Olepiry was a small village in the Ukraine. It seemed like it would be a nice place to raise a family, if it wasn't for the human trafficking and drug dealing ring set up in a house on the outskirts. It wasn't the kind of thing that would normally attract the attention of MI6, but the money was going to fund a new terrorist cell that was making noise in London. M had decided the best course of action was to take away the funds, which would take away the threat. This is how James Bond ended up in that back room, looking at the potentially explosive item placed in an open crate on the floor.
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"Did you really need to blow up their supply shed?" Q asked his agent through the two way earpiece, he couldn't see the smirk on Bond's face but he knew it was there.
"I needed the diversion to get inside without too much resistance." Bond replied, "Although it would be easier to do these things if my explosives were smaller and easier to carry."
"I told you before we don't do exploding pens anymore." Q couldn't help but smirk, of all the Double 0s 007 was the most entertaining to work with, if not the most stressful. "Is the building cleared?"
"The victims have been evacuated. Most of the traffickers have been neutralized, the rest have dispersed. Please inform the local authorities that they are hiding in the woods. I'm checking the rest of the building now." He moved carefully through each room, gun at the ready. "Do you have any more heat signatures on your feed?"
"Sorry 007, I don't have any satellite feed in the area at the moment. You'll have to use your eyes for this one." Q was typing away waiting for the snarky response Bond always had on hand for him. Except Q didn't get one, Bond was strangely silent all of the sudden. "007 is everything alright?"
James Bond was standing over the crate staring down at its contents, not sure what to do next. This was not something he could shoot his way out of. One wrong move and things could get very messy. "Q, I seem to have found something unexpected."
"What is it 007, explosives?" All of Q's attention was now focused on the voice coming through his speakers.
"Not exactly." Was all Bond said as he put his gun back in his holster and slowly approached the crate, leaning down to get a closer look at the contents. Q could just hear the whine as the baby woke and look up at the secret agent standing above her.