“good because they really don’t like that.”
teasing laced tone, drawing himself up back onto his feet.
“plus the women part was for i, relax. two pints in seemingly the only shade in london might get you to forget about work for an hour.”
“aren’t you a bundle of fun. come on, having a beer outside a london pub as the sun beats down. women, men looking good too what’s not to love?”
another glance to watch. five past. forefinger presses send. closing down application.
“can’t say i share that sentiment.”
glance to wristwatch, one minute past five. offering for a couple more minutes attention draws back to q.
“london is finally acting like south of the channel and i indeed to enjoy it. while i can.”
gaze locked upon screen, pulling up pre-wrote mission report leaving it sitting ready to be submitted. as always he holds it until last possible second before pressing send.
“glorious out there. need to get out this dark hole now and again and feel the warmth.”
five to five shows on omega watch upon agents wrist. man who’s lost his suit jacket, tie and sleeves rolled up to elbow ditch wonders back into q-branch.
“afternoon q.”
dropping at empty chair to nearest desk that had a computer. logging in, uncaring who was using it.
ever the dramatic, bond stands to attention giving a salute before relaxing posture back just as quick.
“copy that. i’ll be in tanners office if you need me.”
spinning on heels to retreat steps back out of the branch.
“a handgun, that’s it?”
brow arches as a dry short snippet of laughter slips out.
“m got me on lockdown for new toys? a nod in conformation is enough, then you’ve technically not told me…”
“thanks… what’s new, fun and expensive ‘round here i can try out?”
fair trade off. finger nails take light work of pealing off foil shoving disk of chocolate into mouth in one swift movement.
tut. fine.
steaming hot take away cup of tea; just as the quartermaster prefers is placed in between technology on the man’s desk.
“morning!”
high change of running on no sleep and countless amounts of coffee to combat the incoming hangover, but minor details…