Eyes trained on the target, Bond sat at an outdoor café and sipped his tea. He was worried that the target was getting suspicious, but without a partner he couldn't just let the man wander off. It was incredibly frustrating and left Bond wishing he had a stronger drink.

"Hello there." Bond's eyes snapped up to see a young woman taking the seat across from him. She had a bright smile on her face and he gave her a quick once over. Bright red hair fell just passed her shoulders and deep green eyes looked back at him with interest. A smattering of freckles graced her nose and cheekbones; under different circumstances, he'd enjoy her company, but now was not the time.

"Sorry, miss, but I'm afraid I'm a bit busy." He rose to find a new vantage point, eyes darting to the man as she opened the menu.

"It might be best if you sit back down, Mr. Bond." He froze, looking down at her again. Her tone was still light and she hadn't looked up from the menu. He sat back down slowly, studying her closely now. She gave him another friendly smile, though her eyes darted around, taking in their surroundings with a precision he knew too well. He reached slowly for his gun, and she shook her head. "I really wouldn't, if I were you. Someone might get the wrong idea."

"Who are you?" His voice was hard, and yet again he was wishing for some back up. Carefully, he placed both hands in view on the table, folding them together.

"A friend. Actually, a colleague of sorts." She turned her gaze back to the menu as she continued speaking. "There was a…breach, at MI6. My team and I have been called in to help." A breach. Likely, the digital sort. He gave a huff of breath, glancing around. His target still hadn't moved on, and now he knew he'd been made.

"Is there a plan here?" In truth, he had very little patience. MI6 should have been taking care of this in house, not calling in another agency. Based on her accent, he'd place her as American; CIA then. He couldn't help but wonder why they hadn't sent Felix.

"Yup. Extract you to a safe location. Debrief and send you on your way home for a short while." He was already shaking her head, and her smile faded just a touch. "That wasn't a suggestion. I have orders I intend to follow." There was something about the way she said it; he knew she'd do everything short of dragging him back in a body bag. Slowly, he nodded, and she relaxed. "Great. So, to the task at hand. You have a target within view who hasn't taken the opportunity to leave." It was something he'd begun to realize, and it worried him even more. "Does he have a standing kill order, or is he meant to be brought in alive?" The question caught him off guard, and he stared at her for a bit. She arched a brow, her voice a bit more harsh. "Well? Dead or alive, Mr. Bond?"

"Dead." No sooner than the word was out of his mouth, the man dropped to the ground, the back of his head seeming to have exploded. The woman reached over and took his teacup, sipping the drink before frowning. He watched as people scattered from the body and soldiers moved in, securing the area.

"No, definitely not. Don't know how you guys drink that." She stood and he followed suit, letting her lead him away and down an alley. A non-descript car sat waiting for them, and she slid into the driver's seat easily. Soon enough, they were driving out of the city, taking a country road to an unknown destination.

"So, do I at least get the name of my colleague?" He glanced to her and she smirked.

"Saskia."