And here comes some plot. There's an unusual amount of plot and very little fluff in this one, this far. Then again, fluffy James bond is an oxymoron, isn't it? (Challenge accepted.)
I do not claim to own the James Bond franchise.
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Tanner came down into Q-branch a later afternoon the week before Christmas, and saw the Quartermaster sitting at one of the high tables stacked with monitors and technology, for once not typing on a keyboard, but instead preoccupied with what looked like old-fashion forgery.
This was alright, of course - like the double ohs had licence to kill, the Quartermaster had licence to fiddle with pretty much anything she desired, from hacking to making fake passports. Not only did she frequently need to, in order to sucessfully do her job, but some sorts of genius one simply did not attempt to restrain.
"You're doing that on your own? Surely a minion could..." he started once he'd reached her. "It is not work. Just a pet project. I am waiting for a program to run through," she replied without pause or looking up. Peeking over her shoulder, he spotted the name, "James Burbage," and he saw other pieces of what clearly was a legend spread out across the table. A thirty-something navy officer, by the looks of things.
"Not work?" he frowned with some concern. "No, just Christmas with my parents," she looked up for the first time. "What can I do for you, Tanner?" He promptly proceeded to tell her, not straying from the subject for several minutes, until suddenly Bond entered Q-branch, causing the administrator to pause. Wasn't he banned mere weeks ago?
From the look of things though, nobody else seemed to think so, if the lack of any special sort of activity was any indication. Q, as well, seemed to expect him. As Bond immediately spotted them and made his way towards the table where Tanner had joined the still working Q, she looked up with a smile (and wasn't that unexpected) and started to gather up the papers she had spread around her.
"Ah, Bond. Alias is complete. ID," she handed a few of the papers over, giving him yet another friendly smile. Bond smiled back, strangely not flirtatious at all, Tanner could note. "Age okay?" "Yes. Burbage? It will do. I better speak with 005, he would have been starting out about then, I was already an officer at the time. See you later, Q," she nodded, and the double oh left as unceremoniously (which was quite shocking in itself, really) as he had entered, leaving Tanner with a sense of bevilderment. What on earth was the two of them up to?!
