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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

MI6 shifts its sights to new, yet related, targets.

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Q and Bond begin to set the chess pieces on the board.

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Bond returns home and encounters the subtle aftermath of the attack in London.

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Sunday Six

Each Sunday, post six sentences from a writing project — published, submitted, in progress, for your cat — whatever.

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“The techs backtracked the signal all day yesterday, and just located the source address last night. As you heard when you came in here, Ross is preparing to raid the flat and locate the two occupants and determine whether if they were either involved or framed bystanders in the attack two nights ago, both at the casino and here in London,” Q said grimly, brow furrowing as he studied a typed notation on the side of the form.

“Is there a way you can figure out if they were actually here?” Bond asked, resolutely ignoring the small ball of ice in his stomach. 

“I’d need the hacker’s code first, see if there are resonating echoes in our systems. Which means that first, our security needs to be triple-checked before we introduce something new on an isolated server,” Q said, leaning back slightly to look up at Bond. “Do the names of Cornelius and Annaliese Tschoepe mean anything to you?” he asked, stiffening in place to maintain his balance when Bond shrugged his right shoulder without thinking.

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From the soon-to-be released Chapter 3 of Thicker than Blood.

(fingers crossed for May 24th release date :) )

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Sunday Six

Each Sunday, post six sentences from a writing project — published, submitted, in progress, for your cat — whatever.

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For a moment, Bond couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, as he slowly stepped away from the man before him--you are dead, I was at your funeral, I mourned for you--somehow managing to keep the barrel of the Walther trained on the spot between the man’s eyes as he vaguely heard an approaching car engine--the Audi--somewhere behind him. He opened his mouth to speak, but found no words, just the gaping ache in his heart as old grief slammed full-force into his chest, stealing back what little breath he had just gained back.

“James--” the man began, but Bond cut him off by pulling the hammer back on the Walther, his finger never leaving its resting place on the trigger.

“Don’t...fucking...talk...you have no idea what I...fuck,” Bond snarled, his words leaving him yet again as he abruptly recalled the Audi driver--I know you--and felt his reality shift yet again as he tried to process what he was seeing. Is this another one of the attacker’s games, in addition to taking Q? He shook his head, trying to reconcile that the man standing before him with the same man that Bond thought he knew, the one he used to remember, to love. “You have no fucking idea of what I went through when you died,” he finally hissed, chest constricting as he tried to swallow down the snarl that bubbled in his throat at the sound of light footsteps behind him, the Walther still steady in his hand.

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From Thicker than Blood

The next update (Chapter 3) will be April 19th 2015.  I do apologize about the delay in updates, there were a few real-life matters that needed to be sorted out recently.

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The attack from Casino Royale reaches a second front back in London.

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After a routine assassination turns deadly, Bond soon finds himself as the target.

Even though the gunsights aren’t trained on his back

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New fic! :)

Apologies about the delay with this one, AO3 was (and still is) acting a bit weird after the overhaul.

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Sunday Six

Each Sunday, post six seven sentences from a writing project — published, submitted, in progress, for your cat — whatever.

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“Bond, the escaped guard is all yours, double-oh nine is now out of commission...something about a sneaky right hook to her solar plexus--she’s all right, the medics say she’s just stunned,” R said, voice crackling over the link as Bond turned to the left and caught sight of the man just as the other disappeared around the corner. “And Bond...please do remember that this man is our only link to Q’s captors, and M wants him alive for interrogation back at headquarters,” he added even as Bond started running in the same direction as the former guard.

“No promises,” Bond replied, managing to dart across the street to reach the side-street that the man had taken, catching a glimpse of a dark jacket as it fluttered around the corner--he saw me. “Any word from either Q or Lee?” he asked, breaking into a full run when he finally got a good look at the other man’s form and stride; the guard may have held a low rank in the overall organization, if the lack of insignia was anything to go by, but Bond recognized military training when he saw it.

“Q is still missing, and double-oh one is unknown; no one has heard anything from him but static in the last six minutes, so proceed with caution,” R said, tapping something on his end as Bond approached a side-street near a parking garage; he could see the figure slowing down enough to slip past the guard rail that crossed the drive.

A sudden roar of an engine filled Bond’s ears. “Damn!” he swore as he impulsively jumped and rolled over the hood of a dark blue car that suddenly appeared in an alley entrance and stuck out into the road, a dull shock of recognition coursing though his system when he caught a brief glimpse of the driver through the windshield--you, I know you.

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From Thicker than Blood

March 20th, 2015