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For movie or TV muses, what is your muse’s favorite scene? Why? Can you show a screenshot?
Was it right to say he was jealous?
For numerous reasons, Q would never be a tried field agent. Not for lack of attempt on his own part, much of it stemmed from select overheads refusing him the chance. He was known to be soft of heart and too often expressed his opinions of the actions he would need to carry out. He wasn’t weak or of flimsy will by any means - in fact, the opposite.
Entirely too often he had proven capable of finding loopholes, straying from the task at hand and figuring a way to reduce damage to innocent bystanders, even if it meant costing the success of a mission. This was not what the organisation wanted in a field agent. His mind was too valuable and his adeption at handling security systems and corporate clean up was much better suited to being placed behind a desk, directing action and finagling tools for the operatives to use. A modern MacGuyver, if you will. All of this on top of certain health concerns that put him far too much at risk, as well as risked the safety of anyone who might work beside him in certain circumstances. Keep him close, keep him home.
Too many of the field agents he had worked with had made it clear they were doing a job and thought of their missions - eliminate so-and-so, remove such object from the public eye, clear away a certain source of trouble. Even the language they used made everything impersonal.
“ It always makes me feel a litle melancholy, grand ol’ warship being ignaminiously hauled away for scrap. The inevitability of time, don’t you think? What do you see? ”
And then there was 007. His approach with every new agent he worked with played out unlike this one. His attempts at bringing in a human touch by preceeding an assignment with an attempt at conversation, be it the history of a meeting place’s significance in the grand scheme of the human story, the styling influences behind the intercomm music, or in this case: theory and impressions of a piece of art.
“ A bloody big ship. ”
Naturally. Of course the agent would attempt to walk away - His approach was unconventional, and a human touch to something that was, quite literally, just a job.
“ Double-o Seven. I’m your new Quartermaster. ”
What proceeded from there, however, was entirely different from anything Danny had ever experienced working with the agents. An annoyed huff, and this? Snark. Banter was traded without hesitations, minor insults and a clear groundwork for how their professional relationship would be playing out over the next stretch of time. Would it be a few weeks or less? Or years to come? This might be one agent that actually provides something personal to his work.
007 was human. Perhaps he might even try to learn the man’s name, in time. Surprised? Yes. Pleased? Time would tell.
