The beach had beautiful golden sand that ran smoothly through his toes as he walked along. Noting the sun beating down from the blue cloudless sky causing the midday heat he waided in to the crystal clear water and started swimming with long, powerful strokes away from the shore hardly noticing the niggling pain from the old bullet wound in his shoulder. Flipping over to float on his back he gazed at the sky. The man's name was Bond. James Bond.
Gradually he became aware by the sixth-sense only the best MI6 agents had that someone was watching him. That person in question was a young woman, who looked no older than 18 or 19 wearing a skimpy red and slightly frilly bikini. The first thing Bond noticed about the girl was her body, she had curves in all the right places (although not as accentuated as Bond would have liked), and a extremely toned stomach. Her arms were muscular but, at the same time feminine and slim just like the rest of her. The second thing Bond noticed was her eyes, impossible to describe but impossible not to get lost in, they were beautiful. Blue but not quite blue, grey but not quite grey but still managing to be colourful and bright. They had thin rings the same colour as her black irises circling around her pupils. She had long wavy hair let down loose that blew casually in in the light breeze. It was a very, very light ginger with blonde highlights only noticeable in the bright sun. It framed her perfect face that had perfect, pale porcelain skin, her nose was strait and non decrepit, the only part of her that even came close to being unnoticeable.
Bond took all this in in a few moments and one quick assured glance, the girl met his eyes and he was shocked by the hardness in them. They were not unfriendly just calculating. The eyes of someone who had seen too much and had put up a rock hard barrier to protect her from anymore harm. Just like Bond. That one single detail send him walking through the water towards her but, with a flick of her beautiful hair she turned and walked up the beach into the secluded luxury hotel retreat Bond was also staying in. As least that's something Bond thought as he gazed after her totally mystified and shaking his head in wonder. Rising out of the water, well aware of the stares he was getting from a large percentage of women because of his muscular frame he, for once ignored them, his sights were set on one particular young woman as he strode through the air conditioned lobby of the hotel and into his room.
Bond was in the Bahamas enjoying what Mallory had described to him as a "well earned break" after the events at Skyfall. It could been worse he reflected as he stepped in to steaming hot shower. M survived getting shot, just, but resigned as head of MI6 just one week after recovering. Bond knew getting shot and her ordeal after had shaken her up more than anyone wanted to admit, most of all her. Although she still popped in every few weeks or so Bond sorely missed her. M was probably the only person alive that he would unconditionally give his life for and she was slowly fading from his life. He turned off the shower and stepped out wrapping a towel around his waist and grabbed his tailored suit out of the wardrobe and prepared to go down to dinner. Determined to get more information about this mysterious girl he had seen on the beach.