Epilogue- Rest and Relaxation
The next morning, the elevator door shifted suddenly, as Bond stepped into the familiar corridor that led to M's office. Hastily entering the reception area to M's office, he greeted Moneypenny with a rose.
"James!" Moneypenny exclaimed with a breathless sigh. of excitement. "How sweet," the middle-aged buxom brunette pronounced with a smile.
"More and more beautiful with each passing day" Bond uttered charmingly.
"You better go in," the secretary informed with a flirtatious smile.
Wasting no time, Bond passed through the two doors into M's office and, as usual, found M behind her elaborate oak desk working.
"Congratulations, Bond," she smiled up at him, in a rare moment of compassion. "The Russian's recovered the warheads and you're going to be rewarded for your valor.
Bond stepped forward, taking a seat in one of two visitor's chairs in front of M's desk. "I do thank you M," Bond pronounced, "but it's not all good news. The girl, Roza Somovich, Armonov killed her."
"Oh come off it Bond," M returned to her usual shrewdness. "You just prevented a war and possibly the deaths of millions. Must all of your missions be tainted by the casualties of this profession?"
"I am sorry M," Bond apologized, realizing that he was being unprofessional.
"Oh, if it means that much to you, you can take a short leave," M offered, as her stern glare met Bond's boyish stare. "Go to Jamaica and get drunk for all I care. Drown your sorrows, just be ready for your next mission by the end of a week."
"Understood. Thank you ma'am," Bond said with a playful smile. He turned, and with that, he exited the office.
The End… James Bond Will Return.