Bond was watching the facility. He'd finally managed to track down the viral warfare weapons they were creating. He just needed to find a way in.
"Scuse me."
Bond spun and pointed his gun at the short man with a bowler on his head.
The man just stared down the barrel with a smile on his face. "I would ask you for some gray poupon but you don't seem to have a sense of humor tonight."
"Who are you?"
"Name's Whistler. Xander probably hasn't gotten around to explaining most of the things that step in and annoy them while helping yet. I'm one of those."Bond blinked. "Talk."
"Wouldn't it be better if I showed you?"
Bond's communication link beeped. Keeping the gun trained on the stranger, he used his other hand to flick it on.
"007."
"M?"
"As much as I like surprises, we are kind of curious how you managed to make those viruses complete with secure containers, appear out of thin air. I'd also like to know why 200 tied and gagged terrorists are hanging upside down from various ceiling fans in MI-6 headquarters. One of them is the man you were trying to find."
"I'm kind of curious myself..."
"What?"
"I'll explain later.... As soon as I understand it."
"Bond..."
"It's one of those quirks of the new world my son introduced us too.... I still can't completely understand it yet. And believe me, none of that was my doing."
"Understood. I expect a full report when you get back."
Whistler smiled some more. "You might want to contact Angel. His frequency is 235 on the satellite uplink. He can confirm who I am."
"And how..."
"Xander just gave him one. Also M has just now gotten a message for an emergency recall of you and Q to Sunnydale, and is probably a little upset."
Bond rubbed his eyebrows. Then he dialed Angel.
"Hello?"
"Angel, this is James. I've got a person here who did some rather remarkable things... He calls himself Whistler? He gave me the frequency of the device Xander just handed you."
"He's annoying but trustworthy. Also serves a powerful group known as The Powers That Be. They tend to step in when they see fit."
"Ah, I see. I should be heading back to Sunnydale fairly quickly. See you then."
Bond put up his device, then said "Well..." he then looked at M and the facility she was standing in. Beside him was the car he had left two miles away from the place he was spying on. "I'm afraid that the jet lag has gotten to me... I haven't been able to get to that report yet."
"Considering that the terrorists are still dazed, I am not at all surprised at how you got here Bond. I received an interesting call from one of our agents under Xander's command. He says that Q needs to be in Sunnydale with whatever he can find, and they need you and two more agents."
"I see. When do I leave?"
"Immediately, though I am curious as to what exactly caused this emergency. Will you inform me?"
"I'll be sure to do so."
"Good. Q was only one hour out. We're flying his equipment in now." M glared for a second. "Would you please be so kind as to tell me how you arrived in such a timely fashion?"
"I have no idea. A man named Whistler did. He seems to be one of the more mysterious aspects of Xander's world."
"I see. I wonder if we could employ him."
Bond smiled.