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Trigger Mortis
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“Fangio had once said: ‘You should never think of a car as a piece of metal. It’s a living being with a heart that beats. It can feel happy or sad. It all depends on how you treat it.”
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― Trigger Mortis
“I began. And yet I myself am dead. I feel nothing. I have forgotten the meaning of pleasure. For me, food has no taste, the air has no scent, the sun no warmth. I do not hate the Americans although I will never forgive them for the atrocity that led to the death of my family and so many others. I feel nothing for them, and the same is true of all humanity, including you and Miss Lane.”
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― Trigger Mortis
“and anyway, in America, bribing a politician is part of the etiquette.”
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― Trigger Mortis
“Forget all the twiddly bits, Mr Bond. These superchargers! All they do is suck, squeeze, bang and blow. Who”
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― Trigger Mortis
“Well, he had never smoked because he thought it was good for him and, if cancer had any fancy ideas about killing him, it would just have to take its place in the queue.”
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― Trigger Mortis
“he had his gun and his wallet which, he decided, was all you really needed to get by in America.”
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― Trigger Mortis
“The Korean word for “Korean” is Hanguk-saram and so they called us gooks.”
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― Trigger Mortis
“Shi bai kepu seck yi!”
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― Trigger Mortis
“There are two types of mistake; bad ones and good ones. You were definitely one of the good ones.”
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― Trigger Mortis
“And you know what they say. Choose yer wife with her nightcap on! You should take heed of that . .”
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― Trigger Mortis
“every fibre of his being – physically,”
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― Trigger Mortis
“Bond knew it was over. This was it. But he also knew what he was going to do. Even as he had been speaking, he had been lowering himself imperceptibly, inch by inch, simply by bending his knees. The rain had helped him. It was driving into the Russian’s eyes. He hadn’t seen what Bond was doing.
The Russian fired at point-blank range. He had been aiming directly at Bond’s chest.”
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The Russian fired at point-blank range. He had been aiming directly at Bond’s chest.”
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“Perhaps he had been a little faster. But he had been luckier too.
It would not always be that way. Bond knew that there would come a time, a moment in a mission, when his luck would run out. It was a mathematical certainty. No agent had ever survived long in the Double O section and one day someone, somewhere would have the edge and it would be he lying there dead, flat-out in the rain.
But not today.”
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It would not always be that way. Bond knew that there would come a time, a moment in a mission, when his luck would run out. It was a mathematical certainty. No agent had ever survived long in the Double O section and one day someone, somewhere would have the edge and it would be he lying there dead, flat-out in the rain.
But not today.”
― Trigger Mortis
“By the time Dimitrov realised what had happened, it was too late. He had taken aim but Bond had already fired. Three bullets spat their ugly farewells, driving into the Russian’s chest and throat. Bond lay on the ground, sodden, his broken rib pounding. The rain beat down on him. A car drove past, spraying more water over him, but the driver noticed nothing and didn’t stop.
Eventually, Bond stood up. He slipped the Walther PPK into his pocket and walked over to the dead Russian who was lying on the tarmac in a pool of rainwater and blood. He was still holding his own gun, a 9x18mm Makarov pistol, a sophisticated but ugly weapon used by the Russian army and police. He had come close to firing a second bullet. His finger was still curled around the trigger, already stiffening as his muscles began to contract.
Trigger mortis.”
― Trigger Mortis
Eventually, Bond stood up. He slipped the Walther PPK into his pocket and walked over to the dead Russian who was lying on the tarmac in a pool of rainwater and blood. He was still holding his own gun, a 9x18mm Makarov pistol, a sophisticated but ugly weapon used by the Russian army and police. He had come close to firing a second bullet. His finger was still curled around the trigger, already stiffening as his muscles began to contract.
Trigger mortis.”
― Trigger Mortis
“The glass shattered but the bullet hadn’t passed through and at the same time Bond was diving to one side, his left hand scrabbling for the gun. He grabbed it and now, protected by the lower half of the door, he twisted round and dived down.”
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― Trigger Mortis
