A/N Deal: Chapter 3, version 2.0
Ian stepped out of the Aston Martin V12 Vanquish that Q had loaned to him, and stared out across the Thames River. Slowly, knowning he had a task to complete, he turned away and walked toward the MI6 building, which sat near the banks of the River. The building was tall and brown with many windows yet few balconies, a strange occurrence for a waterfront building. The headquarters was built to look like a normal office building. However, its location made it stick out of the landscape, not like a sore thumb, but like a building that had been lifted from the graces of some far away city and dropped in an unorderly fashion on the banks of the Thames River.
As Ian strode in his usual long, brisk, confident, purposeful steps, he removed his trademark metallic navy Oakley sunglasses from his face, and placed them delicatly in the breast pocket inside his coat. Once inside the building, he slid his card and registered himself at the desk, then proceeded directly for the elevator.
Once he reached his floor of the building, he stepped off the elevator, and headed straight for his office.
"Hello Ian," Penelope said from behind her desk. "You're hanging around James too much. You're late. They're waiting for you in M's office."
"Thanks Penelope," Ian said with a smile, adding, "what would I do without you?"
* * *
"You're late 009. You have been around 007 far too much." M said with a scowl as he entered her office.
"Good day to you too M." Ian replied with a light-hearted smile. "Hello James, long time no see."
"If I had my way, you two would never see each other again." M said. "After that disaster in Turkey..."
"I am sorry about that M, but it seems..." Ian began.
"009, I am not about to take excuses from you." M shot back. "You have been around James far too much. You know I do not approve of his sexual antics which he claims are for 'Queen and Country'. Now, down to business. In spite of my best efforts to get the two of you separated, it seems that you will accompany each other for at least part of your next mission. This afternoon you will depart London for Paris together, and once there, you will contact Pierre LaSalle, head of Station F. James, he will give you papers and orders about where to proceed from there."
"Yes ma'am." Bond replied, a sly grin on his face.
"From France, you will travel through Germany to Denmark from where you will leave for Norway. In Norway, you will deliver a package to an old friend."
"Thank you M, it's always a pleasure to meet old friends."
"And James, if you even consider repeating your actions last time you were in France..."
"You need not tell me M, I know." 007 said with a cheery smile.
"Dismissed 007."
"Good day M." Bond said as he walked casually out the door.
"As for you 009," M said, turning to Ian who had been slouching in his chair. Once her glance fell upon him, he sat straight up. She had a glance that pierced the skin like a thousand icy needles that all went straight to the heart and began gnawing away.
"Yes, ma'am?"
"You will be accompning 007 as far as Paris. Two days after he leaves, you shall depart for Italy. Pierre may give you a partner to aid you in your mission. However, remember, the French are not to be trusted fully. Once in Italy, you are to go incognito, and make contact with the head of Station I. He will give you the rundown on some strange preceedings that have taken place recently. It seems there may be a major attack on a Mediterranean nation sometime within the next few months. It is your job to find who is planning this, and put an end to them. Use any resources necessary. Best of luck 009. The saftey of the world may depend on the success of your mission. Dismissed."
"Thank you M. I will not fail you."
"We shall see."
"Farewell M." Ian said as he walked out the door, shutting it behind him. He tipped his hat to Ms. Moneypenny as he walked out of the office, and proceeded down the hallway to prepare for his upcomming mission.
* * *
"So James, what did happen last time in France?" Ian asked once they were on board the plane, and well on their way to Paris.
"Let's just say I did more work for Queen and Country than I did for British Intelligence, and M has never let me hear the last of it."
"Ah, sounds like a harsh punishment."
"Let's not talk about that, shall we? I have some friends in France who I'll introduce you to. I think you'll like her." He replied with a wink and a smile.
* * *
Ian was the first to descend from the plane in Paris. To an onlooker, he would have seemed a giant next to the technicians who were barely five and a half feet. Ian, standing at 6 feet and 3 inches, towered over them. However, he did not have an overpowering presence about him. To a more careful observer, they would notice how his short brown hair, cut precisly to a half inch, did not move in the cool evening breeze. His outlined face against the sun was a sight to be seen. As well as the glint in his dark brown eyes that were outlined by long, black eyelashes, that held secrets only time would unveil. His face curved into a V-shaped jaw, that, along with his bushy eyebrows and pointy yet slightly curved nose, gave him a distinct face that would be marked by many a man throught his days.
"Well, isn't that a beautiful sight?" Bond said, descending behind him. "Paris at sunset is a beautiful thing."
"So I have heard tell, yet I have never seen it for myself." 009 replied.
"Well, its about time we were on our way. We have places to go and people to see." Bond stated, and expressed his statement by moving toward the car that was waiting for them.
There you go De.
Ian stepped out of the Aston Martin V12 Vanquish that Q had loaned to him, and stared out across the Thames River. Slowly, knowning he had a task to complete, he turned away and walked toward the MI6 building, which sat near the banks of the River. The building was tall and brown with many windows yet few balconies, a strange occurrence for a waterfront building. The headquarters was built to look like a normal office building. However, its location made it stick out of the landscape, not like a sore thumb, but like a building that had been lifted from the graces of some far away city and dropped in an unorderly fashion on the banks of the Thames River.
As Ian strode in his usual long, brisk, confident, purposeful steps, he removed his trademark metallic navy Oakley sunglasses from his face, and placed them delicatly in the breast pocket inside his coat. Once inside the building, he slid his card and registered himself at the desk, then proceeded directly for the elevator.
Once he reached his floor of the building, he stepped off the elevator, and headed straight for his office.
"Hello Ian," Penelope said from behind her desk. "You're hanging around James too much. You're late. They're waiting for you in M's office."
"Thanks Penelope," Ian said with a smile, adding, "what would I do without you?"
* * *
"You're late 009. You have been around 007 far too much." M said with a scowl as he entered her office.
"Good day to you too M." Ian replied with a light-hearted smile. "Hello James, long time no see."
"If I had my way, you two would never see each other again." M said. "After that disaster in Turkey..."
"I am sorry about that M, but it seems..." Ian began.
"009, I am not about to take excuses from you." M shot back. "You have been around James far too much. You know I do not approve of his sexual antics which he claims are for 'Queen and Country'. Now, down to business. In spite of my best efforts to get the two of you separated, it seems that you will accompany each other for at least part of your next mission. This afternoon you will depart London for Paris together, and once there, you will contact Pierre LaSalle, head of Station F. James, he will give you papers and orders about where to proceed from there."
"Yes ma'am." Bond replied, a sly grin on his face.
"From France, you will travel through Germany to Denmark from where you will leave for Norway. In Norway, you will deliver a package to an old friend."
"Thank you M, it's always a pleasure to meet old friends."
"And James, if you even consider repeating your actions last time you were in France..."
"You need not tell me M, I know." 007 said with a cheery smile.
"Dismissed 007."
"Good day M." Bond said as he walked casually out the door.
"As for you 009," M said, turning to Ian who had been slouching in his chair. Once her glance fell upon him, he sat straight up. She had a glance that pierced the skin like a thousand icy needles that all went straight to the heart and began gnawing away.
"Yes, ma'am?"
"You will be accompning 007 as far as Paris. Two days after he leaves, you shall depart for Italy. Pierre may give you a partner to aid you in your mission. However, remember, the French are not to be trusted fully. Once in Italy, you are to go incognito, and make contact with the head of Station I. He will give you the rundown on some strange preceedings that have taken place recently. It seems there may be a major attack on a Mediterranean nation sometime within the next few months. It is your job to find who is planning this, and put an end to them. Use any resources necessary. Best of luck 009. The saftey of the world may depend on the success of your mission. Dismissed."
"Thank you M. I will not fail you."
"We shall see."
"Farewell M." Ian said as he walked out the door, shutting it behind him. He tipped his hat to Ms. Moneypenny as he walked out of the office, and proceeded down the hallway to prepare for his upcomming mission.
* * *
"So James, what did happen last time in France?" Ian asked once they were on board the plane, and well on their way to Paris.
"Let's just say I did more work for Queen and Country than I did for British Intelligence, and M has never let me hear the last of it."
"Ah, sounds like a harsh punishment."
"Let's not talk about that, shall we? I have some friends in France who I'll introduce you to. I think you'll like her." He replied with a wink and a smile.
* * *
Ian was the first to descend from the plane in Paris. To an onlooker, he would have seemed a giant next to the technicians who were barely five and a half feet. Ian, standing at 6 feet and 3 inches, towered over them. However, he did not have an overpowering presence about him. To a more careful observer, they would notice how his short brown hair, cut precisly to a half inch, did not move in the cool evening breeze. His outlined face against the sun was a sight to be seen. As well as the glint in his dark brown eyes that were outlined by long, black eyelashes, that held secrets only time would unveil. His face curved into a V-shaped jaw, that, along with his bushy eyebrows and pointy yet slightly curved nose, gave him a distinct face that would be marked by many a man throught his days.
"Well, isn't that a beautiful sight?" Bond said, descending behind him. "Paris at sunset is a beautiful thing."
"So I have heard tell, yet I have never seen it for myself." 009 replied.
"Well, its about time we were on our way. We have places to go and people to see." Bond stated, and expressed his statement by moving toward the car that was waiting for them.
There you go De.