"Excuse me? Miss?" Emlyn said as he tried to catch the attention of one of the flight attendants walking by him.

He watched the attendant who he had tried to talk to walk up to the center of the plane where restrooms and the attendant station was located. He saw that a group of them had gathered in the station and that they were all women. He saw a male attendant walk back down the aisle in his direction. He waved and the attendant walked over to where he was seated.

"Yes sir? Do you need assistance?"

"Just wondering why all the other attendants are ignoring the people back here, that's all."

"Well," the male attendant rolled his eyes, "there's this man up in first class that all the girls seem to think is so gorgeous, and I just saw him and I think he's a little too good to be true for my tastes." he said in a surprisingly gruff voice.

"I see, thank you." Emlyn told the attendant as a frown started to form on his face.

"Is there anything else? Blanket? Or some peanuts?"

"No, thank you."

Emlyn watched as the male attendant made his way back up to the station and then through to first class. Emlyn shook his head as he knew who the attendant had been talking about. He quickly took off his seatbelt and got up from his seat. He made his way up to the middle of the plane and got into the restroom. He wanted to punch out somebody's lights, like the spy that was sitting in the row behind his own, but he really didn't want to bring any attention to himself. He calmed himself down and smoothed out the wrinkles in his pants and shirt. He looked down at the tennis shoes he had finally taken from Q. Q had told them how they worked, but he still had doubts about them. He washed his hands in the tiny sink and dried them on his pants as the towel dispenser was empty.

Emlyn quickly got out of the tiny restroom and tried to get past the crowd of attendants watching the first class section through the curtains.

"I'm sorry sir, but you can't get into first class unless you have a ticket and seat number." One of them said as she stopped him, frowning as she had to give up her spot in front of the curtains.

"Here you go." Emlyn said as he held out the ticket and seat number slip he had in his coat pocket.

They were master forgeries and Emlyn had made sure they corresponded with one of the empty seats in first class. The attendant looked them over, arched her eyebrow at him, but then stood aside to let him enter first class, handing the ticket and slip back to him as he walked through the curtain.

Emlyn saw who he had been looking for. He was seated in the third row of the plane. Emlyn could see, even from this distance, that indeed the man was set apart from the others around him. He silently made his way up the aisle to where the man was sitting. Emlyn saw that he was reading the London Times.

"Sir? Do you need a blanket or coffee?" Emlyn asked in a almost perfect imitation of the male attendant's voice.

"No thank you. I already told the other attendant that I didn't need anything right now." The man said as he turned a page of the newspaper, not looking at Emlyn.

"Some peanuts, perhaps?"

"No thank you." The man said in a curt manner.

"How about a vodka martini, hmm? Would you like one of those?" Emlyn asked, barely keeping the dislike out of his disguised voice.

The man quickly put down the paper and looked up. He took in the light brown hair slicked down in uneven layers on Emlyn's head, the faded green polo shirt, the tan pants with the water stains on the front of them, and the glaringly white tennis shoes. He then looked at Emlyn's face as Emlyn smiled at him.

"Hello, James."

"Hello, Emlyn." James Bond said, barely keeping the dislike out of his own voice.

"Look, I apologized enough after that incident with the computer labs on that Carribean island. How was I supposed to know that you were hiding near the table that I had rigged to blow up after I left? At least the explosion didn't damage your good looks."

"Yes, but the blast was large enough to knock me out and burn off my hair!" James hissed through his pefect teeth in a voice that the other passengers couldn't hear.

"Well, it grew back didnt' it?" Emlyn said with a big grin on his face, watching James' eyes narrow at him.

Emlyn rolled his eyes around in his head as he took the window seat of James' row, leaving the middle seat between them empty. He motioned to the attendant to come over. Immediately he could hear a fight break out as the attendants fought to see who would be the one to look at Bond while they took care of Emlyn. He watched as the winner straightened her hair and quickly came up the aisle.

"Yes, is there something you need, sir?" The attendant asked, not moving her eyes off Bond. Emlyn shook his head and sighed as Bond flashed a winning smile at the girl. Emlyn heard her squeek.

"I just think my friend and I could use some drinks. I'll take a club soda, and I think my friend here would like something a bit stronger." Emlyn said as he motioned at Bond.

"I'd like a vodka martini, shaken not stirred." Bond said as the attendant smiled at him and made her way to the station.

"You really shouldn't drink so much, James. It kind off cuts into your response time when it comes to quick thinking." Emlyn said as he looked out the window.

Without warning, Emlyn turned and quickly reached out with his left hand, grabbed Bond's shoulder at the neck, and squeezed until James passed out. He quickly picked up the blanket in the empty seat between them and made it look like James was just sleeping. The attendant came back up the aisle with the drinks.

"I'll take mine and you can take his back. He decided to take a nap." Emlyn quietly said as the attendant smiled at the unconscious spy and walked back down the aisle. Emlyn felt better now that he had taken care of matters at hand. Bond would stay like he was until Emlyn got off the plane. He just knew that Bond had been sent to keep an eye on him, and he didn't need a babysitter. He went back to looking out the window at the ocean passing quickly underneath the plane.