Oddfinger


Disclaimer: The character of oddjob is created and owned by someone else as this will s just for fan fiction purposes only.

AN: This will be set after the events of the Bond film Goldfinger and this story will be a one-shot, with a few added additions as well.


Chapter: One

Odd enough for you

To him it was a dream.

Or was it.

Laying motionless and being carried away in a stretcher by medical personal for the army. A incident had already ended, which some criminal attempted to break in the vault and steal the gold. Only to be stopped by the member of the British secret service. Name unknown. The Asian man was found in the vault where the gold is stored.

Death by electrocution, from what the medical staff had examined at first when they arrived at the scene. They had to put their masks on due to the burning flesh that carried in the air and as he is put into an ambulance the medical staff has no idea his hand is twitching to indicate he is alive.

With his eyes closed he is dreaming or remembering what had just transpired. His boss Aric Goldfinger ordered him to kill James Bond. A annoying pest and once oddjob came upon the man he found it amusing the secret agent threw an object at him. Oddjob felt no pain on impact

He threw his hat at Bond, but missed. Only then the agent tried to fight him with objects and a few hits of his own. Oddjob was unfazed and tossed him around like a rag doll, even chopping Bond to his back, along with that almost breaking the agents hand.

The ambulance continued to drive away from the army base. Bond in turn threw his hat at Oddjob, only to miss and be lodged upon the cage where the gold is located. He smiled with confidence or overconfidence, which he causally walked over to grab his at. Only it became a almost fatal mistake.

A surge of electricity flows through his body, which the pain is unbearable and noticed the agent had tricked him by luring him into a trap. How, simple a exposed electrical cable which the agent stuck upon the cage bars. Oddjob roared in pain and caused him to fall to the floor.

He was left for dead.

All the more reason why the medical personal think he is dead. Oddjob's blood is boiling to remember such a humiliation. One of the medical staff in the ambulance checked on the vitals of the Asian John Doe. Only for a hand reach for his neck and gripped it tightly, the man struggled to breath.

With a gripped twist snapped the neck of the medical person, Oddjob got up slowly and tossed the body of the medical person out the back. The driver of the ambulance wondered what is going on back there. However it was too late, an arm plowed right through and grabbed the back of the drivers head.

Pushing the driver's head forward into the steering wheel of the vehicle it itself, the result fractured the driver's skull and in turn caused the ambulance to stop at the side of the road. Still in pain Oddjob managed to get out of the back of the vehicle, head to the driver's side and toss the body of the driver out.

Oddjob now sat upon the seat of the driver's side of the vehicle and pondered for a brief moment in where he could go to recover from his injuries. His hand is trembling, but not from fear. It's from being electrocuted and the rest of his body smelled like burnt rubber.

Then he remembers he has a contact in a group called SPECTRE that owes him a favor. His contact could help him. At the moment he is unaware of the fate of Aric Goldfinger. So he had to get out of America and return home, to heal and plot his revenge on James Bond.


Two days later: New Orleans, Louisiana

Having sent a message to his SPECTRE contact, he had been informed on where to go. He arrived at the port of New Orleans, which he ditched the ambulance and walked slowly to a large yacht, a fancy one with the name on the side of the boat called the Disco Volante

He is still in a lot of pain, but managed to ignore it the best he could. He stood where the plank would take him up to the ship itself. Two armed guards escorted him to the inside of the ship, until they stopped and one of the guards knocked on the door, a voice told them to come.

Once inside Oddjob stared at the fancy dressed looking man with an eye patch. He is sitting there, having some expensive wine and on the plate is some of the most expensive crab anyone can eat. His name is Emilio Largo, a powerful man for SPECTRE.

"Leave us," commanded Largo

The guards left them alone in the room, which Largo is chewing down on his food. Oddjob knew Largo owes him a favor. For what reason, Oddjob saved his life once, although it resulted in Largo losing an eye.

"Too bad about Goldfinger," said Largo "His plan was foolish and yes he is dead. Got sucked out of a plane...such a pity."

"Heal me," spoke Oddjob in a pain filled voice "You...owe...me."

"Hmm, yes." Mused Largo as he touched his eye patch "Although it did cost me an eye...very well I shall abide by of what I owe you."

"Good." Grunted Oddjob

"However," sneered Largo "It will be painful as I went through when I lost my eye. My doctor's will see to your needs and if your looking for underling work a business associate of mine Mr. Hai Fat."

"Fine...and." spoke Oddjob

"No, you will not go after Mister Bond." said Largo "Number One has plans for him and now go...the smell of rotting flesh is annoying me."


Hours later: Disco Volante medical bay

He hated this.

His eyes glared up at the ceiling, Largo's doctor's had just finished patching him up. It wasn't easy as his right arm had been burned, along with his back and left leg. The suit he wore during when he was electrocuted felt like sandpaper to peel off, blood is on the floor.

He is informed by the doctor's that his injuries will take time to heal and won't have full motion in either his right arm and his left leg. He will still be able to walk around, he has bandages on his back, but the smell is still there. His hand was badly burned, so he had to wear a glove.

Largo did manage to make him a new hat. Good, very good. Oddjob will practice hard to be formable and to one day kill James Bond, only this time with his bare hands. He smiled to his imagination to one day do so, but not now. Not yet.


Years later: Hong Kong, Bottoms Up Club

He was bored.

Hai fat was not as fun as Aric Goldfinger was, but Oddjob got some work out of the man doing various jobs for him. He had learned SPECTRE is gone, Largo is dead. He gulped down on his drink, the scars upon his body still itched a lot, but got used to it and had recovered from his injuries.

Took awhile, but managed to pull through and he relearned to throw his hat again. He hasn't thought about killing James Bond in a long time. His entire time was to recover, but recently he had learned that Hai Fat wanted a man claiming to be James Bond dead

But, he knew of the real mastermind who wanted Bond dead. The infamous man with the golden gun. Oddjob looked at a photo of James Bond and realized this isn't him or a pretender posing as him. The man has blonde hair and not jet black like he remembered.

His ears picked up a British accent in the background speaking, with a glance to see who is talking. He sees it is the pretender. Time to put him to the test and so Oddjob got up from his seat, took off his hat and tossed it at the man whom is pretending to be James Bond.

Bond felt like he was on a wild goose chase trying to find Scaramanga and knew of the master assassin's next hit would be a man named Gibson and suddenly an object sailed over his head, just barely missing a few of his hairs and the object is a hat that lodged to the wall.

Bond's eyes widened in shock.

He remembers the hat all too well, could it be, could it really be him. Alive. James was about to turn around he is grabbed and lifted up in the air, then thrown across the room only to land hard on a table with a crash. Bond had the wind knocked out of him for a moment. Only to look up and see a towering figure standing over him.

Oddjob alive.

Bond knew Oddjob had died in Fort Knox. The body of the man was never found. By the looks of it Oddjob doesn't recognize him at all. James knew fighting him would be a waste of time.

"You...are...not...him." grunted Oddjob whom he pointed at Bond on the floor "Pretender...where is...the real...one."

"If you say so, old boy." Groaned Bond "Ah, the other fellow he is dead." Lied Bond.

"Heh," chuckles Oddjob

"What happens now," asked Bond?

"Get out." Growled Oddjob

Oddjob grabs Bond again by his head and by his ass, then tossing him out of the window as the master spy braced for impact. His body plows right through the window and landing hard on the street. Tough as ever thought Bond which Oddjob can see the pretender lying on the ground from the broken window.

Then he noticed a law enforcement officer named Hip had come for the pretender and so Oddjob went to go get his hat, put it on and sat down to have another drink. So his enemy is dead. Good he can smile to know he will outlive the man and perhaps it's time to start a life of his own. A family, he will consider that soon.


The End

AN: Yeah I added a few things like the appearance of Emil Largo, his ship from the Bond film Thunderball. I gave the two some history between Oddjob and Largo.

Then of course the mention of Hai Fat as he was a character from the Bond film. The Man with the golden gun

Finally the Bottoms up club which appeared in the film and I made the encounter between Oddjob and Bond whom he doesn't recognize due to having the likeness of Roger Moore.