James was back at MI6's waiting room, again. A tall thin browned haired said to him "M would like to see you." James walked past the ladies desk and into M's office. James knocked . "Ah Mr. Bond" M stood up to shake his hand "take a seat" she said pointing to the chair. "Are you any good at poker?" M asked James. "A little" James answered. "I am suggesting that you start knowing soon." M suggested placing the manila folder in James's hand . The words on the folder spelled Casino Royal in neat sharpie. "Voslivk is the casino owner" M explained taking the seat at her desk. "he has over two billon pounds and decided to set up a little casino in India. We believe that he is one of the heads of MESSA, the most notorious terriost group in the world. M got up from her seat and gave James a small package and also a picture . "In honor of your twenty sixth birthday and here is a picture of Voslivk. Your flight leaves tomorrow at ten" M explained giving James the stuff. "Good luck" M wished as James filed out the door and going back home.