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EXT. CASINO ROOFTOP - NIGHT

The moon hangs heavy in the inky sky above a sprawling casino. Rain slicks the rooftop, reflecting the neon glow of the city below. JAMES BOND, impeccably dressed despite the downpour, stands poised, his Walther PPK holstered at his hip. Across from him, WALTER NINCHAGO, a hulking figure in a tailored black suit, cracks his knuckles with a sinister grin. Rain streams from his slicked-back hair.

WALTER: (Chuckles) So, 007. Fancy meeting you here. I was hoping for a more…civilized encounter.

BOND: (Calmly) Civilized? You’ve been less than subtle, Walter. This is hardly a tea party.

Walter lunges, a blur of motion. Bond sidesteps, the rain splashing as he rolls away from a vicious roundhouse kick that shatters a nearby glass table. The sound is swallowed by the storm.

BOND: (Dodging another attack) Your technique is…impressive. But predictable.

The fight continues, a ballet of violence under the stormy sky. Walter utilizes brutal, close-quarters combat, his movements sharp and precise. Bond, relying on his agility and superior tactical awareness, uses the environment to his advantage. He uses a broken chair leg as a makeshift weapon, deflecting a blow and then using it to disarm Walter momentarily.

Walter recovers quickly, his rage fueling his attacks. He throws a series of punches, each one aimed to break bones. Bond parries, his movements fluid and economical. He uses a series of quick jabs and uppercuts, landing several blows that stagger Walter.

The fight spills over to the edge of the rooftop. Walter, momentarily off-balance, stumbles towards the edge. Bond grabs his arm, the two men locked in a tense struggle. The rain lashes down, obscuring their faces.

WALTER: (Straining) You…won’t…win!

Bond uses his superior strength to pull Walter back from the precipice. He then delivers a swift, decisive blow, knocking Walter unconscious. He falls heavily to the rooftop, the rain washing away the blood from a small cut on his forehead.

Bond holsters his weapon, his expression unreadable. He looks out over the city, the rain continuing to fall. The sounds of the casino below are muffled by the storm.

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