Bond found his mark in an opulent flat that he wasn't sure even he could have afforded on his considerable pay. The dark haired man was sitting at a desk watching the video feed of a local pool on his laptop. James couldn't be sure what was going on in the video, the picture was grainy and there was no sound, but it appeared that there was at least three men talking by the pool and one of them had a gun. What ever it was the mark seemed to find it amusing. James slowly crept across the room, his steps silent on the plush carpet. Once close enough, he grabbed the man by the shoulders and hauled him to his feet, spinning him around to face James at the last moment. He had a crazed look of surprise on his face and threw his hands up in defeat,
"Ooh, you're good for a hired gun. The Iceman send you did he, here to take me in." The man was practically laughing as he spoke. It was unnerving how unperturbed the man seemed in the face of certain incarceration. "Well, you can tell dear Mycroft that he won't be getting anything from me. At least you can tell him, if you survive long enough." The smile that spread across his face was pure evil, the most sinister James had ever seen. It distracted him so badly he nearly missed the feel of the air moving across the back of his neck, nearly.
James duck a moment before the rifle butt would have connected with the back of his skull. He drove his elbow back, into the hard gut of the man holding the rifle. He was slightly taller than Bond, so James stayed low and shoved the man backwards to keep him off balance. The rifleman fell into the adjoining room, landing on his back, the rifle sliding a few feet past his reach. James quickly shut the door to the room and blocked it with the chair his mark had been sitting in when James arrived.
"Oh Seb is not going to be happy when he gets out of there." the crazed man actually wang his finger at James, "Tut tut, you shouldn't have done that. He is oh so protective of me. Annoyingly so in fact. At least annoying to other people, until they wind up dead that is." The evil grin was back.
James grab the mark by the arm and dragged him out of the building. Once they were on the street James headed towards the rendezvous point. He was pulling the man along the street and was about to cross when shots rang out from where they had just been. "I told you he wouldn't be happy."
At that moment a large black Land Rover jumped the curb and stopped between them and the shooter. The driver rolled down his window and looked right at James, "Come with me if you want to live."
James rolled his eyes as he pulled open the backdoor and literally threw the mark into the back seat before jumping in himself. "Seriously Alec, I am going to have Q disable your Netflix account if you don't stop with the stupid movie quotes."