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@britishintelligence-blog1
iamkarenpage:
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"I’ve seen men like you carry guns before. All in all, most of the time it amounts just to one thing: death. Still, everyone has their reasons. What’s yours?“
“Protection. Pure and simple. But you’re not wrong, I have a very active relationship with death. Comes with the job.”
oncewasbatgirl:
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“Excuse me, but I’m looking for someone named ‘Q.’ Do you know if they are here?”
“I’m afraid he’s out of the country, he’s fishing out some ‘equipment’ I crashed into the ocean during my last mission.”
titansstar:
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"You’re not with Waller, are you? She seems keen often times to associate herself with those that have guns and other such weaponry and expertise pertaining to them.“
“With her? No. That bloody woman is a bloody headache. Ah yes, I noticed you’ve spotted my Walther PPK. This beautiful little thing has saved my skin more times than I dare to count.”
iamdonnatroy:
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“Nope. I can’t tell you where my ‘sister’ is, but I can assure you if I got a nickle for how many times people have wondered and asked me where she is, I’m pretty sure I’d have the most loveliest home by now.”
“I assure you, if I was looking for Miss Prince I’d find her. But I actually came here to see you.”
feliciaxxhardy:
"Oh, you’re good… and eyes up here, handsome. Glad you like the outfit. Pretty proud of it myself.“
“As you should be. I admire the feline design, both seductive and deadly. A woman after my own heart, if I dare say.”
stillagoodfremen:
The young ghola EYED the unfamiliar substance, warily at first, before he fleetingly threw his Fremen traditions aside for that very moment. He pushed by his ultimate concerns and DARED to pick up the drink, and with one last glance at the people around him, he emulated their roudy natures by planting the beverage down his gullet in one. “It…” He hiccuped quietly. “– is PLEASANT. Like nothing I have tasted before.”
“Take it easy, don’t go too fast with it. Savour it, enjoy it” Bond wasn’t usually a giver of advice, missions and wisecracks were more to his description. But he couldn’t be for Queen and Country everyday, he deserved a day off and to was that day. He wasn’t akin to sharing a drink with a stranger, today was different however, for the first time in too long it was a drink without a motive. There was something very human about this moment.
wondrouswarrior:
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“If you are looking for Col. Trevor I’m afraid he isn’t here right now. I, however, am.”
“It’s not him I’ve come looking for, Miss Prince. Actually I’m glad you’re available, cause it’s you who I seek.”
foreveracroft:
Caught off-guard as the adventurer had only moments before stepped out of her vehicle, she turned and displayed a quizzical expression over her face. Not feeling intuitively that this crossroads was anything warning of an in-the-moment threat, her features softened as a smile warmed upon the spread of her lips and she gave a nod to acknowledge him as her mind attempted to match the appearance of the handsome, seemingly relaxed man and the name to something else she could associate with.
“You’ll have to excuse me, Mr. Bond. I’ve just come back from a long trip and I’ve met a lot of people in recent days. You work for…?”
“The British government, ma’am.” He said finishing her sentence. “I’m afraid I have to ask if you have another trip left in you?”
feliciaxxhardy:
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“You look like you were born to be a man destined to wear suits. Wear them often?”
“Only when I’m on the prowl.” A devilish smile forms on Bond’s lips as he studies the mysterious woman. “Was it destiny that shaped you to look so stunning in such an outfit as your own?”
theinfamouscatwoman:
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[Seductively strolls over and whispers in his ear as he’s waiting for the next round of cards to begin.]
“I wouldn’t bet so high against him if I were you.”
[Bond follows the sound of the voice to the source and but holds his focus on the cards.]
“The advice is most appreciated, and to whom do I owe such generous information?”
missionxpossible:
“Right on you are with who I am. Also, right on with my purpose to be here. Mr. Bond, correct? James Bond? You have quite the reputation. I believe we have an acquaintance in common too. Felix Leiter? Honor and a sincere pleasure to finally meet you.”
“I hope that old Yank didn’t give away too many of my trade secrets. Hate to have to kill the only bloody friend I’ve got left. Now, what is it you’ve come to talk about?”
maryjanewatsxn:
Returning an inviting and friendly gaze, lips reddened with her vibrant, signature red lipstick of her own personal favorite brand, she approached him closer with her steps and shrugged innocently. “I know a thing or two about fashion. Charming one, aren’t you?”
“The old habit dies hard. But the truth of the matter is I’m a sucker for all things red.”
winkandawisecrack:
“Don’t believe everythin’ you hear, mate. Sure I’m not the nicest bloke you’ll ever meet…” He shrugged his shoulders. “– - but I do me best.” The Brit concluded, sporting a devilish smirk that said it all. “So, Mr. Bond…” He began mockingly, shovelling his hands into his trouser pockets. “– - what, exactly, is this line of work, of yours, where you’ve been hearin’ ‘bout little old me?”
Bond emulated the same devilish smirk glaring at him. “Well if I was to tell you that...” For effect and the habit of being over dramatic he lit a cigarette and took a drag. “...I’d have to kill you.”
stillagoodfremen:
With a shake of his head, Leto silently admitted the fact that he’d never tasted vodka, let alone a vodka martini. It seemed so trivial, to some, but to the young ghola, he like a child on Christmas morning. It was just lucky for him that his thick desert blood made him more than ready to divulge in any kind of alcoholic beverage with ease. “Th… thank you.”
He took a reasonable sip of the cocktail, picking apart each minute detail of flavour that hit his senses. Bond was just like one of those snobby connoisseurs of the finer things in life, the only difference was he killed people for a living. “How’s your drink, lad?.”
maryjanewatsxn:
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“Nice suit,” Mary Jane complimented as she eyed up and down the fashionable display before her with a clutch in one hand and a drink in another. “Armani?”
“Good eye.” Bond glances over to greet the voice and is instantly charmed by what he sees. “Dare I say too good eyes.” His face forms a seductive smile.
missionxpossible:
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“So, you must be the man MI-6 said I should meet with.”
“Ethan Hunt I presume, senior field agent of the IMF. My superior told me I’d likely be running into you sooner than later. I take it you’re here to talk shop?”
winkandawisecrack:
“What can I say? I’m a popular bloke… you got a name to go with that sparklin’ personality of yours then, mate?”
“The name’s Bond, James Bond.” He stopped and pulled out his black leather cigarette case, took one and lit it. “But yes, very popular indeed. Your name causes a few echoes in my line of work. Though today was as good as any to meet.”