Prequel
"Hello, James" a small browned haired women greeted. "Who are you?" James asked. "He is perfect, Kincade!" She smiled at him "You will refre to me as M." she answered him. "What do you want with me? Where are my parents why are you even here?!" James asked M. A small tear filled the corner of his blonde eyelid. M smiled down at him, got down on her knees and said "Your parnets are dead James, I am from an adoption agency. You must come with us James you will be able to see your house eventually." She gave James a hug then got back on to her feet. "Come with me James" she said holding out her arm. And together James and M walked in to the cool air of Scotland and into the rush of London.
James jumped home to home, being in a foster program took a toll on James's life having witnessed births of little boys and girls from deaths of teen and adults. At age eighteen he found himself at the midst of MI5 herself. "Why you must be James Bond?" a grayed haired women asked. "Yes I am" James answered, "I believe M wants to see me?" "My, my how must I have changed then, I do believe that is who you are speaking to" she replied. "Sorry ma'am, no disrespect" James blushed and then said. " And may I ask, but where the hell am I?" M just smiled and replied "You are in the begging start of MI5." "James, come take a walk with me" M commanded. M took James's elbow and together they both strolled out into the intelligence service. James who was pretty bemused on all the gadgets MI5 had (given the fact all he has seen is a taser.)
Who knew waking up early takes a toll on your brain. "Good morning Mr. Bond. I am Dr. Hemingway, M said to expect you." Dr. Hemingway spoke through the loud sounds of guns being fired off. He and James walked side by side through the white marbled room of people in white coats lab. "Ah here we are!" the doctor exclaimed looking up from his clipboard. "Are you sure this is the room, it says Gym on the door?" James questioned the gray haired man. "But here in MI6 our gym is filled with state of the arts technology and medical equipment" the doctor explained. "Lets start with some light exercises" the doctor suggested waving him to a treadmill.
It turned out that "light exercise" is sprinting on a treadmill for at least thirty minutes with wires being attached to you. "Very good Mr. Bond" the doctor complimented. "And now for the truth" the doctor waved him to the next room where there was white marbled floors and a "mirror" a metal table and chairs waited to be occupied. "Who are you?" the doctor asked. "I am James Bond ."James said calmly knowing that M and everyone else was examining. "How old are you" the doctor asked him scribbling down the last answer on the folder?" "That depends, mental age I like to think I am about 22." James answered back raising an eyebrow. "I told he's good" M said walking back to her desk, from the mirror. "Call him back tomorrow, Eve" M demanded.