MI6's Secret Underground Base (Used in Skyfall), London

Ernst Stavro Blofeld. After the rise of S.P.E.C.T.R.E, Bond putting him behind bars, he wasn't too happy. The mastermind criminal sat in the unbreakable, bullet proof glass prison, eyes (or eye) closed with the red scar still curling over his right means of vision. He sat with his legs crossed in beige prison uniform from top to bottom. He was doing yoga, trying to block himself out from the rest of the world. He also had a black strap around his left legs kneecap after the helicopter that he was in crashed and left him this injury. However, MI6 had developed a strap that would hold the bones in place whilst the bones healed by themselves. Breathing a deep sigh or breath, (you couldn't tell the difference) he smiled for a few seconds.

Meanwhile, a team of five villainess characters, in a black land rover, all in suits entered the entrance to the underground MI6 base. Poor security would've been the first impressions and you wouldn't be far off in thinking so. The guards at the gates to the main door itself leading to the agent's car park held out his right hand glove. The brick walls were getting old and dirty since someone had forgotten to clean them. One of the guards approached the driver. The driver looked in his late forties with black jacket and clean shaven beard. His statue prevented the guard from seeing the men in the back of car. "Do you have your papers?" the guard question. The driver stayed silent. "Step out the vehicle now," the guard ordered as he held his machine gun to the driver's face. Bolfeld was still inside his prison when he smiled at the sound of the two gunshots from his rescue party. "Hold it!" he heard one of the guards say before a few seconds later another gunshot silenced him. The door to his prison opened as his right eye containing the distinctive, dark red, curving scar from the explosion

From outside, the party was still trying to open the door to get inside the room with the single

The man asked rolled his neck as it clicked. The man had a black crowbar in his hand as he bashed away at the futuristic, four digit code that unlocked the door to the prison. A few seconds later, the door to the prison room opened. "Well I'm glad to see you could all make. I've been quit lonely if I'm completely honest with you," Blofeld complained. "Where is she?" He looked expectedly at the other five men. One of the smaller of the two henchmen with brought Blofeld his distinctive white Persian cat that marveled at the comfort of being back in its owners comfort. "Hello sweetie! Hello. I'm back. Its ok, it's ok. I'm back for good."

"Number One?" the driver questioned after Blofeld had started his mini reunion with his beloved cat.

The Blofeld was slightly unhappy that been had been interrupted. "What it is now Red Flag?" He said that words almost as if he was sarcastically being angry and bored at the same time.

"We have to get a move on Number One. I presume the British intelligence guards are on their way… Or worse, 007. James Bond!"

Three Days Later

"This is absolutely ridiculous!" M exclaimed. Bond, Q, Money Penney as well as other double 'o' agents were all standing in M's office as he was ranting about the events of Blofeld's escape. "How could this happen?" M was walking around now. "Quite possibly one of the most dangerous leaders of a criminal organization which has a threat to the entire planet has escape. For god's sake! We only have one prisoner at that facility and we can't even keep him under control," he rubbed his right hand fingers across his old eyes. "Alright. Here's what I want everyone to do. I want us to suspend all minor criminal organization projects. We're going to need as many double 'o' agents as we can get to track him down," M concluded as he sat back down at his black desk chair and calmed down a bit as looked at his office window. "That will be all for now. Dismissed," as the other double 'o' agents dispersed, M spoke again. "007, Q, Money Penney. Can I speak to you please?" The three of them looked at M and stepped forward again. Apart from M's own chair, there were four more wooden chairs in the room tucked away at the sides stacked on top of each other.

"Have a seat," M gestured, "Q, could you get the door please?" Q closed the door as the three pulled their chairs out from the pile and sat them, side by side, in front of M's desk.

M breathed a large sigh (this time you could tell). "MI6 is in crisis. Forget MI6! The whole bloody British government is in crisis…"

"Yes, I think you've made your point Sir!" Money Penney announced.