Nick Carter – The Baap of all Spies


                                     

Nick Carter was a god for me when I was a teenager. I was so fascinated by him that his British counterpart James Bond meant nothing for me. Carter, to me, is the last word in the espionage world. All the other secret agents pale in comparison to him. His full name is Nicholas J. Huntington Carter – can anyone think of a more exotic name than this? Carter’s boss has an equally exotic name: David Hawk, who is lean, wiry, and leather-tough.

Nick Carter works for AXE, a fictional spy agency for the US government. If Bond is licensed to kill, Carter is a Killmaster. His code is Agent N3. AXE has only four Killmasters and Carter is the senior-most. His appearance and personality make the Greek gods look ordinary. He is tall, lean, and drop dead handsome. His eyes are steel-grey and depending upon the situation, can become cold, harsh, and dangerous. His profile is classic and his body tight, taut and muscular. He has a deep clefted chin. His hair is thick and dark.

He enjoys tremendous success with women. He can woo them at will. In seduction, he is even Casanova’s grandad ( 😊 ). The steel-grey eyes of his turns romantic, sexily charming, and seductive when he is with a woman. The closest who comes to Nick Carter in charming women – no, it’s not James Bond, he is way behind – is Mark Girland, a creation of James Hadley Chase. It is said of Girland that he could charm a bird off a tree. Carter’s charm is such that the tree itself walks to him.    

His natural instinct for survival is so high that he can escape from anywhere: be it a jungle filled with savages, a state-security prison, or bottom of an ocean. He has phenomenal stamina. He is as swift as a cheetah and as strong as a lion. He can speak several languages like a native; some of them are English, Cantonese, French, German, Greek, Italian, Sanskrit, Russian, Spanish and Vietnamese. He has working knowledge of Arabic, Hindi, Swahili and Turkish amongst others.

He always carries three weapons with him: a gun, he calls Wilhelmina, a knife, he calls Hugo and a poison gas bomb, he calls Pierre. He is well versed in all martial arts. He can fly a plane, navigate a submarine and drive a trailer. He can jump off unbelievable heights, climb treacherous terrain and stay underwater for as long as he wants to.

I have read every single novel of his and can still feel current run inside me on recollecting his exploits, even though it is ages since I read the last one.  He can teach a lesson or two to James Bond in spying.

Nick Carter is the baap of all spies.                                                               

-          NZ

23.6.2019

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