Back in London, Bond is being debriefed on his mission to assassinate the Neo-Nazis at Dallas, Texas, with M looking at him sternly.
''You know I despise it when my agents almost cause international incidents, 007.'' M said, clearly expressing his distaste for Bond's repeated disobedience of his orders.
''So I killed a few pro-Trump people and a Neo-Nazi.'' Bond replied. ''What difference does it make?''
''Your little rampage in Texas is on the news, 007.'' M said exasperatedly. ''Fox News has been droning us, and the Queen, with questions about it. I hate it when the press drones us with questions about our operations.''
''So what would you suggest I do?'' Bond asked M, expecting another round of scoldings from his superior.
''I suggest that you be very careful with your operational parameters, 007.'' M said. ''One more incident like that and I'll revoke your 00 status.''
''I'll be sure to remember that.'' Bond replied, looking at M squarely in the eye.
''That will be all, 007.'' M said calmly.
With the debriefing finished, Bond leaves M's office.
Meanwhile, at a ranch in Nashville, Tennessee, McCall enters the ranch and walks downstairs to an underground laboratory, where scientists are developing bioweapons on McCall's orders.
''How's the Ebola gas coming?'' McCall asked.
''It's still in the experimental phase, Mr. McCall.'' A scientist said. ''But it's exceeding expectations to a marvellous degree. Three mice and a cockatiel.''
''Excellent.'' McCall replied, clearly satisfied with the results.
''How soon can you have it ready for mass production? '' He asked him. ''I have a deadline to meet. I need to deliver these babies to the Cameroonian military next month.''
''Next week, sir.'' The scientist replied. ''All tasks at hand have been cleared.''
''Good job.'' McCall said, elated at the success of the development of the Ebola gas.
At the same time, Rementon, having survived the loss of half his scalp at Dallas, arrives at the laboratory, running into McCall.
''Good to see you, Charles.'' Rementon said.
''I'm glad to see that you're still alive.'' McCall replied. ''I'm sorry about Jim.''
''We'll avenge him.'' Rementon said, his mind clearly fixated on revenge against Bond.
''Yes, my friend.'' McCall replied, trying to ease his comrade's mind. ''We will kill that son of a bitch who murdered Jim.''
''I never trusted those Brits.'' Rementon said.
''And you're just in time to witness our Magnum Opus.'' McCall continued, showing Rementon the Ebola gas.
Rementon bears witness as the Ebola gas gets released at a containment cell in the laboratory, quickly causing the animals in the cell to suffocate, the usual effects of the Ebola virus becoming apparent as they die agonizing deaths, the gas accelerating the effects at a much faster pace.
''It's beautiful.'' Rementon said, clearly impressed with the Ebola gas.
''With this, we'll rid our country of all illegal immigrants.'' McCall said, explaining his plan in detail.
''The Ebola gas will be enough to secure our border with Mexico. Once all those insects are gone, America and President Trump will be unstoppable. No one will touch us, not even the UN, NATO, the ICC and Antifa.''
''I like this plan.'' Rementon replied, and gave McCall a Nazi salute before leaving the laboratory.
