Blood is thicker than water

'Bond, my office, immediately.'

Sighing, James bond rose from his newly acclaimed desk chair and strutted arrogantly towards M's office. As much as he hated to admit it the new head of office wasn't a spot on his successor. Not that he liked Marlowe in any way, of course not, he liked to keep this fact to himself but he had thought extremely high of his old M and when she had died from that leg wound, well it had taken him a while to recuperate.

'what is it now Marlowe, paper cut?' bond sat himself down on one of M's recliners and stretched out lazily as if bored already.

'No, I'm afraid it is not that simple Bond, three different terrorist groups are trying to gain undercover entrance to the United States but their intention of what to do when they arrive is yet unknown. This is where you come in.'

'so,' Marlowe continued 'you stroll over there find out what they are up to, report back and we'll discuss method then.'

'M, I cannot help but think you are not giving me the whole story? You have been depressing a smirk the whooe time you have been talking to me?'

Noticing these things was, of course, played a big part in Bonds job, even the best of agents could slip up with a twitch of fidget this is where he could always tell there was more than being told.

'Yes, you're right, this not an elite mission. You will have a shadow trainee escorting you for most of the mission unless in reaches beyond a grade 5 or more.'

'Marlowe,'

'Yes bond I know you work best alone, this is a very special case, I had to convince the board to let me pair her up with you!'

'Well, if it's a her, I'm sure I can make do.'

'Oh I am so glad you put it like that Bond,' he smiles and presses in his telephone voice dial. 'Steve, send in Clare'

Women, were not a weakness of James Bond, but putting it in a more understood term, everyone wants a slice.

'Bond, this is your trainee agent, Clare MacDonald. She has had some field work but very experience with most equipment and has had three years in training for this very moment. She is a little younger than most of our other trainee's but an exception was made as she definitely has it in her blood.

Dumbstruck was a very unusual sensation for James Bond, he was usually on top with all the answers but seeing this, 'trainee' was putting him a trance. His childhood home, the old M, los Angeles, Shanghai, Scotland, memories from all these places flashed by in his minds eye just looking at her small, defined features. He couldn't help but think of Marlowe's successor when he looked at her. It took a while for her age to sink in to his brain but when it did,

'You're giving me a 15 year old trainee. Am I some sort of babysitter now it seems? CHILDREN shouldn't even be on these premises let alone a field job! Are you mad?'

'Nice to meet you too,' Clare says in a thick Scottish accent and holds out her hand 'The polite thing to do is shake it, or did mummy not teach you any manners?' knowing she had struck a nerve, the child smiled, and now understanding the thoughts of M he realised when she smiled on those where M did, they could be twins, minus some wrinkles.

Shaking her rather large hand, well, large for a girl of her age, with a firm grip with was reversed right back at him he did not lose contact with those piercing but deep blue eyes. This girl was terrible material for a spy. Agents were supposed to stay inconspicuous but with all these striking features she would be easily noticed by any man or woman like the long, honey coloured hair, the big thoughtful eyes, her long, elegant fingers or the two small freckles under her left eye that could be mistaken for dimples. Her youthful face hardly matched the cat like muscles stretching and twisting round her limbs. It was blatant to say, this woman was a perfect little killing machine.

'Bond, Clare file.' Marlowe handed him a thick brown file filled with from MI6 missions and field recoveries, no hand to hand combat deaths, but over twenty planned, placed and fully organized killings all of course, elite and controlled. Well she had some skills and was very used to a gun.

'So far this has been believable but training to be a double-oh? Surely no-one her age could handle a licence to kill?'

'that Bond, is why she is coming on this mission with you, this will no doubt involve some cold killings to gain entrances or to exterminate an enemy? Now enough chit-chat I have a job to do. Your flight to New Jersey leaves in a hour. I want you to get fully acquainted on the flight and by landing put aside any differences. And Bond?'

'Yes M?'

'Do try to behave yourself, she may be able to seduce a fully grown man but don't forget, she is a minor.'

'I am guessing by killing you it would be irrelevant to the mission?'

'No, it wouldn't'

'Shame, that would have made my day.'