#silvatheexsecretagent

[thenerdandthedove]

Back from the dead || silva-the-ex-secret-agent

@silva-the-ex-secret-agent

A shot ripped through the air breaking any kind of silence. The gun Silva had brought him still rested perfectly in his hands and his target practice had improved quite fast. But it wasn’t enough no. He still needed to get close to Mallory and play the part of someone being sexually assaulted.

But here he was. Hiding away in a basement with the enemy of MI6 providing him any sort of information they would need. As he lowered the gun he let out a small sigh running a hand through the curled hair as he took a look around.

[quartermastersearlgrey]

Different Day, Different Boss || Silva and Q

@silva-the-ex-secret-agent

With Jim gone, Cris had been feeling aimless.  Jim was the reason he worked for MI6 in the first place but with the network effective gone dark, he had nothing to do but his actual job.  For the government.  To say it was less than ideal would be an understatement.  

It was late one night and his eyes were starting to blur from the code he was working on.  Most of the rest of the branch had gone home but he refused to give up until his project was complete.  Just returning from getting a new cup of tea from the small kitchen area, he was puzzled by the message on his screen, one that had not been there a few minutes prior.  As he read, his confusion turned to fascination and interest.

This job just got a lot more fun.

[ciftnullsept-blog]

Waiting || Septeminal & Silva

Bond wasn't sure how he had gotten here. He remembered being on a mission, a gunshot and then waking up. He didn't seem to be injured. He didn't feel any pain. The room was small. No windows, no 'mirrors' that might have people watching. Just one bloody door that was locked. All his instincts and training told him that this was bad. At least he wasn't tied up. 

He paced the room. None of his possessions were on him, just his clothing. No gun, pens, radio, or anything that could be useful. "Typical." He murmured to himself as he approached the door again, his ear pressing to it. He didn't even hear anything on the other side. Hus gut told him that he wasn't in Turkey anymore, or even if he was it was probably miles from where he had last been.

How long had he been out?

Whatever the case was, he wasn't pleased one bit and all he could do was wait for someone to decide it was time to begin...whatever was to come next. He looked up the the small camera stationed in one corner of the room, opposite the door. He looked at it for a few moments and smirked. He had a feeling someone had to be listening.

"Take your time then. I'm ready whenever you are."

[lxngmayhereign]

silva-ex-secret-agent said:

Don’t worry, he’s in very capable hands ;)

I'm re-negotiating the deal, you can have me instead, give Bond back, I don't need your help with my agents after all...

[shadowcat009]

are you kidding me [AU] // @silva-the-ex-secret-agent

Brooklyn Morgan stalks out of the MI6 headquarters angrily and seriously wanting to tear someone's head off, and why not? No one ever seems to bother to tell her when big life-changing deadly incidents seems to happen to people she cares about, she always ends up having to find out when it's already over. And it was only 3 months, she was only suppose to be in Yemen for three freakin' months and James Bond manages to go and get himself into another mess. And now supposedly the evil mastermind of this tale has managed to get Jimmy's brain turned around so much that he doesn't even know friend from foe. Great, just wonderful, fabulous, exactly the sort of thing a girl wants to hear when she gets off the plane from finishing a mission of course.

To say she's pissed would be taking it lightly, how the hell is she suppose to act when some idiot brainwashes and tortures her Jimmy to such a point that he thinks he's in love with the maniac. It's disgusting and it makes Brook want to claw out Silva's eyes and possibly have his male parts cut off and burned. Yes that would be a very satisfying end for the man.

If Brook staking angrily down the street is terrifying and worrying people, she could care less as she makes her way to her place for her to get her equipment ready, all her different collections of knives strapped to her and hidden in various places, and guns of course. Eyes catching her favorite aluminum baseball bat, Brook grabs that too as she is finally ready and leaves her flat. Time to go hunting and make someone bleed.

[lxngmayhereign]

breaking // @silva-the-ex-secret-agent

“Oh? Is that a challenge, Gareth? Every man can be broken. And you, you can be broken twice: once in this deluded state of mind and then again, after you come to and realize how you’ve behaved. How you cried and begged and told me everything you know. And the good thing is, I can do it all over again, just by putting your head in a bucket of water.”

Gareth looks at the man in confusion, he doesn't understand, what does the man mean by in this deluded state of mind? He's not deluded, he's fine, and he won't break, he won't no matter how many times they want to put his head into the bucket. He won't give in, he didn't to those captors, he won't to this man. 

"You're wrong...it won't happen...I won't give in to you..."