AN: Thank you for all the "Get well soon" type comments from you all! I'm much better now! I liked writing this chapter. I don't know why but I think 007 is funny. I hope my spellings to indicate accents in some of the talking weren't too strange.
007 scowled at the wall. He had nothing to do but pace back and forth and all around his room. He stopped for a moment and looked around. It was a quite ordinary room with a bed a couple of chairs nothing intricate or particularly noticeable, but all the same it was his.
"I remember when I didn't even have a new change of clothes." he said aloud...
Great Britain sat slumped on a stool in front of the bar counter. He was groggy from all the alcohol he had consumed. He leaned on the counter and rested his head on his arm.
"Pour me another John." he grunted.
"Do ya 'ave anymore money?" The burly bartender asked.
"Blimey John pour another!" The man glared at him.
"You wone be gettin' ina more until you can pay me" Great Britain's voice increased in volume.
"John you stupid bloke! I'll pay you later, just poor me another bloody drink!"
"Quit yellin now you're disturbin me othur customers!"
"I'll yell all I bloody want!" Britain shouted. The bartender seized him by the collar, pulled him up off of the stool, and threw him to the floor. Britain groaned and coughed.
"What was that for?" The man said nothing but came around from behind the counter and grabbed him up again. "Let me go!" Britain squirmed around but the man's grip was iron.
"Out you go." he said simply and tossed him out of the bar. "Oh and by the way, me name isn't John, it's Will" The door slammed loudly and Britain pushed himself up to his knees, clutching his arms and shivering in the winter cold.
"Well you look like a John to me." He heard approaching footsteps and turned around to see a man. The dark night blended perfectly with his black suit. Despite the lack of sun he wore sunglasses. "Do you got any booze or other alcoholic beverages to numb and old actor's mind?" The strange man produced a small bottle filled with vodka. Britain jumped to his feet and scrambled to grab the bottle. The man tossed it into the back of a car. The drunken Englishman jumped in after it...
"Blimey I was a fool." 007 sighed. "And this boredom is driving me crazy!" He opened the door and headed to the hatch door. 'Might as well get some fresh air maybe that will clear my head.' He climbed out and was startled to see most of the team out there.
"What are you all doing out here?" No one said a word in reply. 007 scratched his head and shrugged, looking straight out at the dark horizon.
There we go! I got to go to my violin lesson so I finished this just in time! haha. See ya for the next chapter.