" 007 is down "
‘ toby? could you please zoom in on camera … #847F8 for me?’ he asked the man in front of him while cleaning his glasses quickly before taking a closer look at the screen. ‘ it should match up with bonds coordinates if my memory is right. ’ of course his memory was right. q wanted to make sure where bond was before pulling any alarm bells (this had been done in the past one time too many).
his bespectacled eyes were searching the footage thoroughly, half expecting to see 007 running around again, but instead they found a lifeless man. the body was lying in front of a gas station (not the glamorous death suiting for a spy like bond), covered in blood, but unmistakeably bond. ‘ is it him? ’ he asked, breathlessly while putting down his tea on toby’s desk. ‘ i’d say so, sir,’ the answer sounded and q reached for his phone dialling m’s number. his heart was pounding in his throat and he put his glasses beside his tea so he could pinch the bridge of his nose while squeezing his eyes shut, trying to clear his mind before talking to his superior. ‘ this is q, we’ve noted 007′s change of status from alive to -’ he took a deep, shivering breath ‘ to deceased. ’
