Author's Note:

I made this as a prerequisit to a script that I'm makingfor a James Bond Fanfilm my good friend wants to make. I'm basically writing the story version first because I want to get the storyline and interaction down pat. Please tell me what you think/review. Also, this is based off of the Bond Books and not the movies, but I couldn't find it in the category roster :P

01/Phone Call with M

There were many perks that came with being a secret agent. One of then was that James Bond was able to travel all around the world. In Europe, he had been to every country between France and Russia, the latter on many occasions. He often visited New York-both for work and pleasure, as well as Jamaica and the Bahamas, again for both work and pleasure. One place he had only been once was Canada's capital, Ottawa. He often thought of his first time in Ottawa, how the people around him reminded him of his friends back in Britain. Bond had secretly whished to go back to Ottawa, in order to indulge in its beautiful scenery and god humor of its citizens. M must have been telepathic, for as soon as he arrived back from a near-failed mission, M sent him on a one way plane to Ottawa Macdonald-Cartier International Airport, no questions asked. He had nearly arrived when he got the phone call from M.

"Hello Bond." The voice said. "Enjoying the flight?"

"The seats are bloody uncomfortable and there's a crying baby on the plane, but besides that, everything's fine." He replied.

"Good. Now for an update. I'm sorry I didn't have time to tell you anything before you left, but both CSIS and the CIA were on my ass to get a Double-O down there A.S.A.P."

"It's alright, M" Bond said as he took a sip from his mini Vodka bottle. "Let's hear what all the hubbub's about."

"I doubt you're going to like this, but our insider's have discovered that SPECTER is starting up again." At M's words Bond choked on his drink and coughed. M ignored Bond and continued. "Yet they haven't the money and are being funded by a Canadian organization known as SNOWBLINDE."

"So you want me to bankrupt the wankers at the card table like at Royale-les-Eaux?" Bond inquired.

"Language, Bond." M chastised. "You're on a public plane. What's gotten into you?"

"The crying baby and the lack of a good drink and cigarette." Bond replied and drained the mini Vodka bottle.

"Well, retain some air of sophistication. The Canadians are not savages like you." M said coldly. "Anyway, no I don't want a repeat of Royale. I need you to infiltrate the organization and find out where they get their money. After we know how they pay SPECTER, we can decide how to deal with SNOWBLINDE."

"Is there any info you can give of the heads of SNOWBLINDE?" Bond asked, keeping his voice low as he looked around the cabin.

"Not much is known about SNOWBLINDE." M sighed. "It's a fairly new organization. We only have two names: Jean Desjardins and Robert Winters. The details are not clear yet, but it seems that one of them is an oil investor and the other am old lapdog for CSIS."

"Alright. Who's working on this?"

"As I've said, the CIA and CSIS as well as us. CSIS has provided you with a contact for when you land and a partner to show you around the city and housing. The CIA's also sending your good friend Lieter up from the Unites States. Your contact will meet you at the airport and take you to your partner. Don't ask who that person is, I haven't the faintest clue. CSIS keeps their dossiers and plans locked tighter than the Crown Jewels."

"Alright, thank you, M."

"Goodbye, and Bond?"

"Yes?"

"Please don't destroy anything expensive."

"Alright." Bond chuckled.

"And Bond?"

"Yes, M?"

"Watch your back." Then the line went dead.

Bond put down his cell phone and stared around the cabin. It was packed with people of many different backgrounds and races. From his window seat, he stared at the stewardess that passed and picked up his empty Vodka bottle then trotted down the aisle to the next person. The baby he had described to M was sleeping and its mother was chatting away with her husband next to her.

Bond looked over at the window. Outside, he saw the clouds roll over the sky like sea foam on the ocean. His mention of Royale-les-Eaux reminded him that he was due to for his annual visit. He made mental note that he would go right after he was finished with his mission in Ottawa and visit her grave. He leaned forward and sighed as the seatbelt sign flashed and the captain announced that they would be landing shortly.