheme, but somehow I knew that 007's loyalty was always to the mission — never to his friend. Closing time, James. Last call." Said Alec

Like a funeral procession they reached the lake, it's closing time and last call for the target.

'Lie down.' Bond ordered.

Beruga did. Bond was aware that Beruga would no doubt try and kick him as he tied his feet together and there was onlyone way to stop that. Out of his right jacket pocket he retrieved a silencer and attached it to his Walther PPK. Abruptly, without a single emotion evident on his face, he shot twice each in he knee. Beruga tried to scream, but the masking tape had silenced him forever.

Bond dragged the worthless bastard to the lake and forced his head under the calm water. The blue eyes stared up at him, as if begging for mercy, like a dog. But it was too late, and Bond held his face under the clear water until the skin took on the grey cloak of death.

Job done and mission accomplished, he could of said no to the mission and spent some time with Natalya Simonova, but England needed him and so he went about doing his job with no complaints.

For now he will keep his past buried regarding Alec, but he won't forget this like what happened to his wife Tracy, events like that will haunt him for a long time to come.

Somewhere in Cuba

The ruins of the control room still stand after last week's incident, but frozen in time due to liquid nitrogen covering this ruined place and a man stands still with his arms raised in the air as if he is proclaiming something incredible, it seems the room is thawing out by a small fire that started.

Water has formed on the floor and slowly the man started to thaw out, his eyes blinked and his jaw is twitching. Only then all of the liquid nitrogen thawed off his body, the man takes a deep breath and yelled in an English/Russian accent

"I AM INVINCIBLE"

When he spoke those words which his arms are still stuck in mid-air, he foolishly tried to bring his left arm down, only for it to fall off and shatter to the floor in pieces of skin and blood. He stumbled to where the fire and allowed himself to be fully thawed out, he is indeed alive and invincible, his name is.

Boris Grishenko

He knew he had to leave before anyone finds him, he found a medical kit and bandaged his lost limb. He couldn't go back to Russia, they would kill him and he has one option left go to America to seek out his cousin to get protection from his enemies, Boris understands his cousin is a crime boss that has connections.

Havana, Cuba

This is the capital city, largest city, province, major port, and leading commercial center of city has a population of 2.1 million inhabitants, and it spans a total of 781.58 km2 (301.77 sq mi) – making it the largest city by area, the most populous city, and the fourth largest metropolitan area in the Caribbean.

In the pouring rain Boris stands at a payphone and he just made a call to his cousin in America, he is anxious to leave this country and did not want to be found. He needed protection and his cousin could protect him along with that his skills can be useful to him. A man spoke on the other line.

"I wish to speak to Tony Dracon," spoke Boris "Tell him it's his cousin Boris and I can be of service, but I need protection in return."

"Yes, yes," nodded "I am in Havana right now."

"Glasses said you needed help," spoke Dracon over the phone "So it better be worth my time,"

"it will be," said Boris "I assure you it will be profitable, for family sake."

"Right for that, my mother's side of the family" replied Dracon "Very I will arrange it and you better be on that damn plane."

"I will," said Boris

Click

The phone conversation ended which Boris smiled while the rain is pouring down and thunder echoed in the background. He left to get to the airport, by pulling out his umbrella to keep himself dry.

Unknown to him someone was watching from a window in disguise of a poor citizen of Havana, snapping photos of Boris with a camera, a wanted man her employers in the CIA would find this interesting to know the last member of Janus is alive.

To Be continued?