Chapter 2: James Bond has Returned

We join M:

"My god, he's still alive. I don't believe it, I refuse to believe it" said M, putting his palm over his face.

"Why the look of disappointment? We should be grateful" said Moneypenny.

"Oh, it's just been a long day is all" replied M. He continued under his breath, "How are we going to muzzle the press on this?"

"Are you hungry? Bond taught me the most exquisite Keesh recipe" said Stacy.

"Oh, Stacy, bug off" replied M. "He drank too much alcohol, he womanized, he gambled-God I hope it's all a prank by Putin," he muttered under his breath.

M then began texting Dr. Swann for an appointment with his older crummy phone that delayed messages.

He then muttered "What if Bond himself was just a big prank by Putin? No, that couldn't be right"

Meanwhile, we join Q and his friend:

"It's not like there's anything good lately on Netflix!" said Oscar, holding the remote.

"Oh really? What about Chill? We tried Netflix, let's move on to chill" said Q.

Just then there was a knock on the door. Q was shocked to see a large foreboding man in a hazmat suit.

"Who is it?" asked Oscar.

"Well if I didn't know any better I'd think we were being invaded by aliens. Oscar, this needs to be man to man

you may excuse yourself" said Q. Oscar packed up his things and left.

"Didn't mean to interrupt anything," said the man in the hazmat suit.

Q took one look at the mans face and nearly died of shock.

"OH, DAMN! Oh bloody hell!" said Q, as he backed up against a nearby wall in horror.

"It's not that incredible, don't look at me like I'm Nessy. Look, Q, I'm going to need your help if I'm going to get through this I've been

having some issues in the back of my head that I don't really understand, now I know that you're more of an

emotional type than me so maybe you'd understand" said Bond.

"You want to borrow my teddy?" asked Q.

"No. Don't test my limits. It's that I can't live without Madeleine" replied Bond.

"I see," said Q. He continued, "You want an antidote. There is no antidote, it's permanent, like that horrible paint job, on your muffler, your car muffler"

"I don't need Mary Goodnight and Solitaire trying to contact my spirit on a Ouija board! There MUST be an antidote," said Bond, pulling Q's shirt collar in.

"Look, it doesn't mean you need to commit suicide you nearly did already" said Q

"Yes, and it was mostly assisted by you. I KNOW THERE'S AN ANTIDOTE Q!" shouted Bond angrily.

"What makes you think that?" asked Q.

"If M could make such a ludicrous nano bot invention and if Safin and Orobuchev and their goons could alter it to be deadly,

then they HAD to have an antidote in case they made a mistake and set the nano bots to infect the wrong persons DNA. It's simple logic" said Bond.

"Well, you may be right. But if that's not the case, I have been thinking of doing some preliminary research on the genetically altered

blood of a Mr. Ernst Stavro Blofeld" explained Q.

"What about smart blood?" asked Bond.

"Fair point," replied Q. "In his will, Blofeld wrote that in the event he were to die he wanted to be cryogenically preserved, he's a block of ice in Switzerland now, living an icey death near the former Piz Gloria allergy research clinic facility. Gave his body for science. I suppose I could revive him to make the antidote more effective"

"A man can dream," said Bond. "I don't think we've hit that avenue of madness yet in our lifetime nor will we"

"In the meantime, I suppose I could modify the smart blood using a sample of the unused nano bot jelly prototype combined with some secret life extension fluid from a lab in RAF Rudlow Manner (the British Area 51), before I make a better antidote from the nanostream of Blofeld. But where would I find it?" asked Q.

"Swann's place, I heard she kept a small sample" replied Bond.

"I'll just-drop her an email, I won't mention you, don't want to give the poor woman a heart attack" replied Q.

"Right," said Bond.

Dear Swann,

It's the Q-ster. - NO never begin a letter like that, Q

Sorry Bond!

Dear Swann,

sending an MI6 swattt team to your

Bond: NO! Don't do that!

From: QatMI6dotgov

To: drswannatmistyfoggycabinsdotnet

Dear Swann,

This is Q. I wanted to let you know I'd like the small sample of nano bot material in your possession

for research of sorts.

Please send it to the address as follows:

ADDRESS WITHHELD FROM FANFIC FOR SECURITY OF ENGLAND.

"Not too shabby," said Bond.

Later...

"I'm afraid I will have to revive Blofeld. I'm not even sure I can do it. But with the limited resources I have, I can certainly try" said Q.

"We'll book a flight to the facility" replied Bond.

At the Piz Gloria Pinewood Deathrup Facility:

After showing their credentials Bond and Q gained access to the icey cold departed soul vessel of Ernst Stavro Blofeld,

terrorist mastermind.

After a few buttons were pushed, the icey blocks moved away to reveal the legendary lifeless villain.

"We put him on ice, in more ways than one" said Bond.

"He certainly looks dead in his current state of evolution" said Q.

"That's an odd and eerie way of putting it" replied Bond.

"I have a very rare substance to administer that M would kill me if he knew I had. It's above your security clearance,

let's just say it's not something made on Earth" said Q, as he pulled out a strange kit.

Q kept attempting over and over, applying the gel to each of Blofelds arms and even his knees,

but still nothing. But then, minutes later, one of Blofeld's index-fingers wiggled ever so slightly

in an almost haunting fashion.

"Good lord," said Bond, as his jovial eyes turned to shock and horror.

"It's-he's alive" said Q.

"What is this?" said Bond.

"I don't know what this is" said Q.

"Are you sure this was a good idea?" asked Bond.

"No," replied Q.

Suddenly the two of them heard a groggy roar from Blofeld, followed by his usual calm and collected poetic ramblings.

"Oh shit-it's Hannibal Spectre!" muttered Q.

"Welcome to Hell, Blofeld" said Bond, angrily.

"You marvel in the splendor of my resilient beauty" said a revived Blofeld.

"Go on, I'm fascinated" said Q.

"Yes, we'd love to hear more from someone who's been there and back" said Bond.

"Well, well, well James. So both of us have risen from the dead. You, figuratively from the tomb of the missile silo. Me, from the frozen depths of death itself,"

"How did he even know?" asked Q.

"Good question," replied Bond, shocked.

"Peh. Before my demise your life flashed before my eyes James, every second, every word uttered from your dismal breath, it's a brother thing perhaps, we are linked James, not on a molecular or even cellular level but a soululur one. But all that matters is that we're all finally here" said Blofeld.

"Frankenstein here needs to make you into even more of a monster" said Bond.

"Just need to do some extraction," said Q, attaching Blofeld's hand to a device that was similar to when one gets their blood tested.

"Extraction, figuratively speaking is second nature, even when one does not have the proper tools" said Blofeld.

"Whatever, it's your funeral" replied Q.

"Death encompassed me. I was a representation of death itself the moment I set foot outside the womb of my dear mother. Death enveloped the very fabric, the very

shape of my being was taken by death" replied Blofeld.

"I'm fascinated. Do go on, Blofeld" said Q.

"I emerged from it, beautiful and triumphant, like a pheonix rising from the ashes to usher in a New Order. My wounds will heal" said Blofeld.

"Yes, and we'll get you nice and comfy back in prison" replied Q.

"Surely you wouldn't turn down a delicatessen in stainless steel?" inquired Blofeld.

"What on Earth is he muttering about? We have to figure out how to get him back in prison" said Q.

"No, you're gonna have to kill him. We can't let the guards here see what we've done" replied Bond.

"Death, what is death? Death is a liberation, albeit a cold one. My organization could have spread this glorious gift known as death upon so many an enslaved populace" said Blofeld.

"He's freaking me out, look you've got the stuff let's get out of here" said Bond, his eyes widening.

"It's sealed shut," said Q, attempting to get help, pounding the doors.

"They-they won't come to rescue you. You are trapped in my clutches" said Blofeld.

"WHAT?" shouted Bond, pounding on the doors with Q.

"By cheating death? Metaphysically I have already destroyed both of you" said Blofeld, laughing.

"Nothing could be worse than listening to him talk" said Q.

"There is only so much a man can take. It is then that death encircles him and sets him free from the cruelty of this vicious evil world. As I fed my men to sharks,

I knew this was exactly what I was doing-liberation" explained Blofeld.

"HELP US!" shouted Bond, who felt like he was drowning in a pool of sharks that were represented by the words of Blofeld.

"Oh no, what are we gonna do?" said Q.

"Bwahaha! Look at you two struggle. Mahahahaha" laughed the evil Blofeld.

"I'll kill him again, I swear to bloody God I'll kill him one more time. Live and let die, Blofeld!" said Bond.

"Science has triumphed, who's laughing now? Who is God but me? Hahahahaha" proclaimed Blofeld.

"I alerted the security," said Q.

"So we're getting out before we both end up converts to Blofeldism?" asked Bond.

"I alerted them about your temper" said Q, as he attempted to pull Bond away from Blofeld.

"To lose ones eyes, to lose ones soul, is to be one with a higher power" said Blofeld.

Bond kept once again attempting to strangle Blofeld, but luckily failed to touch him. Eventually security came and escorted Bond and Q out of the facility.

But they were shocked to see Blofeld alive and well afterwards.

"How did this happen? It's a miracle," said one guard.

"We'll take him to Pheonix" said the other. Apparently the cyrogenics facility was tied to an organization worse than Spectre.

"Ah, a pheonix? I feel nothing fits that description better than I" proclaimed Blofeld.

"Yes, you're going to be just fine" said one of the guards.

"My brother and his near incestuous urge to see me again got the better of him, he will pay! He will soon know what death really is, for I lied about its purpose " muttered Blofeld.

"What's that?" asked the guards.

"Nothing," replied Blofeld. "I miss my cat, Mr. Cuddle E. Killsworth" he added.

"We're getting you out of here" said the guards in unison.

"The clay figures-they are as real as you and I" replied Blofeld.

None of the guards knew what Blofeld was talking about, except one.

Blofeld was taken and hauled away into a dark shady truck.

Later, at Q's Lab in the MI6 Building:

"You revived bloody old Blofeld, just to help my love life, dear god!" said Bond.

"Surely no one can keep a secret better than you James" replied Q.

"Don't bet on it" replied Bond.

"It was for science" replied Q.

"I'm joking, of course I won't rat you out, worse things have been done in the spy world. So what is it this time Q?" asked Bond.

"Modified smart blood mixed with Blofeld's bot ridden DNA, nano jelly, and a rare Earth mineral thought to have been retrieved from a downed extraterrestrial spacecraft that promotes longevity and health, along with a little Element 117" said Q.

"Oh, sounds terrific. How exactly is it an Earth mineral then? Peh!" said Bond, sarcastically.

"Think of me as your personal alchemist, a Merlin the Magician of sorts" said Q.

"Don't tell me you're a Hufflepuff" replied Bond.

"Just need to inject you with more nanobots and microchips into your bloodstream, as if you don't have enough. You'll be lucky if you survive this" said Q, hooking Bond up to a machine.

"Fine, just kill me again, I've only lived what is it? Twice now?" said Bond.

"Something like that, although your most recent escapades make me feel like your life has become a chic flic" replied Q.

"Yeah, I know what you mean" replied Bond.

"Times like these us real men should stick together, and I mean really close, like the bots in our blood" said Q, as he jabbed Bond with a syringe device coming out of the machine.

"Indubitably, my dear Q" replied Bond.

"Alright, these nano bots will erase the DNA damaging compounds of the other ones. You should be able to interact with

nearly everyone rather snug and safely, that is-if you survive what I just did," said Q, putting on a reluctant smile.

"Including Swann and my child?" asked Bond.

"Yes!' replied Q, happily. "Although it may wear off after one year. It's why we're researching a better antidote, the next one will come from synthetic goat liver" he added, as Bond left the room, not sure if Q was joking or not.

Later...

At Swann's house:

Dr. Swann took a look outside at the moon. She heard a knock on the door. It was Moneypenny.

"Thought I'd drop by," said Moneypenny. "I found this on my doorstep, almost looks like Bond's handwriting and it seemed to come out of nowhere, want to sing it with me?" she asked.

It was the same song that Stacy had found in the Swiss Alps.

Scene cuts to galaxies and outer space as well as DNA strands altering the color of the sun's rays, Bond rising from a grave with a missile stuck in his skull, and moving about like a zombie eating random octopie, and Stacy Sutton's silhouette turning into a dragon, who is then followed by several UFO's, one of which is a SPECTRE octopuss shape.

The martini lied,

I thought I died,

Searching for solace in a quantum sea of life and the familar face of death,

Just knew it couldn't be my final breath.

But my quantum soul? It did not fly.

Is there nothing left to salvage in the heart of a spy?

I saw the Heavenly skies, far up above,

However joyful stolen chariots can't match love,

I saw the ground, I'm still earthbound...

And I won't kill my final kill,

as long as I have my eternal will,

To move on, and never live a lie...

Cuz I was someone, I had too much to offer, I'm not your average guy...

I'M TOO DEAD TO DIE!

Too dead to die, can't live a lie, no time to fly-TOO DEAD TO DIE!

Too little too late for a sorry fate,

this man never had an expiration date,

Gotta give it my all before it's too late,

I'm too dead to die!

I'm too dead to die!

I'M FAR TOO DEAD TO DIE!

TOO DEAD TO DIE!

"Goodbye, Dr. Swann. I trust you'll enjoy the rest of your evening" said Moneypenny.

"I will try. Mathilde and I will be learning from Dora tonight" replied Swann, closing the door as Moneypenny left.

"Good, you can learn a lot from her," said Moneypenny as she wandered off.

It was raining and storming.

Swann wrapped Mathilde in a blanket and gave her her favorite rabbit after turning on the television.

There was suddenly a loud knock on the door.

"Je suis désolé mon amour, je dois éteindre Dora, il y a un raton laveur à la porte qui demande mon attention, (I must turn off Dora, there's a racoon at the door)" said Swann.

"Les ratons laveurs ont-ils des amis? (Do racoons have friends?)" asked Mathilde.

"Oui, ils ont leurs propres protocoles et il y a des foules entières et des quadrants de ratons laveurs (Yes, their own protocol and entire mobs, legions, and-even-um-quadrants, yes properly spatially organized quadrants of racoons)" replied Swann, as she checked the door. She shrieked, and fainted. Mathilde came walking up to Swann and waved a hankerchief in front of her nose.

"It's quite alright," said Bond, as Mathilde looked up at him. Swann had explained why she could not interact with her father Bond anymore long ago.

"NOOOOO! Mommy it's the robot bug man! He has robo cooties" said Mathilde.

"No, it's completely fine," said Bond. "I am your father"

"That's impossible!" shrieked Mathilde.

"What in God's name is happening? It can't really be him, we're getting my thing, my happy thing, and then we're calling the police, alright Mathilde?" said Swann, gathering

her composure and hastily leaving for her bedroom drawers.

"Your thing? You mean your happy thing? What? No, it's safe now. I got an antidote from MI6" said Bond.

"Stand back, if you value your-James Bund?" asked Swann, dropping her gun with the smiley face sticker on it.

"Yes, that's what I've been trying to tell you. I'm back. This isn't fantasy, it's not a near death experience, it's reality" said Bond.

"But the island-I saw it blow up. Poof. How did you get away?" asked Swann, folding her arms.

"Call it British intellect. It's now perfectly safe for us to interact but just to be on the safe side we'll social distance a bit" said Bond.

"Right, and when the moment comes?" asked Swann.

"We'll be as intimate as we-oh what am I thinking? MADALEINE, I LOVE YOU WITH ALL MY HEART!" shouted Bond, as he hugged her with

tears in his eyes.

"I love you too, James" said Swann.

Swann and Bond shared a passionate hug as

Mathilde clutched onto Bond's suit.

"Mon wabbit est dans ta poche de manteau (MY WABBIT IS IN YOUR COAT POCKET)" said Mathilde.

"Oh, so it is. Sorry about that, it's force of habit, seems this little bunny always wants to join me on my missions, he's like Q's Scottish fold if he were

given novocane" said Bond.

"Quoi? (What?)" asked Mathillde.

"Nothing darling. Swann, I want you to have these" said Bond, giving Swann a bouquet of Irisis.

"Ah, the symbol of my nation. Thank you Bond" said Swann.

"I named each one of them Madeline, for what is a rose without a name?" said Bond.

"Irises are not roses" replied Swann, laughing.

"Forgive me. And these as well, they're nano-bot free chocolates, I read the label, although they may or may not be organic" said Bond, kissing Swann.

"Magnifique," replied Swann.

"If you want more of an explanation of how I got out of here you can read this document my secretary printed out, don't share it with anyone" said Bond,

handing Swann a document. Minutes of reading later, Bond swiped it away from Swann.

"What is it?" asked Swann.

"So help me God, never tell our little Mathilde what's in there" said Bond. "Would corrupt her poor little soul and she'd have to kill us all" he added.

Bond and Swann settled themselves on the sofa.

"So, what have you been doing with yourself? Did you miss me?" asked Bond.

"Yes, I missed you more than you missed me, I can tell you that" replied Swann.

"No, I missed you more" said Bond.

"I missed you more" replied Swann

"Well, at any rate business has been slower. I've had to maintain such a low profile that hardly anyone knows who I am.

Called up an old friend from the CIA, her name is Pam Bouvier and she and her ex-boyfriend Jack Ryan showed up along with a

chap called Hunt, Ethan Hunt. It was a joint operation referred to as 'Get Bond the Hell out of There' by the alphabet soup

intelligence agencies. Used code names based on Tintin characters. Very few know about it, most think I'm still dead. But it doesn't matter to me, I just do what

I must, I'm a blunt instrument of sorts. Things seem pretty normal in comparison or have you been having strange and unusual

experiences of your own?" asked Bond.

"I have found great tutelage for new methods having been studying under Dr. Rosa Klebb" replied Swann.

"Rosa Klebb, Rosa Klebb, where have I heard that name before? I feel like I have, not sure" said Bond.

"She told me about a new theory in neuroscience that perceptions can be altered using devices from far away" explained Swann.

Bond looked scared.

"Then how do you know I'm really here?" asked Bond.

Swann laughed. Bond's pretend scared look faded.

"Well, I'd like to pay a visit to Miss Klebb if I may. How long have you been seeing her?" asked Bond.

"Only recently," replied Swann.

"Right," said Bond, adjusting his cufflinx. "I've heard rumblings about a strange new device that exerts control of sorts, but not over people.

Over machines" he added.

"Aren't we all just machines, but with souls?" said Swann.

"It's one way of looking at it. I have a lot of questions to ask Klebb" said Bond.

Bond arrived at Klebb's office. He knocked twice on the door. There was no one there.

"Klebb? I scheduled an appointment. I'm Mr. Bernie Spanders, remember?" said Bond.

There was still no answer. Bond knew something was amiss, so he used an old watch Q gave him to laser through the door, which melted into

smithereens. Bond, gun in hand, entered the room with careful precision. He hid behind shelves, and various furniture.

Suddenly, he heard a voice from behind.

"I was asleep, you dreadful decadent Western worm" said Klebb.

"Oh, I didn't know you had a policy against worms of the West" replied Bond.

"I don't, I just need to-I've seen you. You're the man who single handedly took down my organization, all those years ago" said Klebb.

"Don't know what you're talking about," said Bond.

Klebb pointed her gun at Bond.

"SMERSH! Death to Spies, you know!" shouted Klebb.

"The Smurfs?" asked Bond, chuckling.

"You can't play stupid with me Mr. Bond. Stay right where you are and I let you live. You make one false move and you die. Like so!" said Klebb,

as she was shot from behind and dropped to the floor as lifeless as a pancake.

"Tell me when I can stop freezing, it's like Windows Seven over here" said Bond.

Then suddenly, he realized Klebb had been shot. He saw a bullet-hole through the window.

"Looks like Miss Klebb will be missing one of her client's appointments" muttered Bond.

He raced to the window and saw a man covered head to toe

in a strange black jumpsuit that covered most if not all of his face. Bond followed him in pursuit, blasting away with his gun but the man escaped by

covering himself in a manhole. Bond jumped down the manhole and saw none other than Swann and Q.

"It was all a trap, Bond. Klebb had been warming up to Swann hoping to get her brainwashed against you" said Q.

"You didn't-kill her did you?" asked Bond, thinking that Q was incapable of murder.

"No, I didn't, but you nearly killed me. I was disguised because I was running from some other agents. She's dead?" asked Q.

"So many people thought I was dead and I wasn't so you can never be too careful. But for all practical purposes, yes, she's dead" replied Bond.

"Well, that's the way the cookie crumbles isn't it 007? I mean Bond, I mean James, whatever it is. Get in the tube shuttle, NOW!" said Q,

as bullets began flying their direction. Bond, Swann, Q and Mathillde all jumped into the tube shuttle and started blasting away at the speed

of light underground. When the shuttle finally reached its destination they all breathed a sigh of relief.

"What the hell is going on?" asked Bond.

"It looks like we may have another crazy mission on our hands, Mr. Bond. But this time we should play it safe. You see my recent addition to

your bloodstream involved a risky move-the enemy can now track you wherever you go. But if I hadn't used the smart blood you'd never be

able to see your precious Swann and Mathillde ever again. But if M knows the enemy can track you? He told me he'd-kill me in cold blood"

explained Q.

"Should he?" asked Bond.

"Honestly, he probably should. But I can't have it both ways. You have a choice to make Bond. I want you to see this complex I created,"

said Q, pushing a button on a remote and guiding Bond, Swann, and Mathillde into a gigantic futuristic warehouse that looked like a spaceship's

garage.

"What is this?" asked Bond.

"Your new business headquarters. Welcome to Tiger Eye Seven" said Q.

"Tiger Eye Seven?" asked Bond.

"Perhaps I should elaborate some more on the situation. So M believes you still being alive is most likely Russian propaganda designed

to deflect attention so that England loses track of the more important issues at hand-such as the cost of Freddos etc" explained Q.

"Ah, yes, the cost of Freddos. Worth the blood of a hundred thousand men" replied Bond.

"Quite, so as I was saying M believes you're dead. Firmly. I could not convince him even with perfectly accurate non-CGI verified

footage. Even your old friend Stacy Sutton couldn't convince him" explained Q.

"My death was very convincing wasn't it?" said Bond.

"Your death is always a peculiar thing, is it not?" joked Swann.

"Yes every time I die you can never find the body but my death always looks gorgeously convincing. When I was a young open book my motto was to live

and let live, but now in this ever changing world we live in I've been brutally killed so many times I've learned to live and let die!" said Bond.

"So, I was thinking that since this has all been leaked into tabloids you're probably not safe as it is. A group

just like SPECTRE has established itself and is literally obsessed with you. They'll stop at nothing to kill you" said Q.

"Oh, it's happened before, you live long enough" said Bond.

"No, I mean LITERALLY kill you. Anyway they call themselves Pheonix Wing. Their main mission in life seems to be tracking

you down and according to recent dossiers they have agents and moles embedded everywhere" said Q.

"Right, so you want to make me disappear again?" asked Bond.

"In essence, yes. I've been able to establish my own rogue little MI6 here while M hired a new Q, a new me" said Q.

"Oh god, you don't say" said Bond.

"Indeed. Shame you're going rogue again you were knighted after your death just so you know" explained Q.

"Good god, a knights duty is never finished" replied Bond.

"Not really you mind you, it was the other fellow, the bird watcher by your same name," replied Q.

"Oh, that's a relief," replied Bond.

"Yes. So what I was hoping was that you and Swann could join Tiger Eye Seven, and I'll tell you the up and up on what's

happening in the world of guns for hire and politics" said Q.

"Love the guns for hire. Spare me the politics, I don't like ticks" said Bond.

Later...

"This is a platinum coated Pheonix Wing microchip. These microchips are being used to enhance the most powerful drone in Europe-the Coldbreak"

said Q in a dramatic tone. If Q talked in a dramatic tone you knew it was serious.

"The Coldbreak? Oh no, I thought I brought that back in a previous mission. So now China's CH-35 has us beat in terms of technology yet again?" asked Bond.

"No, it's not that. The Coldbreak is now in the hands of Phoenix Wing. Phoenix Wing claims to be an apolitical group of extremists planning

to unleash a New World Order. But they don't intend to do it all at once. They have a highly convoluted plan that honestly-doesn't make much sense.

They stole the Coldbreak from RAF Rudlow Manner, just as they have stolen countless other dangerous weapons and drones under the guise of cleaning up

nuclear power plants and old run down MI6 and SMERSH facilities for alleged environmental purposes. They're empowering the Coldbreak and other weapons with these integrated platinum coated microchips that supposedly can incode consciousness into machines. They're trying to transform the Coldbreak into an all powerful AI that will self replicate. Once seven billion Coldbreak drones have been rapidly created through what I can only describe as a worker drone's revolution they will all answer to a single cohesive unit, the giant Coldbreak,

the very first prototype ever created that was stolen. The giant Coldbreak will have the same access to the combined intelligentsia of every nation

on Earth, making what SPECTRE hoped to achieve look like a Fischer Price Mission Impossible playset" explained Q.

"What?" asked Bond.

"Phoenix Wing, my father was always wary of them. It is run by a man named Zorin, Max Zorin" explained Swann.

"She knows everything, doesn't she?" said Q.

"Not as much as Mathilde knows" replied Swann, nuzzling her nose against her daughter's cheek.

"Mathilde-knows things? Everything?" asked Q.

"Damn near, who knows what secrets she unearthed when she was wandering Safin's lair unattended." replied Bond.

"Oh dear, zat is a good point Bund," said Swann.

"I think Mathillde knows more than she's letting on. Who are you working for?" Bond asked Mathillde as he picked her up,

tickling her.

"Now now, that's enough," said Swann. Just then Swann got a call from M.

"Your boss is calling ME? What zeh hell?" said Swann, answering her phone after opening it up.

"He probably needs some mental therapy from a qualified doctor like you Swann" replied Bond.

"No, not happening. I told him I'm busy helping someone else" said Swann.

"Eyes of MI6 are everywhere," said Q.

"What about Safin and the nano bots? I didn't get the motivations there" said Bond.

"The vials and the nano virus? This was actually only a small part of a bigger plan that Safin had aligned himself with.

If people have nano bots in them then those can be manipulated to produce audible sounds within peoples brains to make them think they hear what they could perceive as

the voices of the gods. This voice to skull program could be used to help people, various institutions, and be beneficial to humanity and all nations. But in the wrong hands it may be dangerous" said Q.

"In the wrong hands? Even hands can be dangerous" said Bond.

"Ahem, that was bloody stupid, Bond. Anyway, Safin learned that some personality types were less susceptible to these things so some of these bots were programmed to kill specific dissidents to the program, which had nothing to do with population control or virus creation, but mind control, nothing more, nothing less.

These people were vehemently opposed to SPECTRE and all it stood for, or so it would have appeared. On that mission you had with Swann where you killed that clone

of Blofeld who escaped from prison? You-you let Max Zorin get away on that mission" said Q.

"Not exactly. I tried to shoot down his blimp and I missed by a billionth of an inch" replied Bond.

"Right, well what Max Zorin appears to be attempting to do is use the DNA replicating AI to create clones of all the previously deceased

SPECTRE agents, some of their best assassins', as freelance organic assassins' are harder to come by these days" explained Q.

"After he creates the clones and all the drones in the world serve one giant Coldbreak unit-then what?" asked Bond.

"According to this file this project was actually started in the 80's. It was originally a way for the CIA to do mass surveillance

but they gave up because they couldn't retrieve enough of the necessary materials from the crashes" said Q.

"The crashes? Of what?" asked Bond.

"You know-the crashes. The flying vehicle crashes. We still don't know what they are, but it happens," said Q.

"Ra-right, it does. It bloody well does" replied Bond.

"Phoenix Wing stole a classified machine that knows where all these crashes and intrusions on nuclear military bases are occurring,"

said Q.

"What is this machine called?" asked Bond.

"The Spectacle, it's called the Spectacle and it looks like a pair of sunshades" replied Q.

"So what is the ultimate goal of all this and why should I care?" asked Bond.

"If you don't put a stop to this you'll never be a free man and you'll wish you had died in that missile strike, that's all I can say for now"

replied Q.

"But what is the end goal?" asked Bond.

"There's a Phoenix Wing scientist by the name of Dr. Julian Penthouse, the only survivor of SPECTRE's assault on Safin's family. He is the twin brother of Safin, looks quite a bit like him," said Q, showing Bond a photo.

"How did Safin not know about him?" asked Bond.

"They were separated and raised clear across the globe from each other at birth. He has labs that contain divisions and subdivisions all throughout

Europe and Central Asia. The four board members who are under his bribery and control always seem to vote no on every single peaceful resolution offered to him, hence some people call the man Doctor No, but I personally find that ridiculous. He works for a large company that is nothing more than an umbrella org for Phoenix Wing. Long story short he wants to block out all sunlight entirely from the Earth, but he has his reasons it's so that something the organization wants to do will temporarily strike apocalyptic fear into the hearts of all those on Earth" said Q.

"Well, that was more than enough information. Swann and I will take a rest in the underground bedroom and be back in time for lunch and gadgets"

said Bond.