Oh, That Happened, Hope They Make a Movie About It:
Far beyond, in the background of Bruce O'Brian's entrance to Hong Kong, there was a shadow war going on between three forces. One was the American Central Intelligence Agency, who was tasked to protect the strangest and potentially, most lethal asset that has ever graced their agency. After all, it's not every day that the United States has a filmmaker who can literally claim he helped finance a film that started an anti-communist revolution.
Despite the circumstances surrounding it being rather… interesting to say the least.
The fact that most people at the Hong Kong Office were fans was… well noted, considering that many posters adorned their walls.
Operation Guardian was something that the CIA planned for if Bruce ever went back to China, especially since the CCP wanted to assassinate him, something that everyone here was quite surprised about, especially considering Bruce's more… well some would say apolitical, some would even say that his chaotic nature that no one understands. Business to say, was good.
They had the things and tools they needed, and they had a lot of things prepared for any eventuality, especially from the Red Dragon Triad, the unofficial, official branch of the Communist Party's intelligence apparatus within Hong Kong. The Same Triad that had tried to assassinate Bruce a few years prior, who had received, according to sources, an undisclosed shipment from the Mainland. Probably weapons, and tools to plan an assassination.
The only problem was, why was Bruce Here? Was he an official asset that no one told anyone about? Was he here on business?
Was he here on fucking vacation!?
They didn't know a damn thing.
So that meant that the Office would have to play hardball against the triads and work with their counterparts and Hong Kong Police to handle this while Bruce was here.
It was going to be a shitshow.
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The Second one was of the British MI6. They were doing this mostly because they were afraid that their boss in London was about to lose everything to a madman who had decided to make life difficult for everyone involved.
The Orders from the Home office were clear. Very clear. Protect Bruce, and stop anything that could start a war. Which was to say, Bruce dying. It was very clear to many people that Bruce coming to Hong Kong was something that everyone was afraid of.
There was also the clear fact that no at the Hong Kong Office knew anything from the CIA. or if he was even an asset that would be working with them.
But what was clear… was that they had to haul ass. Or they would all lose more than their favorite actor.
They might all lose their heads.
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The Third and final… member of this dance, was the Red Dragon Triad. They were tasked with many things. Drugs, weapons smuggling. Human trafficking. Really the standard criminal affairs.
What they also were, were men and women who sold their talents to state governments, particularly the CCP, for their… discretion.
And the contract was clear.
25 million in gold, to be paid on the completion of the murder, and confirmation of the kill… for Bruce O'Brian.
It was an odd request, especially after the last time they tried, but they had made the price well worth the asking price.
If he died and the Red Dragons were discovered to do it. They would all be killed. So they upped their price accordingly. Especially since Bruce O'Brian was a hard man to kill.
There were stories about what the man actually did that night that no one knew about. And the rumors everyone agreed on, was handing him over to the CIA where he was tortured…
As an educational tool.
But they had more than enough time now. This was Hong Kong, this was their turf. And they would not fail.
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(Bruce POV)
You looked at the newspaper as the breakfast was served. "I still can't believe you call this crap food." You said as the English breakfast was offered. "What do you think?"
John smiled. "It's an acquired taste. Maybe some of that noodle pie."
"Yeah, it is, but I like more of a dumpling when I'm here." You said. "Are they any good?"
"They are great, but that is more of a lunch than a breakfast," John replied. "But-"
"Yeah, I'm having it." You waved to the waiter. "Uh, do you serve dumplings. I will pay extra for dumplings."
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The Triad member paled, as everything had all fallen apart. He couldn't poison the dumplings now he would see it was tampered with…
The breakfast poisoning for the meal was falling apart, he had to retreat and try again.
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Agent… Goose, why the hell they called him that, he did not know. Quietly grabbed the triad member he had been watching for hours, who had tried to slip a syringe into a plate of dumplings that Bruce had ordered.
"Sorry mate, but looks like we're going to be taking a ride." He whispered as he placed the pistol into his side, so keep walking."
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(Bruce POV)
Ah, it had been too long since you had done a nice, gritty, action scene. Batman was fun, but he was a superhero, and you knew half the guys working on the film doing the stunts with you. They were great, and you knew they were great.
Here. You had a gun firing blanks and you had to fly down the stairs. And it was going to be awesome!
Everyone knew you, but no one had ever worked with you, and that was exciting. Because you could try some new moves and no one would believe you, and it was going to be fun.
"Alright John, I'm going to slide down the stairs, head forward, and it will be a roll, to my feet, and I blast." You said. You liked the scene, you really did. But you wanted it to be cool and John Agreed.
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The Triad member watched through the scope and breathed in slowly.
He had the script ready, because once the action was called, he go down the railing of the stairs, and Bruce O'Brian would die, an accident on set.
They would see the bullet in the autopsy yes, but he would be long gone.
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Colins… he fucking hated that code name, why was he given the code name Michael fucking Colins.
It was funny at first, but really it was embarrassing now. A Proud Englishman using the name of an Irish hero.
Hong Kong PD was prepared for the raid, and the Sniper was not going to be long for his spot.
Now if only they could have delayed filming, but Damn Woo and his producers and O'Brian wanted things done today, so he could go home.
Fuck this day. You had to climb this fucking scaffolding.
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(Bruce POV)
"ACTION!"
You moved quickly, sprinting across the upper staircase as the blanks fired at the wall, and you did what you said, face forward on the staircase, not on the railing, moving on your belly down the stairs.
You thought you felt something over your head, as one of the pieces of wood splintered, but nothing felt odd.
As you rolled over you pulled the trigger and the blanks fired.
Then there was a loud. "CUT!"
You let out a breath. "Finally, I didn't think that would work."
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Collins fired three bullets and the sniper fell down. And he looked at the filming location. He saw Bruce talking to the director…
Huh… fucking Americans. Hopefully, he can get a citation for this crap.
The assassin then groaned in pain, as he walked over. "Well mate, you and I are going to have a long conversation after I save your life."
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(Bruce POV)
You smiled at the actors and directors all gathered at the meeting hall, and you smiled. "I'm sure all of you have many things to say, and wonder why I am supporting you. It's because I see the creativity that you have, and I know what would happen if something were to happen. You may even welcome it."
"But I am going to pull from my own experiences. When me and George succeeded with American Graffiti, we almost decided to stay behind at Universal. We had wanted to try something new, with George wanting to make Star Wars. But we saw what kind of relationship this was going to be. It would begin well, but if we screwed up, even once… we would be finished. We decided to take the risk and try to be on our own. It was scary, we thought we would fail.
But it was far better that we tried, knowing the success might be worth it… Than fail in a relationship that would not be favorable. The risk was worth it, even if it was an almost impossible dream."
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(Bruce POV)
Triad busted, over 500 arrested in a criminal sting.
"Can't believe that I managed to see something like that happen on my trip to China." You mused.
It wasn't until after you got home, and saw the news about Chinese agents trying to kill other government officers in Hong Kong… that you realized something.
Were they trying to kill me?
Nah, they were probably doing something else... you weren't that important.
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Reward: Bruce has successfully galvanized the Hong Kong Independence movement to break away from China, and choose its own path.
He didn't know that the CIA and MI6 were working together to try and save his life and was nearly killed on at least two separate occasions.
They got information that the Red Dragons were trying to kill you, and it led to a huge conspiracy where they were trying to kill many British and Hong Kong officials and get pro-unification candidates elected by intimidation, bribes, and other…
Usavory methods.
Things happening in the future will be affected by that.
