James Bond was not new to complications on missions. Things rarely went according to plan when he was involved, but this was something entirely different. Fatherhood was not something that he had ever considered, his job was not ideal for family stability. He'd never even had a relationship that had lasted long enough for these ideas to come up in conversation. So as he looked down at the tiny infant wrapped in pink he was truly at a lose. Then it began to cry. "Q, help me out here."
"Is there any sign of the child's parents?" Q was trying to keep his voice calm and reassuring as he could hear a slight edge of panic in his agent.
Bond took a quick look around the room only to find the body of a young woman in the closet. "I believe they are out of the picture."
"Well, you could start by picking the child up."
"You have got to be kidding." Q had to stifle a laugh at the agents tone.
"With no parents available you are the best option. The local authorities are currently spread thin rounding up the traffickers that took to the woods. You can't just leave the child there." Q's fingers were flying across his keyboard pulling up all kinds of information on the screen in front of him, "There is a government-run orphanage in Sumy, about two and a half hours north of you. Just take the child there and I will have an extraction team waiting for you. Are there any supplies there?"
"There is a bag here with a few diapers and bottles on the floor next to the crate." Bond reached into the crate to gently lift the child into his arms.
"You may want to change the child and feed it before you head out, unless you like listen to the crying." Q can't help but smile at the thought of the indomitable 007 changing a diaper. "Perhaps we can figure an approximate age as well."
"Right, " Bond gently lays one of the blankets on the floor and places the child on it while kneeling, Carefully peeling back the layers of blanket the infant is wrapped in to get to the child herself. "Female, about 56 centimeters in length, and five kilograms in weight." Bond marveled at the small life beneath his fingers as he redressed her and placed a bottle in her mouth, a look of calm and trust on her face. He had a sudden realization that this child was now completely dependent on him, if only temporarily. The feeling nearly floored the agent, and he could not help but smile.
"Going by those facts I'd say she is about three months old. It would seem our friends there were branching out into black market baby sales." A sick feeling filled the agent's stomach at the thought, "Now I hope your car is still in a drivable condition 007?" Q was not sure he really wanted to know the answer to this, knowing his agents track record with MI6 equipment.
"It's a little scratched, but it still runs well." Bond decided to leave out the bullet holes and shattered windows from this report.
"Well unless there is a proper infant car seat lying around you will have to cushion her snuggly in the crate and secure it in the back seat and for God's sake Bond, don't speed."
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"007 why is there a charge on your MI6 account for an infant car seat? I thought you dropped the child off at the orphanage already?" It had been three hours since Bond had left the house in Olepiry and he was quickly approaching the rendezvous point for the extraction team.
"I wouldn't leave a feral dog at that place, let alone a child. I thought Monique should have a proper seat before getting on a plane." Bond replied calmly, daring his quartermaster to try to argue with him.
Q was taken by surprise by the sudden gentleness of his agent; he didn't question the name though. Q knew from 007's file that it was Bond's mother's name. Q couldn't help but feel a swelling of pride in the man, as well as a sudden attraction that Q had felt before, although he would never have admitted to that to anyone. "So let me make sure I understand this. You are removing this child from the country of her birth by unauthorized military extraction, to be brought to Britain because of a lack of amenities."
"I'm glad to know we are on the same page on this Q." Bond took a firm hold of the car seat's handle; diaper bag slung across his chest, and ran to the plane waiting for him on the little used private airstrip.