Prologue
London
MI6 Headquarters
M's Office
16:02:34
"With all due respect, Bond, I don't think that you're ready for this mission. I hate to say it, because you're one of the best agents we have, but, I can't assign it to you," said M with a grim look on her face.
Bond flinched, but not visibly. That kind of statement was like a death knell for an agent.
"What if I worked with another of our agents?" Bond asked.
"I already thought about it, but you don't work well with others. No, I don't think that I can do that."
"Well, if there is any chance I could do this mission, I would like to try anything to get it. It's kind of… personal."
"Very well, I'll assign you to the mission with–" M began, but was cut off by the intercom.
"M, 008 is here for his assignment," Moneypenny said, "shall I tell him to go in?"
"Ah. Perfect timing on his part," M said. She turned on her side of the intercom. "Yes, tell him to come in." She shut it off. "008 will be working with you on this assignment, Bond. He is the only agent to attain the rank of double-oh agent at a younger age than you."
At that moment, a young, tall man walked in to M's office. He looked to be about 20, with medium-length brown hair, and wearing a black blazer. He was handsome, with the collar of his dark teal shirt popped, no tie, but looking like a college student. This sent a shiver down Bond's spine. This was the kind of agent that was often underestimated by others due to their look. It was the most dangerous of all, a nonchalant, innocent look that could give a false sense of security to almost anybody. When he spoke, though, it was obvious that he was not from Britain.
"Ah, so this is the famous James Bond, Agent 007."
Little did Bond know it, but this would soon change his life irreversibly.