0121 Local Time
The black armored car rolled down Colton Avenue at a breakneck pace. It rushed through what little traffic there was this time of night before turning on St. Bernards Road and heading north. While the van was in Adelaide metropolitan area, this part of the city was a suburb known as Magill. From St. Bernards the armored van came to Koongarra Avenue. The black car came to a skidding stop at 40 Koongarra. Men dressed in black tactical suits carrying assault rifles jumped from the back of the van and began rushing towards the building. The last man to step out of the van was James Bond. His normally posh suit had been swapped out for black slacks and a dark blue button up shirt.
Tonight marked Bond's six straight night in Australia. The PM was due to visit the city in two days. He and the Australia PM were to have an economic summit or some such thing, Bond couldn't remember. Regardless, MI6 had heard chatter of an impending threat on the two heads of state when they met. M had dispatched Bond to the land down under to assist the Aussies in the investigation. After a week of working with the AFP and South Australian Police, they had what they thought was their man.
The team moved in to surround the single-story home while Bond watched from a distance. The home in question was being rented by a man using the name Brian Harris. The same Brian Harris was listed as an English national who, curiously enough, only had a history that dated back five years. To Bond and the people he was working for, the identity reeked for a phony one concocted for safe travel. The phony backstory and the fact that Harris had been around the city, buying ingredients for homemade explosives was more than enough for them to move in and take him.
The men under Bond's command were known as STAR, Special Tasks and Rescue, and they were the tactical team for the SAP. They quickly moved up and around the house, half the team flanking the house around the back while the other half prepared to breach the home from the front.
"Team 1 in position," a voice said in Bond's ear.
"Team 2 in position," said another voice.
"Go," replied Bond.
A STAR officer with a battering ram stepped up and smashed open the house's front door. He stepped back and the rest of the STAR officers went in the home in a formation and order they had practiced hundreds times over. Bond listened as they cleared rooms and moved through the home like clockwork.
"Commander," the leader of Team 1 said over the radio. "No sign of the suspect, but we found something. A workstation filled with makeshift bombs and a layout of Victoria Square."
Victoria Square was where the two PMs were scheduled to hold a joint news conference. Bond copied and began to go towards the home when the radio chatter stopped him.
"Wait," said one of the STAR men. "I found something..."
"Trip wire! Get back! GET BA--"
Bond was thrown back on the ground as an explosion ripped through the home and sent black smoke and flames pouring from the now broken windows. Bond lay on the ground, gasping for air. The concussive blast of the bomb, coupled with being slammed to the ground by it, had driven the air from his lungs. He found his breath and stood up, reaching for his radio.
"Bond to Team 1 and Team 2, respond."
"This is Smith with Team 2. We have severely injured here, no dead with our team. I have no idea what happened with Team 1."
"Call in backup. Fire, police, ambulance, who the hell ever we need call them."
Bond was preparing to go into the home and fight through the fire to find if Team 1 had any survivors. He walked towards the house, but stopped when his eyes caught movement out the corner. Someone was in the bushes next door. He stopped and looked. The figure darted out of the bushes and began running. It was dark, and he was in profile, but Bond could tell the man running was Brain Harris.
"I have eyes on Harris," Bond said over the radio. "I'm going after him."
He took off after the fleeing man, both of them running down Koongarra. Harris went across a lawn and ran through a backyard with Bond right behind him. They came out on a cul de sac that said it was Hersey Street. Running down Church Street, Harris stopped a car at a stop sign and threw the driver out of it. The car sped down the street away from Bond.
Bond saw a young man on a dirt bike riding towards him. Sighing, Bond stopped the young man and knocked him to the ground. Bond got on the bike and gunned it before the man could recover. He kept the throttle up and caught up to Harris' stolen car. Both them headed down Church Street, Bond followed as Harris took a left, crossing over the median and through oncoming traffic, on St. Bernad's and sped north. The driver door to the car slid down and a gun emerged. Bond hit the brakes and swerved to avoid the potshots Harris took at him. With his left hand, Bond pulled his pistol from the small of his back and returned fire, cracking the back glass of Harris' car.
Harris jerked his car off road as they came to a small park. His stolen sedan bounced and shook as it blew through a cricket pitch, Bond right behind him. They tore passed a set of tennis courts and came out on Johnson Avenue. Harris was beginning to turn sharply on Malpas Street when Bond drew down with his pistol and fired. The front left tire on Harris' car exploded just as he was executing the high speed turn. The tire blowing, coupled with the turn, caused the car to flip over and do a violent tumble across the street. Bond came to a stop and watched as Harris pulled himself from the wreck and tried to limp away. Bond warned him to stop and stay still. Dazed and possibly concussed, he ignored Bond's warning and limped across the road.
Harris didn't see the bus until the headlights were just a few feet in front of him, and the bus driver applied the brakes a fraction of a second too late. Harris slammed into the front of the bus and was thrown twenty feet away, smacking into the pavement hard. His head bounced off the asphalt as his body crumpled on the ground. Bond got off the dirt bike and walked towards Harris, his gun out and ready just in case. Bond looked down at the bloody pulp of the man who had just caused the deaths of six police officers.
"Bond," a voice said in his ear. "Police and fire are on the scene. Do you have eyes on the suspect?"
"I do," said Bond.
"Where is he?"
"He caught a bus."