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cockitupTrinidad.
A place Bond rather liked, actually. Beautiful beaches, beautiful women, and he spoke Spanish well enough to take advantage of both. As a plus, there was also a very small likelihood of having to navigate a frozen wasteland; his memories of Russia were never good ones outside of the bedroom. His memories of Trinidad, however, were quickly getting colored by the annoyance of this mission.
Bond's done his share of escort missions, but they've almost exclusively been with women he's run across that he's helping in some way. It's not difficult to be patient with them. More than that, he elected to take them along. Q's presence here... is a different story. Mandated from on high (on high being Mallory, a designation Bond hasn't quite shifted over to just M yet-- he hasn't proven himself enough) and passed down through Q himself, who to his credit seems none happier than Bond about circumstances.
He's had to ditch his aviator sunglasses with some regret in order to return fire cleanly. His light linen shirt, very casual, is getting dirty from all the sand both from ricochet bullets and from having to hit the ground a time or two. Their current sand dune is high and covered with reeds, which makes it great cover for shooting at men on a boat anchored near the stunning Caribbean shoreline.
They're trying to take off, but won't get far. Bond's made sure to hit the engine a time or two, deliberately not where it would explode but thoroughly ruining the gears.
Q, of course, is being a nuisance of a dead weight on this whole thing. A noncombatant he has to protect with no reward at the end to sweeten the deal. Bond shifts a sardonic glance to where he's huddled with his bag of tech beside the dune with him.
"If I'd known you'd attract this much attention, Q, I'd have taken you out ages ago," he drawls.
He needs Q to retrieve the information they need, something they were too smart to set up with any access to the internet. Intranet servers only. That doesn't mean Bond has to be nice about it.
A place Bond rather liked, actually. Beautiful beaches, beautiful women, and he spoke Spanish well enough to take advantage of both. As a plus, there was also a very small likelihood of having to navigate a frozen wasteland; his memories of Russia were never good ones outside of the bedroom. His memories of Trinidad, however, were quickly getting colored by the annoyance of this mission.
Bond's done his share of escort missions, but they've almost exclusively been with women he's run across that he's helping in some way. It's not difficult to be patient with them. More than that, he elected to take them along. Q's presence here... is a different story. Mandated from on high (on high being Mallory, a designation Bond hasn't quite shifted over to just M yet-- he hasn't proven himself enough) and passed down through Q himself, who to his credit seems none happier than Bond about circumstances.
He's had to ditch his aviator sunglasses with some regret in order to return fire cleanly. His light linen shirt, very casual, is getting dirty from all the sand both from ricochet bullets and from having to hit the ground a time or two. Their current sand dune is high and covered with reeds, which makes it great cover for shooting at men on a boat anchored near the stunning Caribbean shoreline.
They're trying to take off, but won't get far. Bond's made sure to hit the engine a time or two, deliberately not where it would explode but thoroughly ruining the gears.
Q, of course, is being a nuisance of a dead weight on this whole thing. A noncombatant he has to protect with no reward at the end to sweeten the deal. Bond shifts a sardonic glance to where he's huddled with his bag of tech beside the dune with him.
"If I'd known you'd attract this much attention, Q, I'd have taken you out ages ago," he drawls.
He needs Q to retrieve the information they need, something they were too smart to set up with any access to the internet. Intranet servers only. That doesn't mean Bond has to be nice about it.
