« And how the hell did you find out where I lived? »

« The same way I found out your name. I thought "M" was randomly assigned. I had no idea it stood for... »

« Utter one more syllable and I'll have you killed. »

Well. That went well, Bond thought as he left M's flat, after being thoroughly reminded that his new position wasn't supposed to bring on shame and hate to MI6. He pulled out the keys to his car, toying with them in the lift, before walking out onto the street. How the hell did you find out where I lived... Well, it was easy enough when you had the abilities to understand technology like Bond did. Smirking to himself, he walked out of the lift and out into the rain. He pressed his fingers against the key, knowing the car would answer immediatly to the touch, and the door opened. This time, it was an Aston Martin DBS V12. A magnificent car, but even better when you knew what it could do. Bond had felt a little quirk in his heart when he remembered the times where he'd been driving an Aston Martin DB5 around, but times had changed, and so had he.

He'd finally gotten the clearance, being upgraded to double-oh was always the tricky thing, but now he didn't have to pretend anymore. Playing with fire was funnier, and now that he'd gotten what his lifelong goal had been, it was time to begin with the newer missions. His first one ending in the magnificent mess he'd created by blowing up an embassy. But still, it had been rather fun, getting to test this body on the field, like it should be.

He liked the blonde hair, too. Like usual, he'd kept his blue eyes, but thought it would've been better to change the hair, least people would start getting suspicious. Everybody thought that James Bond was just an assigned field name, like Q or M were. Some of the younger recruits even trained under the impression that they'd be the next James Bond, but that was never going to happen. It was a miracle that nobody had figured out the truth, yet. Some had been close, incredibly close, but all of them had died.

Anyways.

« Because these bastards want your head. And I'm seriously considering feeding you to them... And Bond... don't ever break into my house again. »

No, he wouldn't. It had been a fun prank, but a necessary one. Having to get a face to face with M outside of MI6's buildings was always necessary when he came home from his first mission. It was one sort of tradition he liked to keep going everytime he changed face. Besides, he had to get to the Bahamas to find out who that Ellipsis text had been sent to. Easy enough, once he got to enter the coordinates of the Ocean Club into his GPS.

Bond pushed the keys into the ignition, and flipped his seat down to sleeping level, allowing him to slip down to the control room the car was hiding.

Of course it was, it was bigger on the inside.

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