"Prime Minister, may I introduce the agent we've assigned to you for this little project? This is Double-O Gauge."
PM and agent shook hands. "How shall I call you?" the PM asked.
"The name is Bonk, Jane Bonk. My friends call me 'Bonkers'."
"Pleased to meet you, err, Bonk. I'm sure we shall get on famously. M says that we can rely on your discretion."
"One hundred percent, PM."
"Jolly good. Now, shall we get down to business: I gather you are a bit of an expert on railways?"
Bonk smiled modestly, "In a small way, ma'am."
"What do you know about bananas?"
"Bananas, ma'am? Bent, every one of them."
"Ha, ha. M warned me that you had a sense of humour. Let me tell you that bananas are no laughing matter."
"Ma'am?"
"Our man is the world's number one banana grower and importer. The popular press here have dubbed him 'Bananaman'.
"Didn't he campaign for president under the slogan 'Put the Eric back in America'?"
"That's the man: damn fool slogan, but it caught the popular imagination, Heaven help us."
"Our cousins across the pond can be a mystery to us. But where do I come in?"
"We believe he is planning something nefarious: to disrupt the distribution of his rivals' bananas throughout the UK, and then to flood the market with his own GM bananas at inflated prices. Your mission will be to penetrate his inner circle, find out what his plans are and put an end to them. Eric the Bananaman is a slippery customer and his hangers-on are an ugly bunch they tell me. Are you up for it?"
"You can count on me, Prime Minister."
"Good show! The government is depending on you: the buying public is not ready for expensive, genetically modified bananas, there would be rioting in the aisles. M will brief you further," and after shaking hands once more the PM left the room.
"First thing, Double-O Gauge," said M, "Is to get you properly kitted out. Qutee is waiting for you with a brand new outfit. Report back to me once he has you dressed to kill."