Emlyn quickly made his way to Q branch labs, which were located in the bowels of headquarters. He walked over to where a chalkboard was set up with a complex chemical formula printed on it. He frowned as he looked at a section of the chalkboard, erased a number, wrote in another with a piece of chalk from the bottom of the board, and put the chalk back down.

"Excuse me, what do you think you are...oh, it's you." A worried voice said behind Emlyn's back.

"Just correcting a mistake I saw, that's all. Hello Q. Sorry to hear about Q." Emlyn said as he turned around and held his hand out to the man standing there.

"Thank you, 001. We at Q branch appreciate your sympathy. Now what is this you did? Ah, I see! Amazing! That will mean a 50% increase in power output! Thank you, Emlyn! Thank you!" Q said as he took Emlyn's hand and vigorously shook it for 15 seconds or so.

Emlyn quickly drew his hand back. He made his way to a nearby table full of what appeared to be ordinary, everyday objects such as sunglasses, bottles of shaving cream, razors, and a large red thermos bottle with a white handle.

"What's this? Going on holiday or something?" Emlyn asked as Q joined him at the table.

"Yes, how did you know?" Q asked.

"Nevermind. Did you hear that I am to be taking over 007's current assignment?"

"Yes, M just phoned us to let us know. Since you haven't officially been assigned to the field before, there are a basic few items that we give to all our agents." Q said as he leaned over the table and picked up a case that was on the floor on the other side of the table. Emlyn put up his hand to Q.

"Wait, I don't need anything. Really. I can get by on what I already have with me. The only thing I was going to ask you for was some new shoes."

"Shoes? All you want are some shoes?"

"Yes, that's correct. All I would like are some good dependable shoes."

"Well, we have all sorts of shoes. Any particular type you would like?"

"Just some basic athletic shoes if you have any."

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The room was dark. The only light in the room was coming from a single bulb burning high in the ceiling overhead. The large circular table in the center of the room was surrounded by figures completely shrouded in darkness. They preferred it that way. One of the shadow-clad figures threw a large manila file folder onto the middle of the table.

"I assume that all of you have read this...very interesting proposal?"

The other figures nodded affirmatively. The original speaker picked up his cat and petted it as he sat back down in his chair.

"We all can see that this is the most...diabolical plan ever conceived by any member of our organization. The fact that it can be pulled off so easily without involving even a third of our resources shows that it may actually succeed where so many others have failed. We can all see that it is ingenious in it's simplicity. We just have to move our people into place and the money will just fall into our hands. I don't know which of you came up with this, but whover you are, know that we hold you in the highest respect."

The other figures again nodded affirmatively. The speaker took the folder from the center of the table and opened it up.

"From this information on top, we will have to move fast. The British secret service will undoubtedly send their best agent to try to disrupt our plans again. This time, we will not let him slip through our fingers! We will succeed and we will also rid the criminal world of our dreaded enemy, James Bond!"

All of the other figures stood up and left the room. The speaker sat at the table going over the folder's contents, petting his cat as he did so. A sudden noise made him look up from his reading as he realized that one of the organization's many faceless workers came in to start to clean up the room. The speaker got up from his chair and exited through the door the others had left through leaving the worker to clean up behind them.