Q had honestly just wanted to have the weekend for himself. For the first time since he had become the youngest ever Quartermaster of MI6, the 16-year-old boy decided to use his days off and actually get out of Headquarters – even out of London. He had wanted to relax by hiking, sleeping in and generally just be alone for a day or two, enjoying the quiet and peace. Was that really too much to ask for?
Well, apparently it was because peace was far from what he got: right now he was fleeing for dear life from people who wanted nothing more than to shoot him and his companion-in-crime – a crime he had nothing to do with and didn't want to have anything to do with at all! Of course, like countless other times involving the same person currently running beside him, he had no choice in the matter.
And to think that his day had started off so promising…
That morning
It was such a beautiful spring morning: sunny, warm, with birds chirping and the smell of flowers penetrating his room. Q woke up slowly and for once well-rested in the luxurious hotel he was staying in for the whole weekend. He looked at the clock on the nightstand: 8:10 AM. Wow! He could not remember ever having slept that long!
Q remained lying in the bed, enjoying the fact that he didn't have to rush anywhere like usually. He was trying to decide what to do today: he could, for example, take a walk in the nearby forest. He had read in the hotel's brochure that there was supposed to be a well somewhere and also a clearing where children played and people picnicked. He would take a sandwich, a good book and his camera…
Or he could go horseback riding, as it was a program offered by the hotel available to every guests and he liked horses very much. Hmm… difficult decision to make but still a much more pleasant one than having to make the call between blowing up a building with civil people in it or having dangerous data getting into the wrong hands…
Q decided not to dwell on it for now, and slowly got up to have a shower and get dressed. The best in a weekend-long holiday was that he didn't have to worry about missing out on anything: he didn't have to choose from the things he wanted to do while he was here; he could just find time for everything. He was good in time-management after all.