007 no more.
As he walked out of the new MI6 building - he had to admit it was a far better decision to move their offices into a less visible setting; with a bit of luck, the new MI6 run by the new M would find it much easier to be less visible than simply working and living in a massive building on the Thames where everyone knew where it was; it was really little wonder Silva had such an easy and effortless time destroying the place - James found it hard to believe it was over.
He was no longer a formal member of MI6.
He was no longer 007, and he no longer had his licence to kill. He'd given it all up; it had nothing to do with Q, Eve Moneypenny, or even the new M. It had nothing to do with M's predecessor.
The battle with SPECTRE and the discovery Franz Oberhauser had been alive all these years, and he had been manipulating Bond all of these years behind the scenes as the criminal mastermind Ernest Stavro Blofield, causing pain and misery with every case - Vesper's death, that whole Quantum mess, Silva's rampage which had been fairly easy since as a former MI6 agent himself, Silva would have known precisely how MI6 operated and SPECTRE would have given him the help they needed for their main plans. Things were tricky for British Intelligence right now following SPECTRE's attack, but now he had given his report with the help of Q, who'd decrypted the data on that ring he'd taken from Mexico, James knew MI6 was likely running an investigation into SPECTRE to discover just how well connected Silva and Blofeld were although what good it did, he didn't know - had taken its toll on Bond, to say nothing of the mental turmoil it had caused.
Although he hadn't thought of Franz over the years not since the day where Hannes Oberhauser, the man who had taken the young orphaned James in and raised as his own son, the man who had helped him and taught him how to ski, and how to hunt and generally how to survive, lessons which had shaped Bond's life from that moment on, and was one of the reasons why he had become a successful Double 0 in MI6, James was horrified by the recent revelations.
Hannes had been murdered, by his own son who had covered up the whole thing in an avalanche, a disaster he likely caused to cover it all up. As he headed for the car where Madeline was waiting for him, James thought about his brief time with the Oberhauser family; he was too young to really recall many of the details, but even within his brief association with Franz, he had never really gotten the impression the other boy had been jealous.
Clearly, the young Blofeld had been just as good at hiding his emotions and his inner thoughts as his adult counterpart.
How long had he been prepared to murder his father?
Had he been planning it out or was it a spur of the moment move that he had quickly adapted to? It was hard for Bond to be sure, and truthfully he could never imagine Franz, who had always been meticulous and prepared for everything doing anything on the spur of the moment. Oh, it was possible, certainly but Bond couldn't see it, just like he found it hard to believe Franz hadn't planned it out; he had managed to get away and make the world think he had been dead for decades, while all the time he was still alive, and he had founded SPECTRE.
Bond knew what was going to happen with Blofeld. MI6 would interrogate him, of course, but whether they found anything Bond didn't know nor care seeing as how he had done his part, and he had captured Blofeld even if the bastard had taunted him which was more pathetic than anything else he could have done previously but Bond had decided to let Blofeld live simply because he wanted to prove his former foster brother wrong.
It didn't matter now.
He was no longer 007 and now it was time to try to gain a normal life for himself. But as he approached the Aston where Madeline was waiting for him, James could not help but wonder if he was hoping for a bit too much.
Only time would tell.
X
Author's note.
It's always interesting writing one-shots detailing the main character's thoughts, and this isn't an exception. What was likely going through James' mind before he got into the car with Madeline in the final frames of 'Spectre'? Well, this is my interpretation, and I hope you have enjoyed it.
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