James Bond had just left her bedroom, evidently satified, when a tall
man appeared in front of him. It was Kasanga Uoto, pointing a gun against
Bonds head. Bond showing no sign of fear asked him: "Oh, hello Mr. Uoto,
nice to meet you...erm, would you like something to drink ?" "Hot chocolate,
please" ,replied Uoto. Slighlty irritated by this unconventional order
Bond raised his left eyebrow and before he could walk to the fridge, he
was stuck down. It was Talisa, the girl which a few moments ago had given 
Bond so much pleasure and now using a baseball-bat brought him to the floor.

When Bond woke up, his head hurt much, and he was still in a heavy
daze. He wanted to strech, but he noticed that there wasn't enough
space to move... there was not even light! He raised his head and
hit it against something very hard. That was bump No 2. Soon he realized
that he was kept in an oil-barrel. The funny rippling noise from outside
and the waving movements of the barrel made him assume, that he was 
probably floating in some river. Bond didn't like the situation for he
didn't know what lay in front of him and how he could escape this un-
comfortable vessel. He tried it with kicking against the lid, which
was absolutely useless. The barrel was too solid for Bond. Suddenly he
heared a strange splashing noise coming nearer and nearer, as if
- yes, Bonds worst nightmare seemed to become reality - there was a 
waterfall in front of him. Bond became very nervous and once again he
tried to open the barrel with all his force. Of course he failed again
and sprained his left foot. The threatening noise became louder and
louder and Bond began perspirating all over his face. Suddenly he
noticed his Walter PPK and decided to shoot himself free. He aimed against
the top of the barrel and fired 5 bullets. The explosions were of
immense loudness, which gave him an unpleasant buzzing in hin ears.
Half deaf,it was now even more difficult for him to estimate how far away 
the waterfall still was. Unfortunately the five holes in the barrel
brought nothing, not even light (obviously it was night) and another 
problem began startling bond. Water was penetrating the holes and the 
barrel began to fill with water, breezing cold water, at maximum 10 oC. 
Bond began to calm himself down in saying the words "Don't panic, boy, 
ev'ry thing's gonna be allright". He held his right hand onto his 
jacket-pocket in order to seek some special gadget, which could help 
him to escape this prison. Unfortunately he didn't remember what
Q had told him: "Never put your hand into your left jacket-pocket".
And so Bonds fingers were caught in a nasty little finger-trap, 
which was virtually unremovable. Bonds morale was gone......

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