Art by  Luciellia go praise her post, here: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/23585692/

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I'm sure many of you have seen it, but for those who didn't, go look at this: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/10078366/

Back in 2013, Amaranth gave me that homage poster, and I began to write little 'Ames Sond' scenes. So, after having done a handful in 'Casssino Royale' and one in 'Sssspectre,' here is my return to 'Sssskyfall.' (To see the other Sond things, go here: http://www.furaffinity.net/gallery/...../Ames-Sond-00S )

For the scene below, just so you know, this is the person in the role of the female agent: https://www.dropbox.com/s/6hih7epew.....Sheba.png?dl=0 Just, you know, not a pirate.

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Excerpt from 'Sssskyfall' - Insanity in Istanbul

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Agent 00S, Ames Sond, was in hot pursuit of a getaway vehicle.

Driving the python's Range Rover was a junior field agent, code-named 'Windstorm.' She was a lethal beauty with golden eyes and hair to match. Her call-sign had been bestowed upon her after her first mission, wherein she had torn through a house singlehandedly, like a tornado, in search of her target and the information he had hidden.

Men had lay dead or dying, killed with objects that would have seemed innocuous before becoming implanted in their bodies. It was as if a hurricane had flung them into their flesh.

Sond wasn't sure whether he was happy or not that the semi-lupine girl drove like she fought. He coiled up his body tighter in the back seat that his long form almost overflowed.

Their vehicle ripped through the tight, people-choked streets of Istanbul, after the dark sedan holding their quarry. The dense population somewhat slowed the fleeing car, to the advantage of the snake and the woman with the wolf ears.

After several corners that saw the sides of their rover scraped and their mirrors smashed, their prey sped into a market and crashed partially through a stall.

00S already had the sunroof of the Range Rover open and flowed up through it, extending out through the top of the vehicle faster than any of the legged people opening their doors to lean or leap out and open fire.

The serpent knew how big a target he was, towering above the SUV in excess of an average person's height. But he also knew how unexpected his position there was, so it remained a tenable option for a few seconds. He had the high ground, as it were, and he shot down at those exiting on the black sedan's passenger-side, downing one and wounding the other, a fox.

As the reptilian double-oh agent ducked back down into the rover, narrowly avoiding return fire, Windstorm was at a stalemate with the large bear who had been driving the car. As soon as she had gotten out and used her door as a shield, the former driver had unloaded on her using his fully automatic pistol with a magazine that was as big as he; a dual drum clip provided at least a hundred bullets.

She snarled in annoyance at being forced to keep her head down as even armoured glass shattered above it.

Her claws dug into the arm-rest attached to the door as yet another volley of bullets pinged and thudded against the reinforced exterior of the door, or whizzed through the destroyed window, mere inches above her head. Her anger kept her ears folded back, though she would have done that herself anyway, to avoid getting them pierced again.

Sond shot out from the rear passenger window without warning, launched from his bunched up loops, far beyond what the wounded vulpine shooter on that same side was expecting. Before he could compensate his aim, more red was added to his fur, and he fell.

A pair of the local police arrived, having been notified of the car chase. Had they known the extent of the violence in the middle of the market, they might have wisely kept their distance.

Instead, the bear used the last of his drums to down the both cops as the officers sailed past Windstorm's position. One bike, losing its suddenly lifeless driver, skidded into the stall next to the bear, while the other careened to a stop by smashing into a table next to the Range Rover. The table was destroyed, utterly. The bike continued to run.

In a flash, the bear had discarded the dual-drum-mag which had become naught but dead weight, and was getting on the bike. Windstorm stood and shouted, "Freeze!"

Sond sighed, slithering into the driver's seat of the Rover. "They never freeze, Stormy," he muttered.

The wolf-tailed one began to yell again, "I said, free--" She stopped and sighed, "Oh sod it," and began to open fire.

It was too late, the bear was off into the crowd, the girl couldn't risk more than a few shots.

"Get on that and GO," Ames ordered, pointing at the other police bike that lay nearby while in the midst of using his tail to shove out the windscreen that was laden with a web of cracks.

Windstorm was already grabbing it and giving chase. The nimble bikes darted off through the stalls and into an alley.

"Status report, 00S."

MI-6 were always on the line. M herself was directing this operation. Having noted a sudden lack of gunfire, she had chosen to speak up.

"I'm fine, thank you for asking," sneered Sond.

"No lip, Ames. What's happening?" she asked.

Sond pulled out of the market in his relatively less agile Rover and followed as best he could on the streets.

"We're in pursuit. Agent Stormy is on a motorbike, and so is the target."

The naga was only able to track the bear and the wolf-girl's movements thanks to direction by the technicians back home.

"Where..?" Ames began to mutter to himself as he pulled up to an intersection. A crash from above caught his attention and he leaned forward over the wheel, his long neck poking his snout out through where the windscreen would have been.

The whine and sputter of the two-wheeled vehicles' motors accompanied the sight of both bikes darting across the tightly clustered, multi-level rooftops of the age-old city.

Turning to follow, Sond pondered how stable Windstorm really was.

"00S, are we reading this right? Is her altitude 20 meters off the ground?"

"She's driving on the rooftops," said Ames, flatly, doing his best to keep up. He hammered the horn while his tail shifted between accelerator to brake and back again.

"Is she mad?" M sounded taken aback.

"She's determined."

Over his radio connection with Windstorm, the naga heard a crash of glass and a number of screams, followed by a screeching of tires. There was another clash of rubber and ground very soon thereafter. They were within the Grand Bazaar, one of the largest covered marketplaces in the world.

Sond drove alongside the exterior, falling behind in the obstructive, slow-moving traffic while the two bikes zig-zagged through corridors of people eager to quickly jump out of the way.

"We read her being at ground level again."

"Went through a window, I believe. After the target did."

"She IS mad!"

"Just practically-minded, I'm sure."

Soon the bikes were out on the streets again, on the side of the bazaar opposite from the ophidian in the Range Rover. Informed of this by the team at headquarters, he python forced his way forward all the same, making use of sidewalks and the oncoming lanes to keep roughly even with the two bikes, despite a wide gulf of urban landscape between them.

Racing out from the heart of the city, the bear and his lightly lupine pursuer came to be alongside a thick artery of train-tracks leading in and out of a nearby railyard. Sond himself sped down a wide boulevard on the other side of those same tracks, which lay upon lower ground than the streets that flanked them.

The ursine thug cut suddenly across to take a bridge spanning the rusted industrial to-and-fro. Windstorm was forced to speed past and double back to take the turn she just missed. "The bridge, 00S! Cut him off!"

Fishtailing and hooking through a jumble of oncoming traffic, Ames made it onto the crossing and within moments, was staring down at the approaching bear. He slammed on the brakes and even while still skidding to a halt, he lifted his torso up on his coils, out through the sunroof, aiming with his PPK.

Not bothering to attempt to command the enemy, he opened fire. He missed, because it was partially warning shots and partially his instability of platform, the car below him still stopping, making him teeter on his elevated, legless stance.

The burly mammal had already begun to stop and now leapt from the police two-wheeler, letting it roll on and topple over. Ames was moving toward him, slithering down from the roof, over the hood of the Rover, to make up for the distance the serpent had left, in case the bear hadn't stopped.

With a look of desperation as the naga approached, the bear glanced over the guard-rail of the bridge, then rolled off.

By then, Windstorm had herself come upon the scene, only seconds behind. Her bike's engine calmed as she slowed. Sond rushed to look over the edge, and saw the bear just beginning to stand up atop a moving train. In the back of his head, Ames heard the girl's bike revving up again, but he was focusing on some quick mental calculations. The 00 agent would glide over the bridge railing, his length would be enough to let him hang down and simply slither onto the train, he confirmed to himself.

"GET BACK IN THE CAR AND FOLLOW!" screamed Windstorm, over the sound of her suddenly blaring bike engine. Sond had just enough time to turn to see her coming, a crazy glint in her eye and her furred ears folded back. He jerked himself out of her way at the last second as she drove straight into the railing, on purpose.

The impact made the back of the motorcycle jerk upwards, launching her over the handlebars. She let out a maniacal laugh as she flew.

This was the girl's plan, of course, allowing her to leap forward, arms and legs cartwheeling as she was briefly airborne. Behind her, the bike spun through the air on a slightly different trajectory. She landed hard on the end of the train and rolled nearly off the container car.

'She really is mad,' thought Ames as he hurried back toward the Rover to find a way to follow.

Just beginning its journey and unaware of the drama unfolding on top of it, the train was still accelerating as it surged forward, out of the city. The bear had wasted no time in putting as much distance between himself and his two pursuers as soon as he had landed on the train.

Over the course of a minute, the young woman nearly caught up to her large, somewhat slow, suit-clad quarry. They raced over what seemed like a quarter-mile of identical cargo containers.

Soon, Sond's Rover burst through a line of bushes, the python having found a dirt road alongside the tracks, on the other side of the aforementioned greenery. His wheels kicked up the gravel that surrounded the tracks as his tail shoved the pedal down. He pushed his vehicle to move up along the side of the train, toward the two figures that stood atop it, silhouetted in the late day sun - one chasing the other.

Unexpectedly, the bear stopped running. He stood up straight in the middle of a container, back turned to the woman as she closed the last of the gap. She was so fixated on catching up to him, that when she drew her pistol, she nearly pressed it into his back. Perhaps the bear was counting on this, knowing she would disregard the standard practice of keeping a safe distance when drawing down on a target.

With speed that seemed unlikely in a person of his species and size, the bear whipped around, huge clawed paw smacking the gun out of Windstorm's hand. The firearm flew fully off the side of the train.

Snarling, the wolf-girl took up a combat stance.

The bear, towering over her, smirked. He then lashed out with the claws of the other hand. The agent dodged deftly, and jabbed a few quick punches at her opponent. They had no effect. Again, the ursine swung, and again he missed the quick wolfish woman. He growled as she sidestepped to hit his side, trying to strike him somewhere less protected by muscle or fat.

The fight went on in a similar fashion for a handful more one-sided exchanges, until the bear, after a particularly wild, rage-fuelled swing, appeared to lose his footing and took a knee.

Windstorm moved in a touch closer, and the large male burst forward, tackle-shoving the girl backward. It wasn't directly toward the side of the narrow container car, but it was certainly edgeward-oriented. She staggered back, cursing the ursine before she fell off the train.

The sound of her hitting the ground was surprisingly less gravelly and a lot more metallic than the bear would have imagined. He stepped up to the lip of the container to look and nearly had his ear shot off by Sond, who was aiming up through the sunroof.

Windstorm lay upon his car bonnet, with a manic grin. She twisted and rolled to crawl through the absent windscreen. "Go already!"

"I do outrank you, you know," chided the snake with a smile, as his impromptu partner took the wheel and he slithered upward.

The bear had already run, clamouring down onto a flatbed full of construction equipment and, at its far end, a handful of neatly lined up VW Beetles.

The serpentine agent set out after him as the woman took command of the Rover.

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[Part 2 of this scene, here: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/43848214/ - in truth, the moment in which Windstorm would be looking up at the train to see Sond and the bear fighting occurs during Part 2, not during the story you just read >___> ]

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Amethystine/Ames Sond 00S © to Amethystine.
Sheba Windstorm/Eba 'Windstorm' Moneypenny © to WhiteMantis.

James Bond 007 and related IP © to Ian Fleming, Albert R Broccoli's EON Productions and MGM.

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