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Writing a novel...need some feedback. Thanks!?
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Writing a novel...need some feedback! Thanks!
first novel..like to read james bond books, so thought might as well write on something i like....
I would really appreciate any comments u have, and hope u like it!
Chapter 1
Once dusk hit, the once serene Mexican desert transformed into an agitated whirl of loud winds and brisk temperature. James Bond stood there alone, staring off in the distance, as coyotes howled, searching for their prey. Dressed for the cold, Bond wore a fitted black coat, zipped to the neck. He kept his right hand in his pocket, as his right grasped his Walter PPK with his finger on the trigger.
Pissed off that he was still out here, Bond checked his watch. Christ! 10:45 already. Bond had been standing out here for close to an hour.
Ever since the rise of the cartels, Mexico has been a hotbed of criminal activity, which was expected without the proper law enforcement. All major eyes of the world have been watching Mexico’s situation slowly deteriorate, and in fear they have been sending in secret agents from all over into Mexico just to see how bad this place was. Once intel started to flow out, the governments sighed somewhat because they realized this issue with the cartels was Mexico’s problem, and for the most part it would stay Mexico’s problem.
However, recently the British government caught wind of a covert operation that was going on between a British scientist and a cartel within the slums of Mexico City. The British scientist was planning on selling the cartels plans on how to make dirty bombs. Once the United States became aware of this, they drew up plans for immediate action, and the British Defense Minister demanded a joint operation because they were dealing with a British citizen. At first the CIA agreed amicably to the idea, until they found out that James Bond was going to be sent over.
A cloud of smoke ballooned into the distance and quickly blended into the dark night sky, as a small car in the distance sped towards Bond at a frantic pace. Bond slipped his gun into his pocket and gave a hard frown as he saw a beat up 1980s name of a car come into view. Bond could see a chunky Mexican hunched over the steering wheel, driving as fast as it can go. The car gave off a horrid rattling noise, and the fumes of gasoline could quickly be recognized.
What the hell is this! This was not part of the plan.
Once intelligence reports came back revealing the residence of the scientist, the CIA stipulated the capture of him before the rendezvous with the cartels. The American agents agreed to meet Bond at a discreet location, pick him up, and together they would go pick up the scientist. Bond tried to voice a problem with this plan: if you get the scientist before the drop off, then you miss an opportunity to capture the cartels. His voice went unheard.
The Mexican slowed to a stop in front of Bond, and popped his fat little head out the window: “Que son agente británico?”
Bond stared at the man in anger and frustration. So much for all the discretion...
Bond climbed into the front seat, and instantly a wave of dirt and body odor flooded his nose. Bond gave a reflexive cough, as he stared at the man with fiery dislike. Once the car turned around and headed towards the city, Bond tried to relax by shuffling around some dirty cloths as he tried to get comfortable, while the driver just looked at him indifferently. The driver tried to make some soft conversation, but Bond was too pissed to say anything; he just stared ahead and every once in awhile would say that he no comprende.
They were about fifteen minutes into the drive before they entered the outskirts of the city. Few people were still up, but it was hard to tell what any of them looked like because the streets were almost pitched dark, due to the only lighting generated from the moon. Every once in awhile, a silhouette of a person would appear from the darkness, and they would be transfixed on the car with a serious stare as if you were intruding.
Bond was too busy in his thoughts to care about his surroundings. He was too busy thinking about how he was stupid enough to get screwed by the CIA. His gut told him something was up right off the bat, and he fought hard to not meet alone in the desert; however, he was under extreme pressure from his bosses across the ocean to follow precisely what the CIA requested. Bond hated joint operations, and this was why.
As they furthered down into the city, Bond couldn’t help but notice the driver’s uneasiness. He kept glancing in the rearview mirror, as if expecting someone to be following. This unnerved Bond as he turned his attention out the window. The houses became frequent, and they weren’t the little shunts as they passed entering the city, but that wasn’t saying much, for the houses were still extremely small and run down. Bright lights shone from a few businesses that were still open, and a crowd of rough people stood outside mingling, as
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Was it insensitive for Obama to make a joke?
At the big press dinner, Obama made a joke about Mr Cheney
writing a book about shooting someone in the face ( or something
to that effect ). Everyone knows he was with one of his best friends
and that it was an accident and how badly Cheney must have felt.
Think about it this way......what if you and your friend went hunting
and you accidently shot your friend....it would be insenstive for someone to make a joke about it (especially the Pres. of the U.S.
who's every word makes the news).
Oh, there are plenty of mistakes to laugh
about on both sides, but there's also bad
humor and wishing someone would die
and/or joking about a friend who almost
killed his friend, just isn't funny or a class
act.
Where is the link to prove Cheney and
his friend were drunk, or did you just
make that up?
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Waltzing With Bears - Ann Mayo Muir - Ed Trickett - Gordon Bok
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Album: While My Guitar Gently Weeps [CD 1]
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Killer track - Ray Gomez - "Blues For Mez".
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Keywords: Ray Gomez blues jazzfusion Volume Narada Michael Walden Jeff Beck Roy Buchanan guitar shred
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