Don't Cock It Up

Sir Gareth Mallory. Current patriarch of the MI6, inherited from the late Dame Olivia Mansfield. Forty-nine, ex-Army, former Lieutenant Colonel in the SAS, divorced, former head of intelligence at MI5.

[nastya-starodub]

[valhkyrie-archive-blog]

To hell with dignity. I’ll leave when the job’s done.

[iwasbickle-deactivated20160411]

[monroe-revolution]

[airows]

[aclashofcaps]

[airows]

[thesorrowsofgin]

Martini.

[mr-mallory-blog]

re: Agent 007

[forqueenandcountry007]

“It may be boring and repetitive. But it’s far better than being treated like a slave. If half of Q branch has filed reports on me don’t you think it’s a bad idea that you send me down there?” 

Bond paced back and forth in the small space in front of M.One hand on his hip, the other running over his tired face. He was fighting a losing battle. He could feel it deep down. But Bond being bond meant that he would never go down without a fight.

“Are you absolutely sure that there is nothing else? Do you really hate me that much that you’d make me suffer so?”

[mr-mallory-blog]

"Are you scared, Bond?" Mallory was being provocative on purpose, gauging his agent in front of him. Teasing, testing, it was nearly the same thing, and even though M kept a small smile on his face he tried very hard to convey through his relaxed posture that he wasn't being too aggressiv with Bond, merely playing at punishment. 

"I'm sure you'll find a way to entertain yourself." He shrugged. 

"If you have any more concerns you may direct them to your Quartermaster, as he will be overseeing you while you spend your time down in his Branch."

[suavedandy]

[d3nimzo]

[shihlun]

J. M. W. Turner, Reflections in a Single Polished Metal Globe and in a Pair of Polished Metal Globes, circa 1810

[schizo-memo-deactivated20111212]

[thetieguy]

[mr-mallory-blog]

re: Agent 007

[forqueenandcountry007]

Bond really could not believe what M was suggesting to him. All in all what it boiled down to was Bond being Q branches personal slave. And right now he wanted none of it.

“Coffee?….forms? I’m sorry, sir. But are you mad?” James stood up and crossed the room to stand in front of M by the couch. ” Are you seriously suggesting that I be their personal whipping boy? They will have me doing all of the rubbish that they don’t want to do. I am an agent. A trained killer. I’m not Q’s coffee boy” The agent clearly wasn’t happy. And on some level it was to be understood. Bond was a man with pride and an ego to boot. To be reduced to such tasks was almost beyond him. It forced him to face normality. “Can’t you just chain me to a bloody desk and make me do paperwork instead? I’d rather not see their smug faces when they find out they have a double-oh as a pet”  

[mr-mallory-blog]

It was incredibly difficult for M to halt the grin before it hit his face, but he managed to contain himself. Lifting an arm over the seat of the couch he watched Bond get upset over a week long internship. The director had to remember that it would be unseemly to giggle in this situation.

"Paperwork is boring, repetitive, tedious and altogether a more frustrating experience. This way at least you'll be doing something worthwhile. I figure with your knowledge and assets you'll be a unique position to help out."

Allowing himself a small smile he shrugged once.

"Unless you'd prefer cleaning bedpans and sterilizing needles, I think you should take the week in Q Branch."

[aclashofcaps]

[mr-mallory-blog]

re: Agent 007

[forqueenandcountry007]

“I never thought you would be one to stray from the book at all. I guess one learns something new every day.”

Bond’s hand rested upon the desk. Fingers drumming a steady rhythm upon the mahogany surface. He was slowly coming to realise that this little issue was not going to go away like previous issues had. His fingers ceased their drumming upon the table when he caught sight of M’s tired look at him. Instead taking to playing with his cuff links. It was silent and it kept him busy. At least part of him. “And when do you propose we start this, Sir?” he says. Finally breaking the short silence that had built up between them.

[mr-mallory-blog]

M smiled slightly, shrugged his shoulders, sat up. He took a deep breath and tilted his head up, watching the agent still. 

"As long as one keeps their mind open, that's usually what happens." 

He shifted again, standing up and buttoning his coat. He took the file and began to leaf through it, walking over to the other side of his office. Sitting down wearily at his couch he nodded, mostly to himself.

"Let's get you down there doing some good. I want you to go down to Q-branch and help out." he smiled "Coffee, spare parts, forms, filing, whatever they need, mister Bond, I believe you should be on hand. This won't count as your rest period, you'll be compensated for your work, but you will be required to give a one-sheet after each day."

M raised an eyebrow, almost daring his agent to say something arrogant. If he so much as hinted at something being a waste of his time, if he was too good for this, well. M had a plan for that.

"Glorified community service. What's good for the goose is good for the gander."

[ralphfiennes-only]