#agent007reporting

He hated being in London. It reminded him too much of Ellis, of the fight, of his lost friends. He hated it so completely that he had found himself in a bar every night of the tour, drinking until he couldn't remember which band he was playing with. Tonight however, it was different. Sephyr Steele was sober and wondering the streets.

He had been reflecting on the actions that had lead him up to touring as a guest with Bands that were not his own, on the reasons he was here in London and not with his friends at some show in Australia or touring the US. It was his fault, and he still didn't want to see Ellis, but his heart ached for his old life. He wanted to go 'home'.

As he ran this through his mind, he brushed shoulders with another man on the street, which puled him from his thoughts. He glanced up to say sorry, instantly struck by what he saw. Himself, or rather someone that looked much like him. He was so shocked, at first he wasn't even sure what to say.

I’ll bite. :3

A double Oh for five months and Felix was beginning to think he was getting the hang of it. M had sent him in, having heard nothing from Bond in well over a week. He was to find him and if dead, wrap up the job. He had managed to slip passed the guards at the doors to the warehouse hide away, killing them from behind and slipping further inside. 

He had climbed over several high stacked boxes, surveying the situation carefully. James' mobile had been tracked to this location, but the other agent was no where in sight. Felix spent the better part of an hour crawling along the boxes in search of him, until he located the man he was looking for. 

Whatever the situation leading up to his capture, Bond was now in a small cell at the back of the building. Felix wondered briefly to himself if the other had meant to be captured, but if that was the case he would have to be more careful. He made his way over, watching the guards very carefully. He waited for his chance, watching as one guard left, and the other began to fall asleep. As he drifted, Felix took his own private bottle of chloroform, damped a cloth and slipped down in front of the guard. He carefully lay the cloth over his face, waiting until he was certain noise would not wake the man and slipped the rag back into his pocket. 

Paperwork. One of the great troubles with her job. If she didn't already have carpal tunnel than she was very certain she soon would have. It seemed as though she had done nothing but sign her name since the day she was promoted to M, but then that couldn't be the case. Even Olivia knew there had been breaks in between. How could their not be with 007 loose in the streets?

She allowed an almost inaudible sigh as she finally convinced her well-trained hand to set the pen down. Her work was nearly complete and she could certainly use a rest. She was getting older after all. Twenty years as M and still she insisted on handling everything that came up. No one could say she wasn't dedicated. 

She had only just closed her eyes for a short break when the intercom on her desk shook her from her relaxation. No rest for the wicked, it seemed. She picked her telephone receiver off of it's base and took in a breath. "Yes Tanner?" 

"007 here to see you, Ma'am. Something about a summons?" 

"Oh yes." She had nearly forgotten her meeting with James today. "It's nearly tea time. Send him in with the tray would you?"

"Yes Ma'am."