Jake Mullen liked to wake up peacefully, with lots of time to wake up and become aware of his surroundings. That's why he was still in bed, even though his eyes were open and his body was moving, but his brain wasn't awake. He climbed out of bed slowly, the covers sliding off, revealing his bare, slightly muscular torso, with several fragmentation scars that no ordinary fourteen-year-old should have. He got out of bed, checking that his Glock 17 was still on his table, loaded with seventeen 9mm rounds if, as Jake puts it; "the shizzle hits the beeswax".
He knew that M wanted to see him today, something about meeting another 00 and a mission. The latter he was pleased by, as after Miami, Jake desperately wanted to get back in action. However he didn't like the thought of another 00, probably someone who thought that he knew nothing because he's "just a teenager". Tell that to the drugs gangs in Miami.
Jake put on some jeans and his Liverpool FC shirt, the only thing he had of his life before MI5 and now the 00 branch of MI6. He picked up his Glock, sliding it into his secret inside pocket. Just because it was his only reminder he was normal doesn't mean he can't have some fun with it. He grabbed his trademark battered leather jacket off the coat hanger, and stepped outside into the crisp autumn morning. He ran a hand through his nearly crew-cut brown hair as he walked to the train station.
(Bond POV)
James walked through the main entrance to the MI6 building. Whilst the grandiose scale of the place impressed many veteran intelligence officers, Bond found it dull. But he had been playing this game longer than most people in this room had been alive. Nearing fifty, he should have retired from the 00's and taken a desk job many years ago. But Bond hated desk jobs more than anything, and he was still as good as anyone, so he carried on. He took the elevator up to the sixth floor, where M's office was. He walked briskly out and walked over to Eve. Eve Moneypenny was tall, elegant and had enough charm for both her and her fiancé. James grins, a real grin, a rare occasion as he is glad to see his friend again. "James." She greets him with a flirty tone; despite he's around twice her age and the engagement ring on her index finger.
"Eve, good to see you, how's Michael?" Bond replies, unusually cheery.
"Good, finally got a date. Next Valentine's" She answers with pride and love in her voice.
"Romantic. Anyway, apparently M wants to see me. Is he in his office?" Bond changes his expression and the subject.
"He's right inside, talking to a teen?" Eve sounds confused.
"I'm sure it's for a reason." Bond says as he knocks on the door to M's office.
"Come in." comes his reply from inside. Bond opens the door and steps inside. He see's M, a confident half-smile on his face, his feet resting on his solid oak desk, sitting on a leather recliner. In one of the other seats sits a boy, probably around sixteen, muscular, good looking, with a near crew cut and storm-cloud grey eyes. He's wearing a worn-out leather jacket, jeans and a Liverpool FC shirt. He nods a silent greeting to Bond as M welcomes him. "Ah 007, good to see you. Take a seat, I'd like to introduce you to your new partner."