James Bond was in China, not taking in the sites but looking at a way into a well guarded facility. Didn't they know they were supposed to make it easy for James to get in?

"How does a person get kidnapped and brought halfway around the world without getting noticed?" James asked finally.

"Private connections." Q piped up in James' ear along with the sound of tapping on computer keys.

"It would be a shame if something were to happen to those connections." Bond muttered under his breath.

"Just focus on the task at hand."

"Yes, sir." Bond mocked his quartermaster. He knew he shouldn't but he couldn't help it. Q should be getting some field experience, not directing him from a computer all the time. James snuck over to the door panel and noted that it was locked by a keypad.

"I could use a code to get in." James commented impatiently.

"Working on it. Don't get trigger happy just yet."

"I doubt that would work in my favor at this particular moment."

"5557600." Q listed off. James typed in the numbers. It accepted it. James said nothing and entered the corridor.

"The room you are looking for is on the left at the end of the hallway." James followed Q's directions and found the room he wanted.

"The boy's name is Mark, Mark Hollander. God, he's only 19." Q noted just before James busted the door down. James brushed off the dust and splinters of wood that had decided to land on his suit. When James entered the room, he found Mark curled up in a corner on a bench, trying to stay warm. Mark looked up at the man who just destroyed his door in shock. James saw a glimmer of hope shine in the young man's eye.

"What are you doing?" Mark asked, he backed up a bit.

"Rescuing you. Come on." James gestured to the empty door frame. Mark scrambled to get up and stood next to James.

"You're serious?" The boy's eyes widened.

"Yes, now come on!" Not needing to be told twice, he stayed close behind James, eager to get out of there.

"Your door trick set off an alarm; you've got a minute to get out of there without getting caught." Q commented in James' ear.

"Okay, how are we going to get out?" Mark asked doubtfully, not seeing an easy way out.

"Working on that. Come on, this way." James ushered him to the right.

"There is a guard station and the other end of the hall; they will be here any minute."

"He's right." Q said.

"I have an idea." James saw some barrels near the wall and they read "caution, flammable" in Mandarin characters.

"Time to make that pen mightier than the sword." James commented, clicked it three times and ducked for cover. Mark watched and took up a hiding spot near Bond.

Boom

"Subtlety is not your strong suite is it?" Q commented, not amused. James smiled.

"Are you trying to get us noticed? They have guns you know!" Mark yelled.

"Come on, that's our exit." Someone yelled at them directly in a language Bond recognized little of. He turned around to see a man in an expensive suit surrounded by gunmen.

"Where do you think you are going?" The man in the suit asked. Mark immediately tried to get as far away from the man as possible, which wasn't easy where he was.

"I was planning to take a trip to the great wall, but I seem to be a bit held up."

"And my friend Mark here, you were going to take him without permission."

"Sneaking out of the house is all a part of that rebellious stage in life. Didn't want to deprive him of the opportunity." James smiled and checked his pocket for another pen.

"So smug, very common of the British. Always interfering with other people's business."