Black Diamond
M swirled the scotch in his glass and savoured the smell of a bouquet aged for half a century. As the liquid touched his lips and then burned his throat the head of MI-6 relaxed in his leather bound office chair. A pager buzzed at his hip.
"Damn," cursed the burly Brit.
The nightcap was regrettably placed on the desk as M checked the text.
Blocks of ice clinked quietly in glass, filling the silence.
"Double damn," whispered the old man. "Dispatch... Who do we have that we can send out immediately?"
After reading the tiny grey lettering scrolling across the pager M had reached immediately for the phone.
The scotch that reamained in the glass vanished while M awaited a response. He considered pouring another glass but quickly decided against such a notion.
"What do you mean nobody? Talk sense man!" M grumbled at the brown suit at the other end of the line. "Roads? Smith? Golds? Every agent is on assignment?"
There was a moment of chatter and M's eyes narrowed.
"What about Bond?"
James had been a touch reckless on his last mission and the Russian President had needed some swift words and a lavash gift before things been the two countries could be smoothed over again. That had been a week ago and still 007 had yet to check back in.
"Forget that... If his ear piece is anywhere near him I want to hear exactly what he's hearing..."
"Oh James, it is beautiful."
"Yes, beautiful and incredibly expensive," suave, debonaire super spy James Bond replied to the dark haired beauty about whose neck he had just adorned a piece of jewellery, a rainbow of the finest rubies, emeralds and black opals.
"Sounds like me entirely," the young girl purred, flashing James a lusty look with her sky blue eyes.
There was a pop as a bottle of golden bubbly was releved of its cork.
"We have hours before dinner, do you have any ideas of how we could pass the time?"
"I may have a few ideas," the girl replied.
The girl's dress fell away as James' nimble fingers made short work of the zip.
"Let us start at the top of your list and work our way down then shall we..."
"Oh James..."
"So do we have any idea where the hell he is?" M barked.
There was another moment while the bean cruncher gave all the technicals.
"Right then... I want him in my office at 800 sharp.
There was more explanation... More pointless detail...
"I don't care how you do it or what it costs! Just get Bond in my office by tomorrow morning at the latest..."
As the phone was replaced with a click M sought the bottle and refilled. The second glass disappeared far faster than the first.
M pushed a single digit on the phone and was put straight through to the PM.
"Yes sir..." "We believe Sweden..." "We have our best agent on the job already sir..."
It was going to be a long night...
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