The Pangean Wars II: Fall From Grace

WhiteEagle22 said:

Great work...keep it up! I'm still paying attention to this one!

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Excellent! Update soon enough...

watiting patiently for update

@sidmeierfan121- Well, you'll have to wait a bit longer, computer troubles...

This thread seems amazing. Perhaps (treason) better than the first.
Hope "Earl" Bond is not found out. It would ruin the fun

This thread seems amazing. Perhaps (treason) better than the first.
Hope "Earl" Bond is not found out. It would ruin the fun.

I doubt that would happen, looks like the French government so far chose the right name for their agent.

@Harry Potter52- I would agree! And, yes, that would ruin the fun! Welcome to the forums, BTW!

@WhiteEagle22- I agree!

Hey, nice to see a sequel to your original story!

I'm posting to support your thread and the story, which is pretty good and the added screenshots are icing on the cake. I haven't actually had time to read much of the material after the first few installments yet since I am stressed on time. This weekend, I hope to do so, though. Although I do see that we both used Louis XIV in our stories now.

Come on.. Update soon

@DMOC-Thanks for joining us here! Yes, I must admit I thought of your story when I started mine with Louis XIV!

@Harry Potter52- Will do! The computers back on line and I should have one up shortly!

Chapter 13, Assignment

As Earl Bond was putting on his tophat, Peter called him aside.
"Yes Duke Peter?" asked Bond.
"My dear Earl, come with me." Replied Peter, as he took Bond by the arm and showed him into a side room. Inside were Duke Abelgard, and Earl David Hunter. Bond's eyes grew slightly with apprehension, and the hair lon the back of his neck stood up. Duke Abelgard talked first.


Earl David Hunter. Engraving done in 1812.

"James, I have a few questions to ask you."
"Certainly John!" replied Bond as cheekily as possible, all the while keeping one eye on Earl Hunter, who was glaring at him.
"Firstly, how did you become an Earl?"
"I inherited it from my father." replied Bond. Abelgard smiled, then went on.
"Did you? Really? Because when your supposed father died, he was childless. His ownly surviving son had disappeared off of the coast of Les Tourte in a shipwreck in 1810. Are you really James Bond of Philadelphia? Was Charles Bond your father?"

At that moment, Bond's pulse exploded. What was he to do?
"I did come back."
"What?" demanded David, Peter and Abelgard.
"I was found unconcious by a fisherman in the cove of St. Marie the next morning. From there, I bought passage back to Philadelphia. I arrived in 1811, before my father had died."
"Then why was your return never reported in any newspapers?" asked Peter.

Now Bond was really stumped. His original lie had bought him some time, though, and a story he could go with.
"Because my father wished it so. He wanted to keep things private, he always did." a slight smile, as if to suggest a fond rememberance, and a glace past Abelgard into space, together won James a victory. Convinced of Earl Bond's innocence, Peter escorted hm out the door.

"And what of my special assignment?" called Bond as he left the house.
"Forget about it, just do your job." called back Peter into the cold night.

Poor chap... he lost the special assignment

I'll bet the special assignment would have gotten him killed or exposed.

@demokratickid: Nice way to pull Bond's bacon out of the proverbial fire!

that was a close one!

nice to see you updated!

@Harry Potter52- Probably better for him anyway!

@WhiteEagle22- Maybe! And, thanks!

@sidmeierfan121- You bet! Thank you. By the way, sid meier's cameo is coming up!

Chapter 14, Assailant

The shivering man crept in shadows down the deserted Parisian street. He checked his pocket watch, 11:57 PM. It was not yet time. He withdrew a flask of strong vodka, took a swing, and replaced it in his coat pocket. He checked his watch again, 11:59 PM. Only one minute now. Before he had time to complete his thought, a man appeared out of the FIA headquarters.


The street in question. The engraving was done in 1799.

The new arrival to the dismal street had with him a body gaurd. Two massive blond seven footers, both probably Russian. Without warning, the man who had taken the swing of vodka stepped into the feeble light provided by the near-by street lamp. Just as the clocktower on Parliament struck midnight, a shot was fired into the chest of Prince Jacques Bonaparte. The bullet entered the man's ribcage and failed to exit.

One of the massive Russians immediatley took off after the assailant while the other picked up the wounded prince and carried him to a nearby house. The couple who were living there instantly allowed the two access, and after Jacques had been laid on their bed, the Russian called the palace.

Meanwhile, back outside, the other Russian was chasing the much smaller assailant through the streets. After a wild five minutes, the gunman suddenly turned and took a shot at the Russian, which hit him in the shoulder. Blood pouring out of his wound, the Russian kept up the pace until he collapsed on the street over two miles from the original scene of ambush. Both of them had run slightly over 4 minute miles.

By this time, a doctor had been summoned and had just arrived at the house. He examed the wound with gloved hands as the Russian and the husband and wife looked worridly on. eventually, the doctor said, "I don't know about him. We'll have to wait and see..."

What a way to put the story on a cliffhanger! Nice job, and I'm still interested!

wow...intense

@WhiteEagle22- Thanks!

@sidmeierfan121- I agree!

Bad news, guys. HArdrive crash yesterday. This story is now discontinued. P.S. This is also my official retirement from Cvifanatics Forums. I'll miss you guys!