By BOOGER

PART THIRTEEN

"Bowie" ran down the hallway corridor leading toward his atomic powered submarine "Yasassin". Hot on his heels was an escort or four armed guards. Under one arm he clutched his Persian cat, and under the other was a tatty old suitcase. The superstructure of the base shook repeatedly beneath their feet as the world's forces converged on the base, raining depth charges down upon it.

AAAOOOGAH!, The alarm claxons were repeating.

Suddenly, they emerged into the huge submarine pen, carved out of an underwater cave, it served as a berth for the submarine.

"Bowie"; "Farquar, I TOLD you to deal with the scientists! It appears you haven't!"

Farquar; "It was all Rex's fault! There's only so many things this dog will allow in his mouth!"

"Bowie"; "Pfah! Mangy curr! Unfortunately we still need him! Where's the submarine captain?"

AAAOOOGAH!

Submarine captain; (calls down from atop the conning tower of the sub), "Get aboard! The barage has stopped! There may be other submarines in the area! Now, come on!"

First scientist; "Wait for us!"

"Bowie" looks at Farquar, then at Rex, and then nods toward the scientists. "Kill, Rex, Kill!", screamed Farquar.

Rex stayed put. With his amazingly acute hearing, Rex could hear the approach of another set of footsteps, somewhere behind him, behind a pile of crates.

Farquar; "When I say kill, I mean, KILL, REX!"

The scientists stopped in their tracks.

"Bowie"; "Get aboard, Farquar. Let the ocean deal with our former employees." With that, "Bowie" slipped his suitcase into the hand that carried the cat, and let loose his grip for one moment. The cat slipped out of his grasp and landed on its feet, while "Bowie" pulled himself up the ladder at the side of the sub. "Farquar, pick puss up, will you?!"

Rex wasn't in the mood for a snack, but turned his head to see who it was who had sneaked up behind them.

A dark figure energed from the shadows. "Gentlemen, I don't think you'll be going anywhere today." The figure leveled a submachinegun at them. The guards rushed up, but when they saw the gun, stopped.

Farquar; "Operator 17, what are you doing? We need to get out of here!"

"Operator 17"; "No, actually, the name's Bond, James Bond. And in about 15 minutes, an American submarine will be blocking the exit of this cave. Then, you and your nefarious little scheme to bilk the youth of the world will be ended, I think."

Farquar; "So, Mr. Bond, you have the drop on us. But there's only one of you and four armed guards. You wouldn't last long."

Bond; "Try me."

The guard nearest to Bond dove toward the floor, firing as he went. RAT A TAT A TAT!

Bond jerked around, his weapon flying out of his grasp as he is wounded in the shoulder. The other guards were upon him in an instant.

Farquar walked up to this group, dragging Rex by his leash. "Bowie" picked up his cat and scampered up the ladder.

"Bowie"; (To submarine captain;) "Get underway immediately! Leave the others!"

Farquar turned, and glanced back at "Bowie".

Bond; (Gasp.) "It seems your illustrious employer is deserting you, Farquar."

Rex suddenly bit Farquar on the shin. "YOUCH!" Then Rex broke out of Farquar's grasp and ran for the sub's ladder. Bond kicked Farquar right in the gobbies. He then Karate chopped his way out of the Guard's grasp, and grabbed a weapon. BUDDABUDDA BUDDA BUDDA POW! The guards fell like ninepins.

"Bowie" glanced back as he pulled the hatch closed on the deck of the Yasassin. "Cretins", he muttered. But just as he was about to close it, a set of sharp canine fangs dug into his wrist. "Holy Christ!", he screamed.

The submarine was beginning to submerge. Bond punched Farquar and knocked him out cold, wincing because of his arm.

As the ocean bubbled and boiled all around him, Rex had only one thought; "I'll get a piece of that cat yet!"

Continue to Part 14...