#007resurrection

Andrew sat on a pew with his hands clasped in front of him. His cane rested across his lap, his forearms resting on top of it. He opened his hands to see the steel cartridge in them. Andrew had carried at around since he was targeted in the Steel Cartridge operation. Why did they kill Monique and let him live? That was something he had never found out, but he knew that he wanted to. He gently sighed as he heard footsteps crunching on the gravel outside.

Marjorie knocked on James' office door a little rougher than usual, gasping as a woman left, looking a little flustered. "James.." She growled, stepping inside. "You know the rules, no sex or whatever you did to her in the bloody office." Setting papers on his desk, she glared at him, picking up his papers that were supposed to be done. "James! Why isn't any of this done?" An incredulous look from the blonde meant that he was close to getting her heel up his ass. "This needs to be done now."

"Anyway, my name is Olive Potts and it's a pleasure to meet you Mister Bond. I'm here with some documents from Tony Stark. I don't know what it is and why this is here but I need to wait until you sign this or not."

She tried to stay behind enough for him not to notice her following him on the streets of London. She also wanted to see if he was as good of an agent as they say he is, wanting him to notice someone tracking his trail. 

"007."