#HM prison Belmarsh

[mittch22]

A Sir Miles Axelrod thought:

Miles would have ended up being charged with international terrorism, along with a multitude of other crimes, such as the murder of a British and US secret service agent.

Terrorism is defined as using violence and threats to intimidate the public or coerce a governmental body to achieve social, political and/or financial goals. Which is what he did. Internationally.

He's almost certainly secured within the HSU at HM Prison, Belmarsh (the UK's most secure prison).

[azspot]

Yes. He can file an appeal. But this means another year, perhaps longer, in harsh prison conditions as his physical and psychological health deteriorates. He has spent over five years in HMS Belmarsh without being charged. He spent seven years in the Ecuadorian Embassy because the U.K. and Swedish governments refused to guarantee that he wouldn’t be extradited to the U.S., even though he agreed to return to Sweden to aid a preliminary investigation that was eventually dropped.

Chris Hedges

[garudabluffs]

Julian Assange’s Grand Inquisitor

February 22, 2024

"The prosecution lawyers in the High Court seeking to ensure Julian’s extradition to the U.S. rely almost exclusively on the judicial opinions of Gordon Kromberg, a highly controversial U.S. attorney.

By the end of the day, it seemed likely that, probably by April, since requested written briefs have to be turned into the judges in March, the two judges will permit an appeal on at least a few of the points. This will, conveniently for the Biden administration — which I expect does not want to take on the contentious issue of extraditing Julian while fueling the genocide in Gaza — mean that any extradition would occur after the election.  

The two-day hearing was Julian’s last chance to request an appeal of the extradition decision made in 2022 by the then British home secretary, Priti Patel and of many of the rulings of District Judge Vanessa Baraitser in 2021. If Julian is denied an appeal he can request the European Court of Human Rights (ECtHR) for a stay of execution under Rule 39, which is given in “exceptional circumstances” and “only where there is an imminent risk of irreparable harm.” But it is possible the British court could order Julian’s immediate extradition prior to a Rule 39 instruction or decide to ignore a request from the ECtHR to allow Julian to have his case heard by the court."

The CIA seeks Julian’s imprisonment in the U.S. because of the release of the documents known as Vault 7, which exposed hacking tools that permit the CIA to access our phones, computers and televisions, turning them — even when switched off — into monitoring and recording devices. The formal extradition request does not include charges based on the release of the Vault 7 files, but the U.S. request also only came after the release of the Vault 7 material. The CIA usually gets what it wants. But for the near future I expect Julian to continue to rot in HM Prison Belmarsh, where he has been imprisoned for nearly five years as he deteriorates physically and psychologically. This slow motion execution is intentional. 

It is hard to call any court ruling, other than the dropping of the charges against him, a victory, but the longer he stays out of U.S. hands, the more hope he has of regaining his freedom for carrying out the most important investigative journalism of our generation."

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[pickledpascal]

Secret Weapon

Chapter Four: The Thrill

Warnings: Gore, shootings, guns, violence.

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Seeing Silva in the flesh… It was unsettling. It had to be that blond hair. It was way too light, making him stand out. Ezra had to admit, for a villain Silva wasn’t the most discreet in the way he portrayed himself. Half the people Ezra went up against didn’t always have that… quality about them. There could be aspects about them that made them recognizable but none as stand-outish as Silva. 

Ezra and James stood in the cell with a guard, awaiting for M to appear. Sure enough, the sliding doors off to the side of them opened up to reveal M with Tanner behind her. The man of the hour was encased in a glass box, illuminated brightly from the lights inside. Silva sat in the cell, clad in a nicely pressed prison suit. While MI6 had quite the reputation of taking down some of the worst criminals in history, sometimes they liked to treat them nicely. A little too nicely if Ezra had anything to say about it. 

M took a breath, stopping as soon as Silva’s eyes caught hers. It was like she saw a ghost. Someone who came back from the dead. Ezra and James share a look before fixing their gaze on the man in the cell. It’s a little too quiet, only sounds in the room being their light breaths and the far off buzzing of the lights. 

“You’re smaller than I remember.” Silva spoke first. His voice came through from a speaker, his disembodied voice echoed throughout the small chamber they were in. An enclosure Ezra knew he would despise being in if he were in Silva’s position but Ezra wasn’t the man trying to kill the head of MI6…

M cut back, voice clipped. “Whereas I barely remember you at all.” Oh, no. Ezra could tell she did. Perhaps she remembered him a little too well.

“Strange.” Silva hummed. “For me, it feels just like yesterday.” Then, a smile made its way to the edges of his lips. A creepy one. Perhaps a bit excited for his situation. “Are you surprised?”

“Not particularly. But then, you always were a slippery one.” M admitted, eyes trained on Silva to catch every last move he made. She hadn’t been in the field in a while but her observational skills never suffered.

Silva let out a huff, a laugh. “Maybe that’s why you liked me so much.”

“You flatter yourself.” M hissed.

Silva nodded slightly, tilting his head to look at the pair of agents off to the side of M. “Right. Because they’re your favorites now, aren’t they? Hm? Especially that tall one. I can imagine why.” His eyes raked across Ezra’s form, a dangerously flirtatious glint in his eyes as he stared. It made the agent uncomfortable but he didn’t let it show. James’ gaze hardened at Silva. Being built to kill only enhanced his protective tendencies. “... They kept me for five months in a room with no air. They tortured me, and I protected your secrets, I protected you. But they made me suffer… and suffer… and suffer.” Ezra cocked an eyebrow. Been there, done that. “Until I realized it was you who betrayed me. You betrayed me. So, I had only one thing left: my cyanide capsule. In my back left molar. You remember, right?” MI6 didn’t do things like that anymore. If an agent was killed, then he was killed. There weren’t many cases of kidnapping agents for information anymore. “So I broke the tooth and bit into the capsule. It burned all my insides. But I didn’t die.” He let out a light laugh, shaking his head. “Life clung to me like a disease… And then I understood why I had survived… I needed to look in your eyes one last time.”

M tried her best to not show any emotion. Even if Ezra could tell there was a storm brewing inside her. “Well, I hope it was worth it.” She said simply before she continued, “Mr. Silva, you are going to be transferred to Belmarsh prison where you’ll be remanded in custody until the Crown Prosecution Service deem you fit to stand trial for–”

“Say my name.” Silva interrupted, the sudden change in his emotion surprised M but she quickly composed herself. “Say it. My real name. I know you remember it.”

M narrowed her eyes momentarily. “Your name is on the memorial wall of the very building you attacked. I will have it struck off. Soon, your past will be as nonexistent as your future. I’ll never see you again.” She turned to leave and almost did until…

“Do you know what it does to you? Hydrogen Cyanide?” Silva narrowed his eyes, raising his voice to catch M’s attention. With a glare, he reached into the depths of his own mouth and with a loud, scraping crack, he removed his upper palate. A prosthetic implant that showed the disgusting row of broken, spiked teeth and burned tissue on his face. With a grin, he looked at M. “Look upon your work, mother.”

M watched. The only part of her that showed the horror she was feeling were her eyes. Silva could tell as he looked into them. M quickly turned on her heels and left the room, the agents and Tanner followed her. They walked back to the main corridor of the bunker, M turned all business-like.

“Let me know what you recover from his computer. Has he transmitted the list? If so, to whom? I want this resolved.” M said as they walked, glancing from Tanner to James.

James nodded passively, “Yes, ma’am.” 

Tanner is about to leave with M before she stops him, turning to the two agents. “His name is Tiago Rodriguez. He was a brilliant agent but he started operating beyond his brief, hacking the Chinese. The hand-over was coming up and they were on to him so I gave him up. I got six agents back in return and a peaceful transition.” There’s not much more to say. A reasonable act, even if it possibly cost the life of another. 

“We should go, ma’am. Board of Inquiry begins in thirty minutes.” Tanner reminded M, a slightly concerned look in his eyes. His entire job was being the assistant to the head of MI6.

M nodded, looking at Bond and Wayne again. “I want to know what’s on that computer.” She said again before she followed Tanner out of the bunker. 

The pair watch her for a moment. Ezra then turned to James and pursed his lips, “Time to see if that brain still works, eh?” He joked softly. 

They were a bit tense after James was saved from Silva’s island. The man did reveal the reason Ezra was there. Not exactly to be James’ partner but to watch over him, make sure he didn’t die. James didn’t take well to being watched like a hawk. Never did. That’s why he barely had any partners on missions and usually M would respect his choice. Not this time, it seemed… Ezra and James walk to Q’s new headquarters. Alix could feel the tension as soon as they entered the room but they had a feeling the agents would work it out. 

“I don’t blame you. Not really.” James admitted in a murmur, looking up at Ezra. His words surprised the dark-haired man. “You’re quite the agent. I just think you didn’t… have to be pulled back into all this because of me.”

Ezra tilted his head slightly, narrowing his eyes as a light smile formed on his face. “You’re blaming yourself. Not a good look, 007.” He playfully nudged James with his shoulder. He understood, though. Agents had a complex. They were confident and charming until it came to someone they loved. Then, they blamed themselves. “You haven’t forced me to do anything I didn’t want. Quite the opposite really.” He hummed with a wink. 

James bit the inside of his cheek, refraining himself from smiling. It was hard not to. 

“Quit the flirting, will you?” Q shook his head as he looked down at his computer. Alix was typing away as well as a whole team that was trying to get through Silva’s computer. They sat near Q. Apparently Alix was almost on the same level as Q, just not as included with agents besides their father. 

“Now, looking at Silva’s computer, it seems to me he’s done a number of slightly unusual things… he’s established fail-safe protocols to wipe the memory if there’s any attempt to access certain files.” Alix explained, adjusting their glasses as they looked at their computer.

Q nodded with an affectionate smile as he listened to Alix. Perhaps there was another reason they were up there with him. If only Alix could see Q where Ezra was standing. “Only about six people in the world could program safeguards like that.” He continued for Alix. 

“Of course there are.” James hummed, watching Q carefully attaching cables and wires from Silva’s laptop to the MI6 computer systems. “Can you get past them?”

Q chuckled, “I invented them.” As soon as he’s done attaching the cables, the big screen in the middle of the room lit up and filled with data. “Right then… Let’s see what you’ve got for us, Mr. Silva.” The screen looked like it was filled with a spider-web, data entangled in all sorts of ways. Ezra knew he wasn’t cut out for the Q-Branch. Unlike Alix.

“Sir, what do you make of this?” Alix asked, glancing up at the big screen as the maze of data got even more confusing. 

“It’s his Omega site, most encrypted level he has… looks like obfuscated code to conceal it;s true purpose: security through obscurity.” Q narrowed his eyes for a second, hands clicking on his keyboard as he tried his best to decrypt it. 

James stared at the images. It certainly screamed Silva. Chaos with all the different lines and arrows and codes. His island was practically a big supercomputer with servers all over the place just to power it. Then the images change, rapidly with each try Q typed. 

Q’s tone became irritated. “He’s using a polymorphic engine to mutate the code… Whenever I try to gain access it changes. It’s like solving a Rubix cube that’s fighting back.” 

As numbers roll across the screen, Bond’s eyes catch onto something. “Stop.” He quickly said. It was calm but piqued the interest of Ezra and Q. The web stopped mutating now that Q wasn’t trying to get in. A tiny word is visible as James stared. “Granborough… Granborough Road. That’s an old tube stop on the Metropolitan line. Been closed for years. Use that as a key.”

Tapping a few keys, it finally orientated the images. It’s clear to see what it was meant to be. Other words and symbols are legible. “Oh, it’s a map…” Q realized.

“Subterranean London…” Ezra hummed. Then he blinked. Fuck him. 

A few clicks rang out, hatches in the floor unlocked and slowly flipped open. It confused the rest but it seemed Ezra and James had the same thing on their minds. “What’s going on? Why are the doors open?” Q asked just before the agents bolt from their positions.

“Silva…” Alix realized, eyes fixed on the place the agents once were.

Ezra and James ran to the corridor, stopping at the observation chamber when they realized the two guards at the chamber were down. Both necks broken. “Q, he’s gone.” James quickly said into his earpiece as he caught sight of a grate in the floor that was pulled aside. Silva’s escape plan. “Wayne, I need you to warn M. Go to her meeting if you have to.” He said, slightly out of breath before he started to climb down.

Seemed Ezra didn’t have much of a choice so he simply nodded. He ran back up the corridor. “Got both of us yet, Q?” He asked into his comm. He needed to get out. Perhaps get a car.

Q answered clearly, “Got both of your locations. Easier since you’re still in the bunker.” He joked softly.

“Glad to know you’re not panicking, Q.” Ezra sighed as he pushed past a few doors. Aggressively since he was still running. Agents and other operatives stared at him. Should they have been following him? Probably but it was 009. Whatever it was, he should have been able to get through it.

“Oh, I am. Jokes are just part of my coping mechanism.” Q admitted.

As Ezra made his way to the surface, he heard Q and James banter yet again. Something about the tube. He let out a small laugh, shaking his head. Ezra can’t have a car, not yet. Running would work but that meant he had to run halfway across London just to get to M. He hoped he’d get there in time. He’d feel guilty, having M’s death on his hands. 

So he ran. Ezra pushed his legs as hard as they could go, feet were sore after just a few minutes of running through the crowded city of London. They stared, not that Ezra had much time to look. 009 was back on the job and he would be damned if he wasn’t going to finish it. After all, he had a life to live. One that didn’t include London falling or his child out of a job. What kind of father would be if he let that happen? 

Desperation only made Ezra more furious. More motivated. To kill. 

Ezra arrived at the Whitehall Office, just a few moments after Silva it seemed. The security guards inside were freshly dead. The agent grabbed his gun, time to open fire. He quickly went down the hall, shooting stay goons as he arrived at the Board of Inquiry. Such a strange thing to see panic in a usually calm room. 

Silva quickly caught sight of Ezra, turning his fire on him but the agent quickly ducked behind one of the desks. The courtroom was a mess, shots getting fired in all directions. As discreetly as possible, Ezra made his way around the room only getting shot at twice. Silva missed both times. 

He wasn’t the best shot.

James burst in, adding to the line of fire from the cover of a doorway. 007 took a survey of the room as quickly as possible, looking for a distraction of some sort to get M out of there. He glanced at Ezra, winking at him. It took a moment for Ezra to register it but he quickly nodded. The pair pick a fire extinguisher to shoot and do so immediately–steaming white powder obscures their vision of Silva.

But it also obscures Silva’s sight of them.

Eve and Ezra make their way to the middle of the room for some cover fire, letting Tanner guide M out of the building. It seemed Silva had a similar idea because moments later, the offensive fire died down causing James to try and chase after him. Ezra did the same. 

As soon as the pair burst out of the building, they’re too late. Silva was in a police vehicle and drove away. But then… there’s another vehicle off to the side of the building. The agents share a simple look. 

Seemed they had the same idea.

Soon, M and Tanner emerge from the building. Tanner helped M into the car, trying to climb into the other door before the car shot off. He’s confused before he recognized the driver as James.

“007, 009, what the hell are we doing?” M demanded. Ezra looked at M through the rearview mirror. Neither of them answered. “Are you kidnapping me?”

Ezra tried, jokingly, “That would be one way of looking at it.”

Slightly skeptical, M looked out the window at all the chaos happening outside. EMTs were driving, screaming in the opposite direction. Toward the building. It wasn’t exactly hard to put together what the agents were doing. Smart, really.

“Too many people are dying because of me.” M sighed, parts of her walls were coming down. Though, not fully. They never would.

Bond looked at her in the rearview mirror. Their eyes met after a while. “If he wants you, he’s going to have to come and get you. We’ve been one step behind Silva from the start. It’s time to get out in front. Change the game.” The plan was slowly starting to form in his mind.

“And I’m to be the bait?” M simply asked. The pair nodded, surprised when she agreed. “Alright. Just us. No one else.” She wouldn’t have it any other way. The two agents she trusted most with her life.

It couldn’t go wrong. Could it?

Then Ezra pressed a button on the dash of the car. A comms system. “Q… We need help.” The man said, glancing at the man next to him. 

“I’m tracking the car, where are you going?” Oh, Q. He was always the voice of logic. Well, they didn’t exactly need to tell him that at the moment. He’d see.

James spoke up next. “We got M. We’re about to disappear.”

“What?” Two voices this time. Ezra could tell who the second one was. Alix. God, they were so clueless sometimes. They probably got it from him, to be honest.

Slightly amused by the inclusion of Alix, James let out a chuckle. “I need you to lay a trail of breadcrumbs impossible to follow for anyone except Silva. Think you can do it?” Right, back to business. 

“I’m guessing this isn’t strictly official?” Alix asked over the comms, quieter.

Ezra admitted softly, “Not even remotely.”

“So much for my promising career in espionage…” Q’s voice was farther away. Ezra could imagine his disappointed expression already.

—--

M, James, and Ezra stand at a series of different storage units, the car behind them. Ezra looked around at the different units, he had one here too…. The agent walked around to try and remember where it was. M watched as James fiddled with a lock on one of the doors. “Well, I’m not hiding in there if that’s your plan.” She said with a light scoff.

“We’re changing vehicles. Trouble with company cars is they have trackers.” Bond said matter-of-factly as he pulled the door up. It revealed a 1964 Aston Martin DB-5 in a light gray, almost silver color. His favorite gadget.

M let out a light laugh, “Oh and I suppose that’s completely inconspicuous.” 

“Where’s Ezra?” James changed the subject, looking around outside the unit until the agent appeared seemingly out of nowhere with a few guns in hand. 

Ezra went to the DB-5’s trunk. “Wherever we’re going, I have a feeling we’re going to need to stock up, hm?” He popped the trunk open, throwing the guns in the trunk. 

James smiled. He liked the way Ezra thought. Preparedness was not Bond’s forte. With a kiss to his cheek, Bond ran over to Ezra’s storage unit. He took a few more bigger guns before he pulled the door down. The trunk was filled with quite a few guns and other gadgets once Ezra closed the trunk. The pair got in, M sat in the back as the DB-5 roared to life out of the lock up.

They’re on the outskirts of London already and Ezra leans into the passenger seat. Might as well try to get comfortable, he could tell they’d be there for a while.

“It’s not very comfortable, is it?” M hummed as he looked around inside the car. One would have thought she would feel at home in the car, it was about as old as she was. 

James flicked up the cover on the stick shift to reveal three buttons. Ejector seats. One for the driver, another for the passenger, and the last for the backseats. “Are you going to complain the whole way?” He’s slightly irritated but there’s a light affectionate glint in his eyes.

“Oh, go on then. Eject me. See if I care.” M crossed her arms, her shawl moving with her.

Soon, they’re not in London anymore. City was far behind them, only the rolling hills of the countryside started to fill their vision. 

M spoke up again, “So where are we going?”

“Back in time. Somewhere we’ll have the advantage.” James answered. Surprisingly cryptic for someone who liked straight-forward things.

Suddenly it clicked for Ezra. James hadn’t had much of a life before MI6. But there was one thing. Skyfall. His home. 

They were going home. 

Hours later, it was midnight and M was fast asleep in the back seat. Ezra turned his head to focus on the road, then he glanced at James. “Are you sure about this?” There wasn’t much going back now, even if James wanted to. “I can handle it from here.” Ezra whispered.

Adjusting his grip on the steering wheel, James shook his head. He knew Ezra could handle this alone. Far more gracefully than he ever could. But he needed to prove to himself that he could do this again. Be the tool that kills the machine. “I know, darling. But I need to see it through. For my own sake.” James admitted softly. 

Admitting his own faults to Ezra came easy to him. Far too easy than he thought it would ever be with anyone… Besides Vesper. 

He never thought love would come to him again. Not like this. There wasn’t a day that went by where he didn’t think of her. Until Ezra Wayne inserted himself into his life. At the beginning, Vesper was on his mind all the time but then she was slowly washed away like the waves outside his windows. Bond didn’t forget her. No. But existing with the guilt of her death became easier when the dark-haired man would smile or laugh or if James would get the rare chance to see him shirtless.

Well, the only time James did see Ezra was purposeful. The taller man had left his bathroom door open by accident and James took a peek inside. Ezra was preparing for a shower, steam covered the mirror in front of him and he turned slightly. Two adjacent scars stood underneath Ezra’s pectorals among lines of different tattoo lines running down his arms and torso. 

James just hoped he could live another day to see the rest of his body.

[nicklloydnow]

“Julian is targeted because his organization WikiLeaks released the Iraq War Logs in October 2010, which documented numerous US war crimes—including images seen in the Collateral Murder video — of gunning down two Reuters journalists and 10 other unarmed civilians.

He is targeted because he made public the killing of nearly 700 civilians that had approached too closely to US checkpoints.

He is targeted because he exposed the hacking tools used by the CIA known as Vault 7, exposing that the CIA is able to compromise cars, smart TVs, web browsers and the operating systems of most smart phones, as well as operating systems such as Microsoft Windows, macOS and Linux.

He is targeted because he exposed the more than 15,000 unreported deaths of Iraqi civilians, the torture and abuse of some 800 men and boys, aged between 14 to and 89, at Guantánamo.

He is targeted because he showed us that Hillary Clinton in 2009 ordered US diplomats to spy on U.N. Secretary General Ban Ki Moon and other U.N. representatives from China, France, Russia, and the UK, spying that included obtaining DNA, iris scans, fingerprints, and personal passwords, part of the long pattern of illegal surveillance that included the eavesdropping on UN Secretary General Kofi Annan in the weeks before the US-led invasion of Iraq in 2003.

He is targeted because he exposed that Barack Obama, Hillary Clinton and the CIA orchestrated the June 2009 military coup in Honduras that overthrew the democratically elected president Manuel Zelaya, replacing it with a murderous and corrupt military regime. He is targeted because he released documents that revealed that the United States secretly launched missile, bomb, and drone attacks on Yemen, killing scores of civilians.

He is targeted because he made public the $657,000 paid to Hillary Clinton by Goldman Sachs to give talks and her private assurances to corporate leaders that she would do their bidding while promising the public financial regulation and reform. He is targeted because he revealed the internal campaign to discredit and destroy British Labour Party leader Jeremy Corbyn by members of his own party.

For these truths alone he is guilty.

The Biden administration is determined to extradite Julian and charge him with 17 counts of the Espionage Act, which would send him to prison for 170 years. I sat through some of the court proceedings in London. It was a judicial farce, especially since the Spanish security firm UC Global at the Ecuadorian Embassy, where Julian had taken refuge for seven years, recorded all of Julian’s conversations with his attorneys and turned them over to the CIA. That fact alone should invalidate the trial. But there is also the bald fact that Julian never committed a crime.

Julian is not a US citizen. WikiLeaks is not a US-based publication. And yet he is charged, under the US Espionage Act, with treason. It is judicial pantomime, a show trial where the rule of law is sabotaged by barristers in horsehair wigs and grand inquisitors such as Gordon Kromberg, the Assistant United States attorney for the Eastern District of Virginia, who handles high profile terrorism and national security cases. Kromberg has open contempt for Muslims, Islam and anyone who defies the state. He has denounced what he calls “the Islamization of the American justice system.”

(…)

If Assange is extradited and found guilty of publishing classified material, it will set a legal precedent that will effectively end national security reporting, allowing the government to charge any reporter who possesses classified documents, and any whistleblower who leaks classified information, under the Espionage Act. The inner workings of power will be shrouded in darkness, with very ominous consequences for press freedom and democracy.”

[diarmaidocadhla]

TRUTH teller still in jail. Proving, as if this should be needed in Ireland, that the so-called system of Justice in UK is deaf when the interests of imperialism are challenged. #FreeJulianAssange (at HM Prison Belmarsh) https://www.instagram.com/p/CSNRYcyjvi7/?utm_medium=tumblr

[bond007films]

A young Madeleine Swann witnesses the murder of her mother by Lyutsifer Safin in a failed attempt to kill her father, Mr. White. Madeleine shoots Safin as he searches for her but he survives. Madeleine flees onto a nearby frozen lake and falls through the ice, but Safin rescues her.

After the capture of Ernst Stavro Blofeld, Madeleine is in Matera with James Bond. Spectre assassins ambush Bond when he visits Vesper Lynd's tomb. Though Bond and Madeleine overcome the assassins, Bond believes that Madeleine has betrayed him despite her pleas and leaves her.

Five years later, MI6 scientist Valdo Obruchev is kidnapped from an MI6 laboratory. Approved by M, Obruchev had developed "Project Heracles", a bioweapon containing nanobots that infect like a virus upon touch and are coded to an individual's DNA, rendering it lethal to the target but harmless to others. Bond has retired to Jamaica, where he is contacted by CIA agent Felix Leiter with his colleague Logan Ash. Leiter asks for help in finding Obruchev but Bond declines. The same evening Bond encounters Nomi, an MI6 agent and his successor as the new 007. Being informed by Nomi about "Project Heracles", Bond subsequently agrees to help Leiter.

Bond goes to Cuba and meets Paloma, a CIA agent working with Leiter. Bond and Paloma infiltrate a Spectre meeting for Blofeld's birthday to retrieve Obruchev. Still imprisoned in Belmarsh, Blofeld uses a disembodied "bionic eye" to lead the meeting and order his members to kill Bond with a "nanobot mist". Instead, the mist kills all the Spectre members, as Obruchev had reprogrammed the nanobots to infect them on Safin's orders. Bond captures Obruchev before meeting Leiter and Ash, but Ash is revealed to be a double agent working for Safin as he kills Leiter and escapes with Obruchev.

Moneypenny and Q arrange a meeting between Bond and Blofeld in prison to try to locate Obruchev. Safin visits and coerces Madeleine to infect herself with a nanobot dose to kill Blofeld, as she has been in contact with him since his imprisonment. When Bond encounters Madeleine at Blofeld's prison cell, he touches her and unknowingly infects himself before she leaves. Blofeld confesses to Bond that he staged the ambush at Vesper's tomb to appear as if Madeleine had betrayed him. Bond reacts by attacking Blofeld, unintentionally causing the nanobots to infect and kill him.

Bond tracks Madeleine down to her childhood home in Norway and learns she has a five-year-old daughter named Mathilde, whom Madeleine claims is not his. Madeleine tells Bond that when Safin was a boy, his parents were murdered by her father on Blofeld's orders. Safin has since sought revenge. Having killed Blofeld and destroyed Spectre, Safin continues his rampage with Ash and their entourage in pursuit of Bond, Madeleine and Mathilde. Though Bond kills off Ash and his thugs, Safin captures Madeleine and Mathilde.

Q enables Bond and Nomi to infiltrate Safin's headquarters located in a Second World War base on an island between Japan and Russia. Inside they discover that the base has been converted into a nanobot factory, where Obruchev is mass-producing the technology, so Safin can unleash it globally to kill millions of people and establish a new world order. Bond kills many of Safin's men while Nomi kills Obruchev by pushing him into a nanobot vat. After rescuing Madeleine and Mathilde, Bond has them escape with Nomi from the island while he stays behind to open the island's blast-resistant silo doors, which would enable a missile strike from HMS Dragon to destroy the factory.

Bond kills Safin's remaining men before confronting Safin himself; they fight and Safin shoots Bond before infecting him with a vial containing nanobots programmed to kill Madeleine and Mathilde. Despite his injuries, Bond kills Safin and opens the silos. Speaking by radio with Madeleine, Bond tells her he loves her and encourages her to move on without him, and Madeleine confirms that Mathilde is his daughter as Bond says goodbye. Bond accepts his fate as the missiles hit the island, destroying the nanobot factory and killing him.

At MI6, M, Moneypenny, Q, Tanner and Nomi drink in Bond's memory. Madeleine takes Mathilde to Matera and starts to tell her about her father, James Bond.

[mendingmendax-blog]

what is [he] dealing with

At the moment he is incarcerated in HM Prison Belmarsh. “Assange, 48, faces extradition to the US over allegations he conspired to break into a classified Pentagon computer and could receive a 175-year jail sentence if convicted.” (source: theguardian.com).

[djpyk]

👻 #wedonttalktoomuch (at HM Prison Belmarsh)

[localleaks]

Tweeted

The UN Special Rapporteur on torture and inhumane treatment talks after meeting Julian Assange at HM Prison Belmarsh. pic.twitter.com/JXrD9dEOL3

— RT UK (@RTUKnews) May 9, 2019

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Assange is being held in the notorious high-security HM Prison Belmarsh. He has spent much of his time in isolation, is often heavily sedated and has been denied medical treatment for a variety of physical ailments. His lawyers say they are routinely denied access to their client. Nils Melzer, the United Nations’ special rapporteur on torture who examined Assange with two physicians, said Assange has undergone prolonged psychological torture. Melzer has criticized what he calls the “judicial persecution” of Assange by Britain, the United States, Ecuador and Sweden, which prolonged an investigation into a sexual assault case in an effort to extradite Assange to Sweden. Assange said the case was a pretext to extradite him to the United States. Once Assange was arrested by British police the sexual assault case was dropped.

What Is Happening to Assange Will Happen to the Rest of Us

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The UN Special Rapporteur on torture and inhumane treatment talks after meeting Julian Assange at HM Prison Belmarsh. pic.twitter.com/JXrD9dEOL3

— RT UK (@RTUKnews) May 9, 2019

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The UN Special Rapporteur on torture and inhumane treatment talks after meeting Julian Assange at HM Prison Belmarsh. pic.twitter.com/JXrD9dEOL3

— RT UK (@RTUKnews) May 9, 2019

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Here’s What ISIS Recruits Ask Before Joining Up for Jihad

Here’s What ISIS Recruits Ask Before Joining Up for Jihad

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Life inside the world’s most notorious terror organization isn’t all murder and mayhem. Veteran members of Islamic Stateare using a social-networking website to answer more mundane questions from aspiring militants, who want answers on such prosaic issues as what to wear, how cold it gets, if they have to buy their own weapons, whether there’s wi-fi, and whether they…

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Pamela Anderson admits to feeling 'sick, nauseous' after visiting Julian Assange at HM Prison Belmarsh. pic.twitter.com/91W8F3SPTx

— RT UK (@RTUKnews) May 7, 2019

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🔺The GOD 🔺 All I’m trying to do is survive and make good out of the dirty, nasty, unbelievable lifestyle that they gave me. #2pac (at HM Prison Belmarsh)