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Sorry I’m late, Mi6-cafe lovelies…damned work and family…
From my Occult October Challenge piece… First chapter is going up tonight!
“So, in essence,” Bond says, swirling his wine in his glass. “You take responsibility for our well-being, both when we’re abroad and at the home base.”
“Yes, well,” he stammers, adjusting his glasses. “You cannot do your job if you aren’t kept safe and able to concentrate on—”
“—Q, I’m not teasing. I’m quite appreciative, considering that I’m currently benefiting from, shall we say your willingness to make house calls. Just… for all your efforts, you cannot protect us from everything. You shouldn’t try to bear that. Especially when our…adversary, if you will… may not even be mortal.”
Q blinks, awkwardly.
“I dearly hope, Q, that your program turns something up. But you can’t deny that I saw something last night you didn’t. Your tech isn’t going to be able to solve that mystery.”
Q inwardly rails against the idea. Of course his tech will find it, whatever it is. He does not believe in the supernatural, and nothing he knows of Bond would suggest he would either.
“‘Once you’ve have eliminated the impossible —’” Bond continues.
“—Give me a bit more time to eliminate the impossible, won’t you Bond, before accepting any improbable ‘truths’? I’ve barely been at it a day.”
Bond nods his acquiescence, sipping his wine again.