"007 Indiana Jones and the Danger of the LOST MOON" v7.0


Book 1: Check,


London, Today

James Bond sitting at his desk in MI6 Headquarters overlooking the mighty Thames river looked down at the file folder with a red ribbon enclosed marked "ABOVE TOP SECRET". He opened it with some fear and trepidation.


"Here goes nothing" he thought to himself.

The first thing he found was a black & white photo of 3 bare-chested men and a caption underneath: "Ian, Jacques Cousteau and Dr. Jones".

James Bond smiled.

"Dad, you sure traveled round the world with the jet set".

Next was a hand-written report in military style.

April 17, 1958

0935 Hours

35 Miles east of Argentina

 

Fade-into the Voice of Indiana Jones....


"We were doing our first deep dive with Cousteau's new 'aqua lung'. It was amazing how free we were to go exploring! Commander Fleming was a great combat swimmer from the war where he went to Little Bill Stephenson's Camp-X. Commander F had dropped a line down to the wreck marked in 30 feet segments so we knew how deep we were and not to go up too fast...."

Fade into the Undersea Action...  


Jones fin-kicked down the marked line to the bottom--130 feet when he was horrified not to find a broken wooden fragment sailing ship wreck...but a black, dark, sinister metal cylinder that had a huge gaping hole in its side from a violent end.

Jones swam in through the huge gaping hole. At least whoever was in there died instantly.


Swimming up to Fleming who was grabbing shiny gold bars and placing them in bags with the diminutive Cousteau, Jones grabbed his arm and looked into his mask with horror. Fleming smiled and laughed with his expression--since he couldn't speak with an oxygen tube mouthpiece inserted.

Fleming pointed to a black recovery bag for Jones to get busy.  His anger made the first recovery go by quick.

Glancing at his watch, Fleming motioned the team it was time to slowly ascend up to the marked line. Every time he saw Jones' mask he saw a look of rage--and fear.

Helped out of their tanks, masks and fins by their able crew of former 30 Assault Unit intelligence-gathering commandos, Fleming and Cousteau plopped their bags on top of he recovery table. 

"You never told me we were diving into a sunk German U-Boat!"

"You never asked ole' boy.  I just said sunken treasure"

"We were supposed to be looking for one of Pizarro's galleons with Incan treasure relating to how we humans got here"

Fleming rummaging through the gold bars found one that was a thin, flat plate.

"Not disgusting gold melted down from Nazi victim's teeth...there's still Nazis on the loose!"

"Shussh, Colonel Jones! I know that! The spectre of ODESSA is all round, that's why we advertised this as purely an ancient salvage operation."

Fleming stopped talking mesmerized by the thin gold plate...almost a medallion you could wear around your neck…

"It looks like its a good thing I remember your archaelogical talents from your OSS file, Big Bill Donovan gave us and not just your paratrooper glider snatching skills when we got out from the atomic weapons test center!"

Jones dropped a Nazi bar and came by Fleming's shoulder.

"What do you make of this?"

Now Dr. Indiana Jones, PhD. Archaeology was truly afraid. And it wasn't of 4th Reich Nazis.

"Where did this com from? I mean why was it in a Nazi U-Boat? Why here?"

Fleming shook his head.

"We know Jerry was in an awful hurry at the end to tidy up all evidence of his little murder-for-treasure racket...he wasn't too picky what he threw in there to get it down south...what is it?"

Jones was shaking in fear. The last time Fleming had him such a mess, he was a Captain in the OSS and the former was his Royal Navy Intelligence boss...they had to single-handedly explode the 3rd Reich's atomic bomb plot just before take-off for New York city--a close call called "Operation HUNDRED ACRE WOOD" in 1944:

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"Our worst nightmare. If it is what I think it is."

Fleming, ever efficient was on a tight schedule.

"I'll leave it with you then. First, I'll take some pictures. I have been summoned back to MI6, ehhh Kemsley newspapers. It seems the ex-chequer wants our gold now."

Cousteau began shouting at the tiny speck on the horizon...

In his French accent he began shouting, "Ve planne! Ve planne!"

Soon an ex-French Navy blue PBY Catalina amphibious seaplane had done a fly-over.

Fleming and Cousteau waved.

"Vat is my son, come to get us Doctor Jones."

The mighty seaplane pulled alongside and a rope was thrown to bring it close for the gold to be transferred in bags....followed by Fleming and Cousteau...

"Orders, Colonel Jones...we will be back....it's absolutely vital that you do not lose that buoy over there marking the wreck...absolutely vital....we only came upon it by a chance oil leakage creating a spot...in future years, the sands will shut.."

"I got it Commander. Have a safe trip".

"Do send me a report when you figure out what that old plate is.."

With that, the PBY cast off and took off into the wind after going onto its step under its hull, leaving a water spray underneath.

Jones conferred with Fleming's right-hand man, one Major Patrick Bel-Vel Job, a Norwegian with vast seafaring experience--in addition to leading Fleming's 30 AU commandos on many secret missions during the war.

"Pat, when can we dive gain?"

"The tanks will be filled in another our. I'll dive with you this time."

Jones knew exactly what the thin gold plate meant---it depicted villagers looking up into the night sky...two scenes....

"Where do you suppose that came from?"

"I'm thinking northern Italy..."

Their skull session was immediately ended by an alarm.   

"U-Boat off the starboard bow!"

Jones knew immediately they were in deep, deep trouble.

"Binos"

Job handed him a powerful pair...then shouted to weigh anchor and put engines on full speed ahead.

WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSSSH!

A warning shot exploded and splashed across their bow.

"We can outrun them, even on the surface" smiled Bel-Vel Job.

 "No you won't. It's a Type XXI"

 Alarmed, the stoic Norwegian took the binos from Jones.

There to his horror he saw the hitherto top-secret Nazi submarine--a true submarine powered by hydrogen peroxide more advanced than any Navy had in service at the time--capable of 30+ knots under--or on top of the water.

WWWWWOOOOOOSSSH!

Another shell across the stern--not so nice....the next shot would be a direct hit!

"Evasive action!"

With that Jones dove over the side....splashing into the water...

"What are you doing?"

"Keep them busy!!! I got to cut that buoy!"

The Norwegian fishing boat evaded several shots until one hit center, exploding it into a giant fireball....30 AU veterans were thrown in the water and being picked up by the Nazi submariners...

Meanwhile, Jones had cut the buoy free an was drifting away un-noticed. A large smirk creased his face.

As Jones thought he was free, a sinister periscope appeared and winked at him so to speak, followed by an entire Type XXI submarine surfacing.

The Captain appeared on top of the conning tower.

"Good Afternoon, Dr. Jones"

"You wouldn't happen to know where our U-boat is located?"

"Sorry, just out here riding a buoy.."

A Kriegsmarine Sailor stitched some 9mm machine gun bullets into the water by Jones.

Jones had to think of something quick.

"What about the Laconia incident don't you have to take me in as a prisoner of war?"

"What war? Good day, Dr. Jones!".

The Type XXI began to submerge again.

"Wait! Wait a Minute! I can't stay out here!!"

"007 & Indiana Jones: Danger of the Lost Moon"

Bond put the report down and looked across the room.

"So how DID you get out of that mess?"

Across his desk, the now gray-haired Dr. Indiana Jones sat in a padded leather chair.

"Not easily".

Indy dreams his death

Marion crying tears reaches out to dry them

A dolphin's face.

It grabs the bouy rope and tows Indy to Marion in an USN research boat.

She drags him onto rear stern ramp, kisses him...

water...water

ooo water! dolphins knock the barrel spraying water on him...

they are my friends...

FLASHBACK to REAL LIFE


"Mrs. Jones the ship is down--no survivors"...

Her dolphins see her anguish and swoon with her...

They ask with their body language "what's wrong?"

Marion decides to find him...

She pulls out a picture of Indy and shows her dolphins...

"Can you find him?"

They reply in the affirmative. 

"He's my mate, yes..."

"He's somewhere out there..."

Her dolphins realize their mission and go...

Marion orders the ship captain at gunpoint to turn around and sail to the dangerous waters...


The ship's captain understood and complied; "All you had to do is ask, Ma'am"

"Well, I'm asking!"

Flash forward to Indy & Marion...

"We got to rescue those men...the Nazis took them"

"Where?"

"I know where"

"Ian! how'd you get here?" 

"Marion sent for me"

“The Nazis have finished the salvage of their lost u-boat.”

“Oh joy.”

Indy took a large gulp of hot chocolate.

“You must know as former O.S.S. THEY HAVE A Base 211 in Antarctica”.

“Yes, we tried to smash it but that guy you busted out, Herr Bormann’s Foo Fighters blasted our prop-planes and ships; I guess our HIGH JUMP wasn’t high enough?”

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Regrettable letting Martin loose as an easily-tracked 'rabbit' as our shrinks thought he would be; he has funded everything—even our own nuclear bomb program”

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“What are they doing for an encore?”

“That we don’t know. They have us beat in the air with their Haunebu Anti-Gravity Craft you call ‘flying saucers’”

“So Type XXIs are in the water, you still got anti-submarine warfare capabilities?”

“Not like we once had. The airdales of your navy have taken over things telling everyone how they somehow won the war in The Pacific so they have even more foolish aircraft carriers full of planes easily shot down by Nazi AGC…”

“There must be away…”

“There is. This is why I’ve come to get you. See that experimental U.S. Navy JET seaplane patrol bomber parked in the water over there?”

“The new Martin P6M SeaMaster. Wow.”

 "Say your goodbyes to Marion, we must be going”

Marion/Indy embrace

600 MPH over the Mid-Atlantic…



Indy noticed sitting in the left pilot-in-command seat was someone he recognized...when he saw the LT J.G. bars and "SPARKS" flight suit leather name patch he knew it was an older version of a boy he years ago was his Radio Telephone Operator...did any of that even happen? 

“We are landing alongside the only Navy sub that can catch a Type XXI: the nuclear-powered USS Nautilus. We know the Type XXI is the U-2507 and she’s not headed south to Base 211 but north for some reason…one of our coast watchers saw another type 21 enter the amazon river a few weeks ago”

Indy shook his head in concern. 

"At war’s end a Type XXI sank an entire convoy headed to offload supplies and take back our veterans…our ASW was ineffective against its high speed runs…good thing she ran out of torpedoes..”

Fleming winced at the embarrassing incident.

“My Red Indians and I captured the Kriegsmarine records and unfortunately we crossed the Type XXI’s path as it was headed south to the New Schwabenland. “

“How are we going to do any better? The nuclear power plant on the Nautilus is probably as noisy as hell…”

“Right. We will sprint to the Amazon river mouth and follow her as long as we can…”

The P6M SeaMaster banked hard to port and began its landing run…below, the USS Nautilus headed into the wind running on the surface…

Fleming tugged Indy to his port window to see the spectacular view of the Nautilus crashing white foam through dark blue water waves… 

“See that glorious piece of Royal Navy engineering on her back”

“Yes, the X-51 Stickleback. World’s most advanced mini-submarine. Destroyer of Red Navy bases with the little help of nuclear demolition charge friends…”

The SeaMaster flared onto a rough water landing, spray going everywhere, engines in reverse….coming down to a slow glide alongside the Nautilus

A Navy recovery team in rubber boat began to paddle towards them as Fleming and Jones gathered their gear…

“We will use the X-51 to get past the anti-sub nets and we will capture the U-2507 and its ill-gained goodies since it can’t go all the way down the river too”

“Where? Headed where?”

"Mato Grosso"

Underway 300 Feet Below the Atlantic at Maximum Speed.

In the chart table by the periscope, Commander Anderson addresses Fleming, Indy, the UDT Frogmen and the X-51 mini-sub crew.

“Gentlemen this is THE most top secret and dangerous mission you or I will ever be on. This makes war look like a picnic. We are traveling as fast as Admiral Rickover says we can without a melt-down. Over 40 knots. We will lose the boat if we have to and all of us included to stop the Nazis from reaching their Brazilian destination. ALL of us are expendable. We are dead men. Even you, Commander Ian Fleming, best-selling James Bond  author.”

Fleming laughed and to break the tension snipped,

“If I’m dead, I can’t write about it. Bad for book sales”.

Everybody laughed nervously glad that someone relieved the tension building ever since the Nautilus crash-dived after receiving Indy and Fleming.

Anderson wasn’t relieved.

“If we can get there in time we can trail the U-2507 from a distance ‘til she reaches the nets where we can’t follow anymore”

LT Johansen UDT team commander didn’t like all this Nazi weapons superiority crap and wanted to know why.

“Sorry, when you were a J.G. fin-kicking all over the south Pacific, we in the real Navy had to defeat the U-Boats in the frigid Atlantic”

Not put off, Johansen verbally pushed back.

“So? Go after them with our Gato class subs…”

Anderson threw his pencil down.

“The Kriegsmarine are the masters. When they wanted the Red Navy off their backs did you know what they did?”

Johansen shrugged.

“Above my pay grade.”

“Right. The Nazis and their Finn buddies built a huge, thick steel anti-submarine net across the Baltic sea and penned-in all their subs for the duration of the war.”

Johansen let out a “wow”.

“That’s right, ‘wow’. None of their subs could plow through the steel weave—we are talking huge boats displacing hundreds of tons, their torpedoes couldn’t explode openings in the large weave and their frog men were grenaded and or froze-to-death if they tried to cut the net with charges…”

Everyone in the room except Fleming--who already knew the ugly truth--were astounded. 

“So we ain't doing any of that. The X-51 under command of Commander Goulding here will get past the nets and deliver you all to the U-2507 where you will take her over, get your things back, scuttle her and call for the P6M SeaMaster to come get you by radio beacon. If any of you survive this it will be a major miracle. THE ITEMS MUST NOT REACH THE NAZIS IN THEIR BRAZILIAN BASE. Everybody got that?"

Yes, Sir.” They replied in soft unison.

Anderson motioned Fleming and Indy to stay behind as the others worked their way to their temporary hammocks in the torpedo room.

“Let’s continue this discussion in your cabin, Captain.”

2300 Hours 250 Miles from the Amazon River Opening


After sipping their coffees or hot tea, Fleming opened up.   

“In 1925, British Army Colonel Percy Fawcett took his son and a team to Mato Grosso in the Brazilian amazon rain forest to find the entrance to the Hollow Earth.”

Anderson heard different.

“You mean lost city of gold…”

“No, not just el Dorado lost city of gold but the Hollow Earth. If you ever sail under the North Pole, I advise you to steer away from the 30 mile area slightly off-center or else you will sail into the empty Earth…planes avoid it now as a matter of course”

Fleming took a sip of his hot tea.

My brother, Peter later an SOE light Colonel went looking for Fawcett and couldn’t find him. He vanished without a trace. Legend has it he might still be alive in an ageless condition…” 

Indy chimed in.

“Or dead. Why the urgency? So the Nazis are hiding out in the Hollow Earth making lots of blonde-haired babies with busty Fraulein…why this all out push..You know I reached a Hollow Earth opening with that SeaMaster pilot, LT. Sparks when the lad was just a radio operator--but they washed our memories of it so saith my shrink using hypnosis?”

“Darn ole' boy. Our intelligence has surmised that whatever you two found in that sunken sub was meant not for Base 211--but the Argentine 4th Reich Command by their Type XXI headed north at full speed which enabled us to track it. Its almost equidistant south of the Amazon mouth as we are north of it…”

Indy stood up and started pacing…pacing…

“It has to be some ancient artifact that gives them POWER—power they can use TODAY to turn-the-tables on WW2’s unhappy conclusion…something BIG. REALLY BIG. Last year, I fought the Soviet commies not far from here and 'the city of gold' wasn't made of it--these crystal skull intra-terrestrial beings were spoon feeding ancient man knowledge--in return for what? I don't know...but it had some kind of self-destruct device as it spun into a flying saucer and disappeared into thin air”

Fleming a man of quiet courage and determination, placed his coffee mug down.

“You stopped the Nazis from getting the Ark and the Commies an ESP weapon powered by demons. What could be bigger than that?”

“THAT—is what truly scares me.”

Feeling danger like never before, Indy thought back on Marion and her dolphins back at sunny Key West, Florida. Could she psychically feel him thousands of miles away?

USN UDT & Dolphins

Fleming tried to be reassuring. 

“If we get to pinpoint the opening, then our SAS commandos and your U.S.Army 82nd Airborne paratroopers lead by your gallant LTG Gavin of the secretive Jason Group will parachute in to help us put an end to this Nazi mischief..”

As the surfaced mini-sub sails up the dangerous river, Fleming describes Peter Fleming's mission while Indy recounts what he remembered from his brief encounter at a northern opening. The Fawcett mystery and Hollow earth lore are critical to the Nazi's Nordic superiority-inferiority complex and explains their love for things underground. The vast spaces underground were created as water tunnels from the Great Flood of Noah's Ark "fountains of the deep". 

Fleming quipped; "My dear boy--not Ark of the Covenant but an entire underground world linking entire continents...must strike soon..."

Indy & Bond Author Go Native

The Mato Grosso Natives are in Cahoots with the Nazis...Indy Goes for his Colt .45 ACP

Commander Fleming motions Indy to follow him with the SCR-2000 walkie-talkie as Commander Goulding beaches the X-51 onto a river bank as the SAS/SBS Commandos gather vegetation to camouflage it. Goulding bids them farewell;

"I'll give you 30 minutes then we'll send a search party. If they don't find you we'll head back to LT Sparks in the seaplane and call-in the All Americans..."

Fleming & Indy carefully make their way towards the last spot Peter Fleming concluded Fawcett was at before disappearing. Indy had marked a grid azimuth on a plastic-laminated map to follow its number converted to a magnetic azimuth he could follow with his G.I. lensatic compass.

It was slow going as Fleming Fairbairn Smatchet-hacked the vines on point.


Then, they bumped into the bare-breasted women natives--carrying their leader who pulled a nasty but functional German P38 9mm pistol on them both--wonder where he got that? mused Fleming as he motioned Indy to keep his .45 Colt ACP holstered.

Let's see where they take ME--when I whistle you dart away and pretend to run away but watch where they go from a distance...

After 30 minutes, Fleming pretended to fall and whistled...

Indy was long gone--or so it appeared. 

Unable to communicate, Fleming followed the sexy natives admiring their super side-breasts...  

Finally, they reach a Germanic-concrete building just like that appearing from the Amazon jungle...out popped equally breasty--GERMAN FEMALE SOLDIERS who tie him up at Kar98 rifle-bayonet point. One luscious babe has a STG44 Assault Rifle...the 4th Reich took the breast ehhh best and brightest "equipment" with them when traitor Prince Bernhard sabotage Arnhem--Operation MARKET-GARDEN giving the Nazis extra time to extricate themselves down here with HIGH TECHNOLOGY. 

Their leader spoke in German.

Was bringt Sie hierher, Commander Fleming?

Knowing perfect German, Fleming sarcastically replied with a welcomed sexual innuendo.

"Ich war Sightseeing ... aber nicht für Birds of the Amazon ..."

(I was sight-seeing...but not for Birds of the Amazon...)

Fleming is captured to get inside the Nazi Sex Slave Hut as a Diversion for Indy to Get to the Secret Opening...
Fleming taken away by Dutch Women Sex Slaves to the Hollow Earth Entrance

The women giggled with glee as Fleming was TALL and handsome the universal desire of women everywhere. They would have fun with him tied up--but 1st they had to take him to their Nazi/Hollow Earth leaders for instructions. 

Going down deeper...deeper...deeper....down a walking tunnel with ever slight downward angle, Fleming was searched by 4th Reich Nazi guards and entered a room completely covered in GOLD. 

Fleming cringed knowing where all that gold came from, the sick Nazi fucks. They can't seem to get enough of it--you can't eat it. They even went snooping around Fort Knox in '48. 


He took note his next Bond novel should carefully address this problem--in code of course...IF he gets out of the present mess.  

The Hollow Earth leader entered the room with an entourage of blind-folded and muffled 30 AU Commandos tied to each other in chains. He was flanked by a sinister SS or Gestapo officer in black who spoke in perfect English.

"So you want your men back?"

Fleming nodded. 

"You can't have them back. They'll tell the world of us and our location. Surely, you must understand?"

Fleming was on the top of his game. 

"They are good Soldiers. They'll keep their mouths shut. They haven't blabbed about your 'Base 211' now have they?"

The 4th Reich Nazi laughed.

"Nor have you in your amusing James Bond, Agent 007 spy novels camouflaged brilliantly in sex & violence. But you almost got yourself killed with what you revealed in 'Moonraker' a few years ago"


"I offer myself as your hostage. We'll take one of yours, too. The traditional Mongol way of keeping the peace". 

The Nazi was impressed with the offer.

"So you get an extended staycation from your MI6 duties at Kemsley newspapers and sample our buxom women. Shouldn't you pay US for this, say....in GOLD?"

Fleming laughed they Nazis love GOLD more than bosoms. 

"I want to learn all I can about this Hollow Earth culture..."

An Englishman in bush hat appears with proper military rank--Colonel Fawcett!

"Like I did?"

Fleming was astonished. Fawcett had not aged a day past whatever he was when supposedly lost in the 1920s. 

"In addition to all the beautiful women you want, Commander Fleming, you cease to age here away from the destructive rays of the sun."

Fawcett's son, with two gorgeous native girls bosoms pressed into his chest appeared. 

"Dad, tell him about the food here!"

The Nazi interrupted. 

"You have a deal, Commander Fleming. Don't ruin it for us."

Fleming thought ahead. 

"Are you sure everyone wants to be here?"

The Nazi relented.

"Yes, we have some busty Dutch women here we took with us who....while happy want to see their families back in the low lands..but they are not under any Official Secrets Act and would reveal our secrets...sorry, we can't let them go..."

Knowing he had an ace-in-the-hole with Indy bringing back the Cavalry, Fleming agreed to the deal and his men were unbound. 

"Tell your men a general direction to follow to get them to your mini-sub. No tricks, Commander Fleming or you'll be another foot note in history like Colonel Fawcett--but without the utopia..."

Fleming nodded and gave Bel-Vel Job a back azimuth and approximate distance to follow.

"Stop when you hit the river...you can't miss it! (the largest river in the world)"   

The Nazi heard the Hollow Earth leader speak into his ears as the 30 AU men were lead blind-folded out to the outside world. 

"It appears your Dr. Jones has an important medallion we need back even though even he is not likely to realize it's importance to our Nordic traditions...orders from higher headquarters...do you know where he is at the moment? 

The Great Hollow Earth Escape


Fleming & Indy Rescue the Nazi Sex Slaves

As the 30 AU men were escorted along their escape azimuth, out from the jungle a bulldozer hot-wired from the Nazi motor pool slammed into the Kubelwagon sending it down the heights to crash & burn. 

Indy!

The 30 AU men decked their captors then tied them up. They explained the situation to him and he radioed to Goulding to get the mini-sub going and have Sparks call-in Gavin's paratroopers. 

"I need you, Bel-Vel Job to come with me...we're busting those Dutch women out."  

Leading the men now with captured Nazi weapons, Indy entered the concrete building and went down shooting anyone in uniform...
 

The sexy German female guards ran off deeper into the Hollow Earth...

Indy & the 30 AU Commandos shot-down the male guards, freed the Dutch sex slaves and made a bee line out into the jungle for the mini-sub which couldn't hold them all. 

Indy radioed to Goulding to have the 82nd drop in some motor boats upstream. 

Goulding said Gavin's Paratroopers taking off from Rio would be there in the hour but they'd have to hold off Nazi pursuers until then.

Out. 

Indy had the women spread-out and given basic instructions how to use their weapons. 

Bel-Vel Job asked where Indy was going.

"I got to go get a best-selling author out of some trouble". 

Rear Guards Never Looked So Good

The Nazi response came fast, 1st by Small Fast Boats (SFBs). 

Sexy sex slave girl wants revenge on the Nazis--but gives Bel-Vel Job's Position Away!

Bel-Vel Job springs a Booby-Trap on the Nazis Imprisoning the Boobies who want them back!

Reaching the mini-sub, Indy gets some explosives, wire and detonator plus a helper before setting off for the secret entrance to Fleming.

Storming through the hidden entrance, Fleming and Sergeant Smith run wildly asking for Fleming using hand gestures for a tall male. 

Ever deeper...until....

"Dr Jones I presume?"

The Nazi Gestapo man had a Luger P08 9mm pistol barrel pressed at the back of Fleming's head. 

"Give us that medallion and you can have your playboy spy". 

Indy indeed had the mysterious medallion in his pocket with no intention of giving it up. 

A Mexican Stand-off. 

Off in the distance the massive drone of airplane engines and muffled explosions. 

The 82nd Airborne had arrived and would fan-out and surely find the tunnel entrance so the Nazis sounded the alarm to meet them.  

Enough of this thought Indy who superimposed his .45 ACP front sight post over the Nazi's "box" where his eyes & nose were and fired.

The Nazi squeezed his trigger 1st but the gun didn't fire. 

The Nazi dropped dead instantly sliding down Fleming's back. 

"Great shoot ole' boy!"

Racing to the entrance, they could see the Paratroopers jumping and the Nazis shooting at them. 

Fleming & Indy fired magazine after magazine forcing the Nazis down so the American paratroopers could land safely and get out of their harnesses. 


As the battle raged, Indy & Fleming knew that sealing the entrance would prevent the more numerous Nazis from getting out of the ground...they asked one of the newly discovered Dutch sex slaves where the other entrances were after blowing the one they had came in on. 

She motioned to follow her across a small river where a wire fence and guard tower protected it. Volunteering to lay the charges using her status as a slave leader, she slowly walked back to Indy/Fleming trailing the detonation wire when the guards noticed and opened fire!

Jumping into the water to evade the bullets, Indy met her and got the wire from her. Fleming ever the gentleman, pulled her busty self from the water. 

Indy attached the wires and exploded the entrance, the guard tower toppled. 

KABOOOOOOM!!!

Now back to the mini-sub--FAST!

Book 2: Mate. End Game?

Terror of the Stone Plates

When we flew back by LARA COIN plane to Florida we took a RAF Canberra to Bascome Down with the stone disks and medallion.

Bascome Down RAF Base

Q: “What in the hades are these, Commander Fleming?”

F: “I don’t know, some kind of pictures?”

So we spent several years scanning the disks for an image but found none. X-rays. Radiation. Ultra-violet light. You name it. Then one day just after you were born around 1964, Q brought in a new gizmo he called a LASER.

Q shines a laser in a test bed bench at a stone disk on a bracket achieving a full screen picture on the wall.

Fleming is fascinated.

“It’s a movie disk! Like a phonographic record what fools we have been!”

Q: “its not spinning yet, Sir”.

Q began to slowly hand-turn the stone disk and an incredible pre-historic scene was depicted like a video camera footage of real life.

007: “So you discovered they are like today’s DVDs only harder to get even if no stores sell either of them anymore?”

Indy: “Right. May I continue?”

007: “Please do, professor”.

Indy: "We set-up and secure room for a screening of the first of the stone disks complete with film cameras recording the event. The pottery jar with the animals was a sort of Rosetta stone to decode their language."

007: “Who were these ancient peoples?”

Indy: “I’m getting to that, trust me. I hope you are ready. I’m not and I was THERE.”

Fidgeting in his leather chair, Indy continues…

The sounds of each letter were figured out by our linguistic experts watching disk 1 as each exotic animal was shown. Some were horrific as they had been playing with genetics and making pigs with wings and other sick mutations.  But something wasn’t quite right as we watched the screen set up on the wall.

One of our chest-blessed assistants, you refer to as ‘Q-ute’ was bringing in coffee for everyone when a huge leg just stomped in front of the ancient cameraman filling the screen.

Q remarked the cameraman probably needed a pants change right about here.

Q’ute giggled and said, “You know what they say about the size of a man’s foot…”

When suddenly this giant at least 300 feet tall walked away and turned back and dropped to the ground facing the cameraman—a huge ugly distorted face with 3 eyes—I kid you not.

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Everyone was horrified and motionless. A pin drop wouldn’t even be close to how quiet we were.

Q’ute broke the tension, “That cameraman should have got an Emmy” and gave a cup to Q.

THE GIANT LEERED AT HER AS SHE MOVED.

Q’ute seeing the giant lusting after her through the screen drops the tray of cups and runs hysterically for the door.

Good move.

A giant hand and forearm at this point reached through the screen for Q’ute barely ahead of its grasp!

I called “SHUT IT DOWN! NOW! It’s a 2-WAY PORTAL! Shut it down now!"

The beast reached for Q’ute as she flung the door open jabbing him just enough to temporarily stop him. No one could shut the system down so Fleming dove to the fire alarm setting off the water sprinklers overhead short-circuiting the machinery—thank God we used a room with a fire extinguisher system!

But the horrors just began…as the portal closed around the huge hand and forearm it SNAPPED IT OFF, gushing foul-smelling blood over EVERYONE.  

007: “Oh. My. God.”

Indy: “you got that right."

Indy was trembling as he spoke.

We were all never the same again. No one talks about it. The stone disks are locked up so NO ONE can EVER view them. And I mean NO ONE. Not even a Rothschild or a Rockefeller. NO ONE. PERIOD. EVER. They are not stone DVDs…they are extra-dimensional portals probably to different time periods in human history and pose a existential threat to the human race, maybe even the universe itself.

007 got up from behind his desk and tossed a ziplock bag with multiple SECURITY classification labels on it—and a stone disk inside on the adjacent leather chair.

Indy got up from his chair in abject terror and ran to the door, opened it and crouched behind it.  

Not saying a word, Indy removes his suit coat jacket and throws it over the stone disk so no light of any kind shines on it.

“where did you get that?”

“Archives upon 50 year declassification.”

“Put that back where you found it. I say destroy it and the 6 other disks. IMMEDIATELY.”

“Not so fast. We have a huge problem stemming from your Motto Grasso Incident. So tell me what did disk 1 prove to you?”

“I guess you didn’t go to Sunday school, eh kid?

“No after father died in ’64 she raised us as staunch secularists. Please enlighten me”.

“The giant we saw is warned about in Genesis 6 of your King James Bible was an offspring of fallen angels having sex with our lusty women. You never watched anything from LA Marzulli?”

“Afraid not.”

"Legend has it in the apocryphal Book of Enoch these ‘titans’ were 1 thousand 500 feet tall.

“Good God.”

“Not so God, not from God. They rebelled against God and to thumb their nose at him had sex with Earth women and concocted horrific animals like unicorns, flying horses, centaurs sick stuff. If God didn’t kill them all in the flood and preserve mankind with Noah and his family in the Ark, we wouldn’t be here today. The giants were eating us out of house and home."

“Can you imagine dozens of 1500 foot giants crapping all over the world?”

“Exactly. So Noah’s Ark and the flood was an act of mercy by God not cruelty.”

“So where are these soul-less giants now? And their brethren who kept their pants zipped?”

“You know they serve their master who runs the world…”

“So MI6 has PROOF that giants exist, live samples of giant blood, film footage of looking back in time at an ancient people but you sit on it all behind security classifications….”

“Yes. For Queen & Country the sheeple must not know their sovereign gave them a Bible and what it warns us about is true.”

“You didn’t by chance see what was on the other side of the medallion/plate?”

“No those u-boat shells were keeping us a little busy...”

“Darn. We made a mistake i'm afraid dear sir. my departed dad in his haste forgot to photograph the back side.”

“So no one knows whats on the other side?”

“Sort of like the dark side of the moon,,,but there is one man who knows the answer to both questions..”

“Who?”

"Ever hear of  Sir Robert Sterling?"

"Who hasn't? He's privately funded his own space program"

"He says he saw the other side of the plate as a Nazi pow digging in mines in northern Greece during WW2"

"Why now? whats the hurry?"

"He just sent her majesty's government a memo. He says hes launching a missile with a nuclear warhead to hit the moon next week, next Wednesday. M wants you and i to talk him out of it, if necessary terminate him.,."

Sterling’s office

007: "You got a lot of governments pissed at you, maybe sit away from this window..."

Stevens; "not governments gentlemen, the real rulers the Illuminati the whole world gonna watch as I blow open the whole can of worms such that no one can deny the truth..."

Indy: "what truth is that? whats on back side of medallion?"

Stevens: "back side of the moon and more…"

Indy: "WHO made the medallion?"


Legendary researcher and the author's friend, Jim Marrs revealed the truth about our Moon which always has 1x side facing us and a dark side that never does in his landmark book, Alien Agenda

Stevens: "Medallions plural. Tell me you didn't get them all to tell the whole story? I'll tell you what I know. Aristotle said the Prosolenes of northern Greece in Arcadia were named after Selene the Greek goddess of the Moon and the term “Prosolenes” means BEFORE THE MOON. These people lived there before there were Greeks and laid their claim for Arcadia because they were there before there was a Moon in the heavens. Greek author Plutarch says there were pre-Lunar people in Arcadia and Roman writer says the Arcadians were ‘older than the Moon’. Tibetan monks wrote there was a civilization that existed before there was a Moon, too!”

Indy: “Holy Shit”

007: “SHOT! GET DOWN!”

Crack! KABOOM! A sniper’s rocket propelled grenade blasts kills Stevens into a horrible pink mist and flash flame. He is gone. Almost.

Bond pulls out his PF9 and returns 9mm fire at the opposing building firing signature across the way…

Indy kneeling and holding Stevens’ head up hears his dying last words:

“The launch will go on without me…only I know where launch will take place and how…”

Indy and Bond recover the office's things that were destroyed--but no clues.

Bond: "We must go back and dive to get the other medallions—or use hypnotic regression and a sketch artist...they got anti-gravity craft"

Indy: "I know that. I blew up one of their secret bases a few years back, they were holding dad for peace ransom as the report told you."

Bond: "We'll go in low under radar using the USSOCOM's Russian seaplane equivalent of the SeaMaster."

We'll need need Marion, too. Only her dolphins know way back to the sunken U-Boat. 

Vesper to break encryption...

"James the last time you said it was an easy in then out, you were surrounded by Iranian Soldiers trying to get Leiter out..."

Bond & Vesper smash a global Illuminati drug ring in "The Bell Tolls for Thee: The Poppy is Also a Flower"

https://www.bitchute.com/video/yEFnjIT58AeL/

Bond laughed.

"We needed you afterwards to decode that anti-submarine magnetic device, too"

"What's a financial analyst to do? Sit at her desk?"

Return to Mato Grosso

They fly in their Russian-made A40 seaplane akin to the P6M from a top-secret USSOCOM "mothership" to Mato Grosso--but time is running out!

The mighty Russian jet seaplane lands and lets out Marion's dolphins who bounce towards the exact spot. Commander Sparks USN (Retired) back at the controls recalled to active duty just for this sensitive mission motors the plane on the water following Marion's dolphins. His co-pilot? His sexy buxom wife! 


The dolphins circle over the spot where they rescued Indy years before. 

They dive and find the U-Boat devoid of gold...no surprises there.... 


Taking a SFB Indy/Bond/Vesper blast their way in as Sparks/wife/Marion guard the seaplane...

Indy radios back to Marion to collect her dolphins--no gold, no medallions. 

Back At the Seaplane, A Council of War

Drying off with a towel, Bond begins with the obvious.

"If we can't get the medallions, Headquarters will have to wait and find out with the rest of us WHO made the moon...WHY will take a little bit longer".

Vesper hugged him and took over drying duties.

Indy winced.

"We could always go BACK to Mato Grosso, bust our way IN and ASK the troglodytes if we can have them?"

Bond looked at Indy and both knew they were under orders to get the medallions BEFORE the madman's atomic warhead, rocket launch.  

"What do we have for combat power?"

Bond looked over the bomb bay turned into a dolphin swim tank. Wedged between them were 4x folded electric-powered aka ekayaks with oars. Aft of them were a 7-man USN SEAL squad sitting on bench seats. 1x seat left for Bond, but Marion would be needed to control her dolphins and Indy to get them to the last opening circa 1958; that's 3x.

"Lieutenant, please come hither we have a task for you!"

Bond beckoned to Commander Sparks; "Commander, take-off and fly us to the mouth of the Amazon insertion point (IP), please!"  

Into the Breach Once Again...

Slowly and silently motoring into the mighty Amazon river, faces blackened, M4A7 carbines drawn in 7.62mm x 51mm NATO heavy bullets to chop through jungle, holographic red dot collimator night/reflex sights scanning, each ekayak's front seat was a SEAL Commando with the back seats filled by Bond, Marion, Indy. Bond's biological father, Commander Fleming had lead a team by parachute into Berlin's waterways, paddle-kayaking through the RED ARMY's cordon to break-out 2IC Martin Bormann to fund all of the post-1945 festivities that have been underway ever since...

https://www.bitchute.com/video/jHwnQ76xxh4P/

Bond indulged in his mind's eye as the jungle went slowly by. Bond's adopted father knew his mom by way of his dad's bird watching fascination sharing the same name, "Bond" which he wrote many spy novels that became movies. When people joke that he could be "the REAL James Bond" ha! if they only knew...but they'd never know...they don't WANT to know about the evil secret societies that rule & ruin the world--just 11 MILLION Illuminati that if the sheeple grew a pair of balls could AR15 pitch-fork them out of existence and he'd not have to undertake these desperate last-second missions to save the world. One of these days IT WILL be too late. 

Then what?

It took the entire day and the sun was dropping when the dolphins and Indy stopped the ekayak force to ground itself onto the river bank. Marion would stay behind with her 2x dolphins guarding the boats now covered in camouflage netting. Indy had a sturdy SEAL act as point machete man, a short but stocky Petty Officer named Mike Walsh. By Indy was his SEAL LT, James Curran controlling their movements by hand & arm signal. Looking at the caved-in opening overgrown with vegetation using infared Night Vision Goggles (NVGs) Curran whispers to Indy: "Got any other openings?"

"We blew another one that probably was re-opened as it was guarded."

Curran motioned his SEALs to break-out e-tool shovels and found to their delight the soil was soft and easy to clear away to the hardened rock opening.  

"I think we can get thru now, Skip" Walsh motioned for the team to enter. Flanking him was Petty Officer Richard Simpkins with a 7.62mm Light Machine Gun (LMG) and Boatsman Eric Walters with M4A7s with stick hand/rifle grenades:

https://1sttac.blogspot.com/2021/04/tactismart-054-where-are-our-rifle-hand.html

Covering their 6 o'clock, Petty Officer Tim Ruckman with a 12 gauge/20mm shotgun mounted under his M4A7 assault carbine for short-range firepower.


 M4A7 with 12ga/20mm shotgun underneath and on top, ACOG Night/Reflex Sights www.combatreform.org/nightvision.htm

ALL HANDS wearing hard body armor that stops bullets. 

https://1sttac.blogspot.com/2021/05/ismart-063-body-armor-thyself-110-00-us.html

Turning a tunnel corner, they encounter a "house" absurdly standing in a large cavern. Curran motioned the team into its room-clearing TTPE3 drill. 

Storming inside they catch some elderly Nazis in the act of a sex orgy with some buxom Fraulein. Killing one the senior Nazi surrendered knowing the former meant business. Speaking in broken English;

"He'll be alright. Our doctors are good and the Earth's healing powers down here are remarkable. What do you want?" 

Indy spoke up in German describing the Italian mountain people's medallions.

"Oh!" (he laughed). 

"They are in our Nordic Righteousness Museum dedicated to Odin. Right down your alley, Dr. Jones. You look like you haven't aged much since '58!"

Jones laughed. 

"Take me to your museum".   

Museum of Horrors

The Nazi commander was quite affable for someone who should be DEAD. 

"When you shot me in '58 you made me think about a lot of things"

Indy stopped the group as it walked deeper into the Hollow Earth. 

"We are not yet in Agartha. I went there as deep as you can--the Earth's center to be healed. You can live for hundreds of years there--like pre-flood times. You can't die unless you destroy the body completely so it can't heal. I hold no grudges against you, Dr. Jones."

Indy pointed his gun barrel into the Nazi commander to keep walking.

"Where's Fawcett?"

The Nazi shook his head.

"He got tired of living. It happens. Even with his new, very beautiful wife...one day he had her burn him at a stake...death...crisp...ashes...he returned to the Earth whence he came...we all came"

"Nice bed time story, Nazi, how much farther?"

"There, it is!"

Complete with Nazi flag draped over the building front!

An ivory building--more a temple. 

Bond interjected; "Show us the medallions, please we are in an awful hurry"

The Nazi walked to a glass case which Bond was raising his sturdy, side-folding, M4A7 butt stock to smash...

"No need, stop". 

The Nazi opened the case. 

"Go ahead, take them. Look outside before you go--that opening is Agartha."

The party stepped outside and into the opening of Agartha. 


The party was awestruck!

"Why are you letting us go so easily?"

"I'm not. The alarms has already been sounded..."

"Why are YOU not resisting us?"

The Nazi laughed.

"We no longer have to worry about your lazy, nihilistic generation breaking a sweat to come here. They'll claim they don't believe you--but really they are physical and moral cowards who frankly DON'T WANT TO KNOW their true existence--what REALity really is. Horrible, huh?"

The Nazi shook his head.

"We keep tabs on what the surface dwellers are up to. However, there are some people down here who don't want you to go just because they love the chase...go now hurry!"

Indy did NOT want to leave!

Bond had to prod him back to reality.

"We have our orders...Dr...Colonel? Jones"

Indy sprinted further in looking out across the rivers...


"It's Atlantis!"

Bond caught up with him as the SEALs knelled and took a hasty 360 degree perimeter.

"It's going to be your Valhalla if we don't get out of here! They'll burn you to ASH...they know how to end you if they want to...don't make Fawcett's mistake!"

"What was that?"

"Over-staying his welcome!"

Nazi bullets whizzed over their heads...GAME ON!

Indy was done snapping digital pictures. He had the medallions in his leather flight jacket. 

"You're right! Let's go!" 

The Father of All Battles Royale


The SEALs did an "Australian peel-off" break-contact drill...1st Indy, then Bond...then each one emptying a magazine of 7.62mm NATO bullets towards their pursuers...

They stumble upon a blackened spot where a stake had been back into the tunnel..they had found the remains of the "lost" Colonel Fawcett RIP, the rest of his expedition? 

No time to find out. 

The tail-end charlie, set tiny boxes behind them on detonation by crossing an invisible laser beam. 

BOOOM! BOOM! the Nazi pursuers suffered body-incinerating, violent deaths from the booby traps--they were wise to the trick now moving more cautiously...

As the team ran for their lives, one of the SEALs--Ruckman was hit in his hard body armor plate by a...crossbow bolt! Blasting back with 00 buckshot, he wounded the man who ran ahead to a wall door where more bolts shot out as the team hit the deck.

"Room clearing drill now!" ordered Curran. 

The Rifle Grenadier fired a RAFAEL Simon door-breaching rifle grenade exploding the heavy wooden door open. Curran found a topless native girl shivering in fear and with his hands asked where the Nazis were?

She pushed him through the door and with his assault carbine blazing, killed the crossbow native standing to the right of a senior Nazi officer reaching for his Luger 9mm pistol.  

Not wise to expect it to malfunction this time, Indy dispatches him with his 5.56mm Assault Pistol now with USW stock extended.   

The indoor firefight with Nazis was over in under a minute. The breasty native babes ran-off leaving dead natives, a Nazi officer and a pile of GOLD bars. 

Col Fawcett's son appeared holding his hands up. 

"Gentlemen. You can't take it with you...but you can powderize it and drink it--its the fountain of youth if you're living top-side"

"So the gold powder  myths were true! how the Illuminati extends their lives...evil buggers"

Son of Fawcett added: "they--wont let you leave EVER!"

Bond smirked; "We'll see about that! Where are they coming from?"

"Everywhere...the tunnel walls have multiple doorways..." 

SINISTER DEMON TINY PEOPLE appear and run-off. 

Indy recognized them from when he was exploring Machu Picchu--they'll report their position to the Nazis with guns. 

The SEAL shotgunner nailed one with a 12 ga/20mm blast.... 

Son of Fawcett looked down on the midget man...

"They are waiting word from their master to come to the surface and vanquish the surface dwellers--no one ages here"

"We know...about the non-aging...Vesper & Marion would love that!"

"Who are they?"

"Our significant others..surface speak for our wives..."

Son of Fawcett laughs. 

LT Curran was more practical. 

"Search him!!!nothing hidden in his boot?

"Indy, you watch too many movies its too hard to get corporations to change their molds Q tells me..."

Walsh rips of the midget's mini-boots. Then they saw the electronic time digitally counting down..

Walsh tosses the boots yelling, "Fire-in-the-hole!"

Embarrassed, Bond quips: "I didn't say that the ENTIRE BOOT WASN'T A BOMB DID I?

They team resumes their running like the opening scene of the TV show, "The Mod Squad"

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kd85Qim_Z6A

However, the midget people are too fast getting away and reporting their position without a doubt. 

The SEALs shoot by instinct--no time to aim...

uggghhhh

they are chased...time is running out...

...must get to surface to at least transmit pics of other side of plate and medallions to GCHQ...

They finally reach the tunnel entrance; Marion has moved there and guns down some Nazi pursuers...

Indy admires her in her underwear...

"I had to swim across a river to get here..."  

"Make sure we avoid it going back!"

As the Nazi pursuit forces them away from their original path in (never a good idea to return the way you came) they are stopped by Marion's river. 

The SEALs have thought ahead and brought flotation donuts with them--an old Red Army trick. 

https://1sttac.blogspot.com/2020/06/futurewarthink-015-cant-swim-why-hell.html 

The natives are restless--and throwing spears; the Nazis are shooting guns...

Curran's rifle grenadier shoots high explosive shells into them exploding them into screaming, flaming bodies.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RoPhNKLWPBs

As they take the bypass route to their ekayaks, they encounter a Nazi mobile missile transporter-erector-launcher...they attack the missile operators and move to a stand-off as stick rifle hand grenades are tossed to explode it. 

"That was a nasty surprise we averted..."

Suddenly, an Anti-Gravity Craft (AGC) appears out of the jungle!

"Shoot it!" Curran orders...

The Nazi flying saucer crashes splattering through the jungle...

Indy transmits to GCHQ the pics...

Bond asks: "whats on that damn other side anyway?"

Indy flips the 2nd medallion...then all of them

"OMG! no moon!"

"The tribal wall paintings...I should have known...no moon!"

"Stevenson was right. They were here on the earth before the flood the great deluge..."

"No moon that means someone sent the moon here...its...

hollow..."

The team reaches the dolphins who Marion gives the medallions to carry in a pouch back to the seaplane if they don't make it...Bond radios Sparks to start-up the engines for a river take-off under fire...

wwwwwoooossssshhh!

A missile plume rises out of the nearby jungle...

"Holy shit! Stevens is launching from here...."

Bond knows WHY: "So all the world's militaries will converge on here"

Indy corrects him; "not converge--BOMBARD!!! HE WANTS THEM TO DESTROY MATO GRASSO!"

"Cunning ole' bastard"

"DEAD bastard like we are going to be if we don't get out of here!"

A bloodied Nazi grabs Marion; "All your hands up!"

It's the Nazi anti-gravity pilot and his copilot.

Bond and Iindy laugh...

"We are all going to die in 15 minutes--30 minutes tops--once the first ICBM lands here..."

Bond adds "Stevenson launched his missile from here"

Indy: "Missiles--another just launched..."

"Can you get that flying saucer to work?"

"It flies..it just wont fly as fast as it usually does"

"What are we waiting for then?"

Working together they V/TOL exit the area as the first nuke impacts...

Flying away at over 5, 000 mph the Nazis point-out..

"Even we don't go to the dark side of the moon...its verboten."

Landing on the water adjacent to their jet seaplane...Bond asks if they want to return with them?

"Nein. Too violent. We like it here better". 

Bond & Indy laugh in agreement...

Back in London...

The entire world watches as Stevenson's missiles continue onward to their target 237, 000 miles away...it is a FULL MOON....

Everyone expects a 4th of July...

Bond tells Indy, Marion and Vesper; "M says her above top secret contacts say no need to fear, yes moon is a hollow satellite they have known this for generations...but the 11M Rockefeller & Rothschild Illuminati are not so sanguine at this upstart billionaire's upcoming stunt..."

Vesper: "Yes...even after I decoded the medallion's meanings?"

Marion giggled; "it'll just be a fireworks display"

Indy added: "at highest observatory in the world..."

Watching from Bond's flat's balcony, the Stevenson's atomic missiles impact & explode on the bright side of the moon...crowds below ewww & awww...

Bond & Indy are with their respective wives...who are HAPPY THEIR MEN ARE ALIVE!

Bond pops a champagne cork drinks/kisses Vesper...

Marion lights cigarette and accepts a glass--nothing to worry about...

Indy looking through a telescope is instead terrified!

"Everything to worry about---come take a look"

Bond peeks 1st then bond drops his glass and gets on his phone...

Indy staggers away...

Vesper looks into telescope and screams! screams! IN TERROR!

FALLS TO THE GROUND

Marion looks and runs up to Indy and embraces him for protection

Indy looks in again, "you don't need the telescope"

A huge gaping hole hole in the moon's eye--like the famous silent movie...

Pouring out are horrible flying creatures and giant craft...

"Nephilim" mutters Indy.

THE END


ENTER THE REAL WORLD OF 007 JAMES BOND & INDIANA JONES!  

The 007 Indiana Jones, James Bond is REAL Universe (JBIRU)


1933-45: "SPYMAKER: The Secret Life of Ian Fleming"


1942: "The Silent Enemy"


1944: 007 Indiana Jones: "FAST GETAWAY"



1958-Present: "007 Indiana Jones & the Danger of the Lost Moon" 


1959: "Thunderball" (TB)



1962: "On Her Majesty's Secret Service" (OHMSS)


1962: "Dr. No" 


1963: "From Russia with Love" (FRWL)


1964: "Goldfinger" (GF)



1965: "The Man with the Golden Gun" (TMWTGG)



1966: "You Only Live Twice" (YOLT)


1967: "The New Spy Against Divided Evil" (NSADE)


2009: "Casino Royale" & "Quantum of Solace" (CR & QoS)


2011: "The Point of Gravity"



2013: "MASQUERADE: Everything is NOT What it Appears"


2015: "The Bell Tolls for Thee: The Poppy is Also a Flower" (TBTFT)


2021: "Jeannie in a Bottle"


More 007 Indiana Jones Adventures to Come!!


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