A/n: Hey everybody! I'm so sorry for the long delay of this chapter! I've just been so busy.

Goldeneye338-the name of this story is a little odd I'll agree but the reasoning for the name will be revealed closer to the end of the story

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And now shall we continue?

Chapter 2- MI6 Headquarters, London

M's Private Office- 09:05 hrs

Bond passed through the second padded door, closing it silently behind him. The short, gray haired woman looked up sharply from her position at her desk.

"Ah, good morning double-oh seven" she said push herself up from her chair.

"Morning M. "Bond said as he took off his suit coat and laid it neatly on the back of his chair

"I hope you got enough rest on your way back from the Tibet?" She inquired, making her way to a cabinet in the back of the room. "Bourbon?" She offered as she poured out her preferred drink into two separate glasses with plenty of ice in each.

Bond took the offered drink and waited for M to sit down before doing so himself.

M sat down and turned trough the pages of the file already lying on her desk. "You say Wong Hung Lo was living in basic filth- unusual for a man of his genius in China and that you failed to extort any information of any subject before he destroyed 50 acres of profitable land?"

"Yes" Bond shifted uncomfortably in his armchair as he watched M read the end of his report. He knew what was coming next; a suspect killing himself before information was extracted was nearly unforgivable in M's book.

M took a sip of her bourbon, and reviewed Bond over the rim of her glass before she spoke again, "I'm sending you into Iraq, Bond. We fear that Hung Lo was working closely with terrorist groups in that region. Your task is to find and eradicate those factions. You will meet your counterpart in Berlin, Your flight leaves in 2 hours. Good luck."

Bond looked at M unbeliving. Iraq? In M's eyes he had just failed a mission and shewas sending him to Iraq? He expected a week of desk work at the very least.

M seemed to read his mind. "You are our best operative 007, Her Majesty needs you out in the field not stuck behind a desk. Besides you were requested."

Requested?

She handed Bond the folder.

Bewildered he turned to leave. She stopped him at the door, "Double-oh-seven. Tread…carefully."

Sorry these chappies are so short...They should be getting longer soon- i hope crosses fingers. Until then keep those review commin'.