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A Glimpssse Of A Kill - May Day poster, art by K-R
ARTWORK BY 
KAROLYNEROCHA! 8D [I'll link to her post of this piece, once she uploads it here on FA] - it's on Instagram, though: https://www.instagram.com/p/CQehxcntlo1/
~
36 years ago, in June of 1985, 'A View To A Kill' was entertaining audiences across the USA and the UK. And in another world, the Sond film named 'A Glimpssse of a Kill' had been doing much the same, since March!
Please enjoy the scene from said cinematic Sond escapade, below!
Miner Catastrophe - an excerpt from A Glimpssse of a Kill, transcribed by Amethystine
~
This scene follows on from a prior escapade: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/42310495/
~
9:07am, the morning after the City Hall fire.
-
Sond quietly closes the door to the small structure that sat within the vast natural cavern at the head of the formerly abandoned silver mine that had been re-christened 'Main Strike.'
The snake removes the hard-hat that had been part of his disguise while infiltrating the mine, hanging it up on a hook next to the door. He had been wearing a fireman's helmet not too long ago, which had come from a firetruck - a stolen one.
Said massive vehicle had been his mode of escape from the site of the fire, hours ago. After driving all night to find the mine, he is tired - and tired of wearing the varying pieces of ill-fitting headgear, safety be damned.
For a moment, though, the red helmet had been the only way for him to look at all official, as he had pulled over a truck headed into the mine. The snake had stolen that driver's helmet and jacket, and the truck full of explosives. The unsettling abundance of ANFO [Ammonium Nitrate Fuel Oil] in the back of the truck had only spurred the serpent onward. He had needed to get into the mine, to discover what the devil was going on. He regretted having been the one to deliver what seemed to be the last of the ordinance needed for whatever plan was underway.
Hearing the buzzing activity outside, and knowing how nearby the mastermind of the operation was, Ames thought it prudent to secure the door with the chain lock as well.
Stacey Sutton, Sond's beautiful white dove companion, has also doffed her hard hat as she examines the aging wooden confines of the main mine office, gazing at tunnel planning and routing. Given the chill of the cave, both of them remain clad in their miner outfits: her in a full body set of cover-alls and he in a jacket. Both of them are grey with a green circular logo, emblazoned with a 'Z.'
The logo is that of 'Zorin Industries', which was founded and is run by one Max Zorin, a millionaire French industrialist, of international renown.
In truth, the well-known wolf is a psychopath with a sordid past. He is a product of a Nazi scientist's experimentation on pregnant mothers to create super-intelligent offspring. Max was the only product of that program that had lasted into adulthood. He had wound up working for the KGB, but soon set out to be in business for himself and only himself. No government would profit from his genius.
"What is this?" Stacey mutters, pulling a sheet of fabric off of what appears to be a table in the middle of the aging hut.
As the cover comes off, the constrictor glides near, glimpsing a grand map model that was hidden underneath. It is dark, but not for long: Sond flips a switch, and a detailed layout of the area comes to lighted life. The sight causes the sheet to slip from the dove's dainty fingers and she steps forward to get a better look, with the python.
"It's this mine, and all the oil wells Zorin's been collecting. The ones he's been pumping sea-water into!" Sutton exclaims, in a somewhat hushed tone.
The naga nods, looking around at the little pegs that represented the oil wells. "And these lines must be the mine tunnels, here," the snake hisses quietly, pointing at the red vein-like lines that ran between and along near to the pegs, all of them leading back to a central point: Main Strike mine.
Where they are.
They're in the beating heart of it all, but what is it the heart OF?
"Seeing how many lakes there are, along here.." Stacey murmurs, her white fingers traipsing along the red lines and the blue blotches that represented the numerous bodies of water above. "I immediately worry about cave-ins."
~
The mine-cart train that Sond and Sutton used to sneak into the mine - by hiding under the sheet that covered the whole length of it - was quite full of bags of explosives. A worrying amount, the dove had commented. They had departed it in the main cavern and made their way into the planning hut they now occupied.
But that miniature train had driven on after the brief stop that allowed for the spy and his beautiful companion to creep out, unseen.
The linked set of mine-cars is just now being placed under the last lake, the nearest one to the mine-head. It is driven by Scarpine, Zorin's right-hand man. Over the course of the past day, the mustelid with the marred visage, or men he trusted implicitly, had driven a small mine train made up of three or four carts full of 50-pound bags of ANFO into specific locations that lay, conveniently, just under each and every lake that the mine tunnels happen to intersect with.
Water drips from the rocky ceilings, slow leakage from the lakes above. The men working in those tunnels scramble to shore up the supports, to ensure it all stays put. They know not that their labour will all be for nothing - they know not that the man who brought them there, gave them their new jobs.. plans to murder them all, for the sake of profit.
Small bombs hidden inside what look exactly like standard silver thermoses had been left innocuously within the carts. Even now, Scarpine is leaving one last such charge, tucking it under the sheet, in amongst the heavy sacks of high explosive.
None of the many miners working nearby to the dozen trains have any idea of the remotely activated explosives inside those false thermoses, all linked to a single remote control that Zorin possesses.
~
"And if he's planning on making sure cave-ins happen, with all that ANFO?" Ames asks, assuming the worst of the wolf.
"Oh my god!" Stacey gasps, hands flying to her petite beak.
"What is it, Stacey?" the snake presses, able to see that the geologist is ahead of him.
"If the bottom of the lakes were breached, they'd dump straight into the San Andreas and Hayward faults, which run roughly along there and there." She points out the two sides of the map, a rough V-shape formed by all the mine tunnels and targeted lakes. "All that pressure and movement, the thousands of tons of water, one of the faults would surely shift."
"Only one? Why not both?"
"There's a sort of keystone at the apex, a giant geological lock, which keeps them from..." she trails off, pointing at the nexus of all the lines, where they are. Looking at the map, she had forgotten she's right there, where the lock is. "..oh god." She feels faint. "All that explosive.."
~
20 metres away and another 10 metres down, Bob Conley is just finishing the placement of a massive dome-shaped detonator bomb, in a huge cavern that exists below the main one above. A special unique key is inserted into the bomb's timer and rotated in a quarter turn clockwise and back again. Four red numbers flicker on and begin to tick down, one by one: 3600. The number of seconds in an hour.
Shutting the panel and locking it, Conley then climbs onto the hoist and shouts upwards, "Ready!" Upward, he and the hoist are steadily lifted back out, by the two women operating the manually cranked crane: Jenny Flex, the mink, and the raven, May Day.
The floor of the room that surrounds the thick, dome-topped green bomb, is lined with hundreds of 50-pound bags of ANFO explosive, stacked three deep.
It's enough to reduce the sturdy bedrock to rubble, for half a kilometre in every direction.
~
Ames finishes Stacey's thought for her, whispering: "He's going to blow the lock apart. Both fault lines will shift. I assume it'll be a massive quake? But why?"
Through her increasingly dry throat, the dove chokes out two words. "The bay."
The bottom of the map is marked with solid blue, representing one corner of San Francisco bay. The base of the V - which was to be demolished by all the high explosives and following seismic activity - pointed down at the endless reservoir of seawater. It would flow forth, in between the two faults, into the natural trough that lay there, below sea-level.
In the empty space that exists in the middle of the V, there is a valley.
Silicon valley.
"His microchip stockpile!" Sond rasps, as angry as he is quiet, unable to keep from slamming his scaled fist down on the edge of the lighted map table. It's clear that if Silicon Valley were to be destroyed by a 'freak' flood, Zorin's stockpile would skyrocket in value, and his ability to make more would make him the leading supplier for the omnipresent technological resource.
A soft clicking comes from the map, which begins to change, revealing it to be interactive. The reptile's rage must have activated it. The brown-coloured land of the valley portion of the map is steadily replaced by blue via one coloured light turning off and another of another shade turning on, illustrating exactly what Sond and Sutton have just posited, proving that it's the wolf's intention.
The dove turns away from the map table in terror and disgust, and faces a wall full of dates and times. In her attempt to mentally escape the horrible plan, she sees a key part of it. Circled in a thick red outline, she sees today's date and a time only roughly an hour away.
"The peak spring tide!" she exclaims, jabbing a finger at the chart of tide times. "That's when he'll do it."
Sond asks, "Why then?" as he slips nearer to see what his companion has found.
Sutton swallows, and with well-earned worry, says: "That's when it'll be as bad as it can possibly be."
>>>Read the rest of this scene here: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/42488437/
.
KAROLYNEROCHA! 8D [I'll link to her post of this piece, once she uploads it here on FA] - it's on Instagram, though: https://www.instagram.com/p/CQehxcntlo1/~
36 years ago, in June of 1985, 'A View To A Kill' was entertaining audiences across the USA and the UK. And in another world, the Sond film named 'A Glimpssse of a Kill' had been doing much the same, since March!
Please enjoy the scene from said cinematic Sond escapade, below!
-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-Miner Catastrophe - an excerpt from A Glimpssse of a Kill, transcribed by Amethystine
~
This scene follows on from a prior escapade: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/42310495/
~
9:07am, the morning after the City Hall fire.
-
Sond quietly closes the door to the small structure that sat within the vast natural cavern at the head of the formerly abandoned silver mine that had been re-christened 'Main Strike.'
The snake removes the hard-hat that had been part of his disguise while infiltrating the mine, hanging it up on a hook next to the door. He had been wearing a fireman's helmet not too long ago, which had come from a firetruck - a stolen one.
Said massive vehicle had been his mode of escape from the site of the fire, hours ago. After driving all night to find the mine, he is tired - and tired of wearing the varying pieces of ill-fitting headgear, safety be damned.
For a moment, though, the red helmet had been the only way for him to look at all official, as he had pulled over a truck headed into the mine. The snake had stolen that driver's helmet and jacket, and the truck full of explosives. The unsettling abundance of ANFO [Ammonium Nitrate Fuel Oil] in the back of the truck had only spurred the serpent onward. He had needed to get into the mine, to discover what the devil was going on. He regretted having been the one to deliver what seemed to be the last of the ordinance needed for whatever plan was underway.
Hearing the buzzing activity outside, and knowing how nearby the mastermind of the operation was, Ames thought it prudent to secure the door with the chain lock as well.
Stacey Sutton, Sond's beautiful white dove companion, has also doffed her hard hat as she examines the aging wooden confines of the main mine office, gazing at tunnel planning and routing. Given the chill of the cave, both of them remain clad in their miner outfits: her in a full body set of cover-alls and he in a jacket. Both of them are grey with a green circular logo, emblazoned with a 'Z.'
The logo is that of 'Zorin Industries', which was founded and is run by one Max Zorin, a millionaire French industrialist, of international renown.
In truth, the well-known wolf is a psychopath with a sordid past. He is a product of a Nazi scientist's experimentation on pregnant mothers to create super-intelligent offspring. Max was the only product of that program that had lasted into adulthood. He had wound up working for the KGB, but soon set out to be in business for himself and only himself. No government would profit from his genius.
"What is this?" Stacey mutters, pulling a sheet of fabric off of what appears to be a table in the middle of the aging hut.
As the cover comes off, the constrictor glides near, glimpsing a grand map model that was hidden underneath. It is dark, but not for long: Sond flips a switch, and a detailed layout of the area comes to lighted life. The sight causes the sheet to slip from the dove's dainty fingers and she steps forward to get a better look, with the python.
"It's this mine, and all the oil wells Zorin's been collecting. The ones he's been pumping sea-water into!" Sutton exclaims, in a somewhat hushed tone.
The naga nods, looking around at the little pegs that represented the oil wells. "And these lines must be the mine tunnels, here," the snake hisses quietly, pointing at the red vein-like lines that ran between and along near to the pegs, all of them leading back to a central point: Main Strike mine.
Where they are.
They're in the beating heart of it all, but what is it the heart OF?
"Seeing how many lakes there are, along here.." Stacey murmurs, her white fingers traipsing along the red lines and the blue blotches that represented the numerous bodies of water above. "I immediately worry about cave-ins."
~
The mine-cart train that Sond and Sutton used to sneak into the mine - by hiding under the sheet that covered the whole length of it - was quite full of bags of explosives. A worrying amount, the dove had commented. They had departed it in the main cavern and made their way into the planning hut they now occupied.
But that miniature train had driven on after the brief stop that allowed for the spy and his beautiful companion to creep out, unseen.
The linked set of mine-cars is just now being placed under the last lake, the nearest one to the mine-head. It is driven by Scarpine, Zorin's right-hand man. Over the course of the past day, the mustelid with the marred visage, or men he trusted implicitly, had driven a small mine train made up of three or four carts full of 50-pound bags of ANFO into specific locations that lay, conveniently, just under each and every lake that the mine tunnels happen to intersect with.
Water drips from the rocky ceilings, slow leakage from the lakes above. The men working in those tunnels scramble to shore up the supports, to ensure it all stays put. They know not that their labour will all be for nothing - they know not that the man who brought them there, gave them their new jobs.. plans to murder them all, for the sake of profit.
Small bombs hidden inside what look exactly like standard silver thermoses had been left innocuously within the carts. Even now, Scarpine is leaving one last such charge, tucking it under the sheet, in amongst the heavy sacks of high explosive.
None of the many miners working nearby to the dozen trains have any idea of the remotely activated explosives inside those false thermoses, all linked to a single remote control that Zorin possesses.
~
"And if he's planning on making sure cave-ins happen, with all that ANFO?" Ames asks, assuming the worst of the wolf.
"Oh my god!" Stacey gasps, hands flying to her petite beak.
"What is it, Stacey?" the snake presses, able to see that the geologist is ahead of him.
"If the bottom of the lakes were breached, they'd dump straight into the San Andreas and Hayward faults, which run roughly along there and there." She points out the two sides of the map, a rough V-shape formed by all the mine tunnels and targeted lakes. "All that pressure and movement, the thousands of tons of water, one of the faults would surely shift."
"Only one? Why not both?"
"There's a sort of keystone at the apex, a giant geological lock, which keeps them from..." she trails off, pointing at the nexus of all the lines, where they are. Looking at the map, she had forgotten she's right there, where the lock is. "..oh god." She feels faint. "All that explosive.."
~
20 metres away and another 10 metres down, Bob Conley is just finishing the placement of a massive dome-shaped detonator bomb, in a huge cavern that exists below the main one above. A special unique key is inserted into the bomb's timer and rotated in a quarter turn clockwise and back again. Four red numbers flicker on and begin to tick down, one by one: 3600. The number of seconds in an hour.
Shutting the panel and locking it, Conley then climbs onto the hoist and shouts upwards, "Ready!" Upward, he and the hoist are steadily lifted back out, by the two women operating the manually cranked crane: Jenny Flex, the mink, and the raven, May Day.
The floor of the room that surrounds the thick, dome-topped green bomb, is lined with hundreds of 50-pound bags of ANFO explosive, stacked three deep.
It's enough to reduce the sturdy bedrock to rubble, for half a kilometre in every direction.
~
Ames finishes Stacey's thought for her, whispering: "He's going to blow the lock apart. Both fault lines will shift. I assume it'll be a massive quake? But why?"
Through her increasingly dry throat, the dove chokes out two words. "The bay."
The bottom of the map is marked with solid blue, representing one corner of San Francisco bay. The base of the V - which was to be demolished by all the high explosives and following seismic activity - pointed down at the endless reservoir of seawater. It would flow forth, in between the two faults, into the natural trough that lay there, below sea-level.
In the empty space that exists in the middle of the V, there is a valley.
Silicon valley.
"His microchip stockpile!" Sond rasps, as angry as he is quiet, unable to keep from slamming his scaled fist down on the edge of the lighted map table. It's clear that if Silicon Valley were to be destroyed by a 'freak' flood, Zorin's stockpile would skyrocket in value, and his ability to make more would make him the leading supplier for the omnipresent technological resource.
A soft clicking comes from the map, which begins to change, revealing it to be interactive. The reptile's rage must have activated it. The brown-coloured land of the valley portion of the map is steadily replaced by blue via one coloured light turning off and another of another shade turning on, illustrating exactly what Sond and Sutton have just posited, proving that it's the wolf's intention.
The dove turns away from the map table in terror and disgust, and faces a wall full of dates and times. In her attempt to mentally escape the horrible plan, she sees a key part of it. Circled in a thick red outline, she sees today's date and a time only roughly an hour away.
"The peak spring tide!" she exclaims, jabbing a finger at the chart of tide times. "That's when he'll do it."
Sond asks, "Why then?" as he slips nearer to see what his companion has found.
Sutton swallows, and with well-earned worry, says: "That's when it'll be as bad as it can possibly be."
>>>Read the rest of this scene here: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/42488437/
.
Category Artwork (Digital) / General Furry Art
Species Snake / Serpent
Gender Multiple characters
Size 848 x 1280px
File Size 922.3 kB
THOSE LEGS! @__@ I love MayDay as a raven! :3
KAROLYNE DID SUCH A GREAT JOBBB, I can't say it enough! AAAA <333
Also: SSOONNNDDD
KAROLYNE DID SUCH A GREAT JOBBB, I can't say it enough! AAAA <333
Also: SSOONNNDDD
She outdid herself, yesss. :}===<
Thanks for the fave, my darling dama dame. <3
Thanks for the fave, my darling dama dame. <3
Great, I hope you'll enjoy it!
Also, thank you for the fave you've applied to this submission in the meantime. :>
Also, thank you for the fave you've applied to this submission in the meantime. :>
That's a perfect species choice for May Day! What a piercing glare. And I see her make-up is intact, too. :)
Yeah, I'm glad Karolyne copied the make-up over, too. I forgot to mention it in particular when commissioning this piece, but the blanket statement is to put them into the same outfits, so maybe that would mean 'the same look', which would include her makeup?? Anyway, the artist thought to carry that over, and I'm glad she did. :>
Thanks for the fave!
Thanks for the fave!
MayDay is just fantastic! What a gorgeous and glowing body!
--oh... I guess Sond is handsome, too. ;-P. But that's just typical.
--oh... I guess Sond is handsome, too. ;-P. But that's just typical.
Yeah, Sond is OLD NEWS, we all know he's great. The real feature on each poster is the ~new lady/ladies!~ :D
And yes, this raven MayDay is very nicely done. She's shown off all the better, here. It's the same image as on this poster, but she's more prominently displayed, hereupon.
Thanks for the fave! :}
And yes, this raven MayDay is very nicely done. She's shown off all the better, here. It's the same image as on this poster, but she's more prominently displayed, hereupon.
Thanks for the fave! :}
Once again, I bow to your ideas and imagination. The scene is some spot on writing, and the art is, as always, stellar. Sond is superb in slithering silently, stealthily stopping sinister scenarios!
A sneky bow to you. ----<
A sneky bow to you. ----<
Aww, you're too kind, Lustrian! :}===<
Thanks for all the kind words, and for the fave.
I look forward to seeing what you have to say about the whole mine sequence, and not just this tidbit beginning bit, here.
Thanks for all the kind words, and for the fave.
I look forward to seeing what you have to say about the whole mine sequence, and not just this tidbit beginning bit, here.
I don't know if I like MayDay more in this corvid version or in the real one... though I guess the same can always be said of Sond/Bond too 😏
Also you always get the best movie poster art for your 00S series, you have great taste!
Also you always get the best movie poster art for your 00S series, you have great taste!
I love raven-MayDay @__@
Thanks, Stap! I try to get art that pays proper homage to the original pieces. :}
Thanks, Stap! I try to get art that pays proper homage to the original pieces. :}
Glad you like! Are you a fan of Bond / this movie in particular?
It's not my art.
As is stated in the title of the submission and in the first line of the description, that's art by KarolyneRocha
My work is the story below the picture. I'm a writer.
As is stated in the title of the submission and in the first line of the description, that's art by
KarolyneRochaMy work is the story below the picture. I'm a writer.
Thanks! :} I thought it suited her, especially since the other main female in the film was a helpless white dove - a black villainous bird on the other side of things seemed fitting.
Thank you for the faves on all three of the 'A Glimpssse of a Kill' posters!
Thank you for the faves on all three of the 'A Glimpssse of a Kill' posters!
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