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[Sup Barge. Here's a funny thing you might have noticed, if you've been in port and paying attention to the news: there was a break in and, so news anchors say, attempted burglary at an affluent townhouse. A blurry camera image has been making the rounds, and a police sketch, and you know what?

Both of those pictures look a lot like James Bond.

Yeah, the second he recognized London, he headed for MI6 and couldn't even get past the lobby. So, he went for M's apartment. Which, in this world, was definitely not M's apartment.

It all kind of went downhill from there.

The past almost forty-eight hours have largely been spent awake and avoiding cameras and cops. Which is really not an easy thing, do you have any idea how many CCTVs there are in a city? All in all, nowhere near his worst two days, but definitely, definitely not his best. There's nothing quite like hope dangling in your face only to see it ripped away.

He doesn't bother with a video this time, just clicks on the audio function; he sounds short, maybe even tired, and there's an edge that really just says he's not in the mood for anything.]

I need money.

[He knows you wardens have cards. He is fully planning to take one, he just needs to pick a target. And no, he's not going to mention is foray as a wanted man because it's really not that new to him.]

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Mm. [He glances at the snow on the tracks, and just shakes his head.] You won't get there. Not until this clears. City shuts down when it gets half of this.

[And that's both embarrassing and just...bitter. Very bitter.] I thought this was my London. It caused some...misunderstandings.

Your warden's looking for you.

[He rolls his eyes at Narvin looking for him, but doesn't seem too surprised.] I hope he wasn't too much trouble? [But that it's that different from Bond's London is concerning. He's been banking on the properties of paralell universes as he knows them.]

Do you think the people might still exist here, but in different capacities? Occupations?

...There is someone. I need to see if she's still alive.

He paid me quite a lump sum to find you. More, if I can deliver. [He smiles just a little, though, and stays where he is; he isn't planning on doing it, not at the moment.]

MI6 thought I was a character from a book, [he said dryly. Maybe he ought to be sympathetic - wanting to see a woman alive, it's a feeling he can painfully understand, and maybe that's why he's steadfastly ignoring it.]

Somehow, I doubt you'd find her.

Really? He left me with just enough for food. [It doesn't surprise him, that the investment to keep him in one place would exceed the investment to keep him comfortable. However, he's a man with a mission.

And he's polite enough not to remark on the book part.]

I still need to try. She was a friend. She died of the same thing that nearly killed me. [And maybe if he escaped working for the Taelons in one universe, perhaps she did too?] ...How much more if you can deliver? [And he's back on that.]

[Well that, at least, he can recognize. Single minded need to accomplish a task - yes, that's familiar. So he lets it go, moves onto the more interesting conversation, because he's starting to think Sandoval might have something in mind.]

Another twenty-five thousand.

Obviously you have to bring me in, then. [And he doesn't sound too put off by the idea.]

But first, is there any place that you suspect you can get away with showing your face? There must be a place around here a man with a perfect memory can take advantage of his skills.

[And get something extra even before Narvin can pass off more money.]

[He'll just briefly cock an eyebrow. Yes, obviously. But it drops and his brow furrows just slightly a moment later, thoughtful.]

Maybe. What are you thinking off?

With a small investment I could return it with interest and have the money for a flight to Dublin. It seems to be my best chance at this point. And I can tell you where the flight is to get the rest of the cash. Simply... later, than Narvin necessarily requires. If I'm there, I doubt I would have made it anyway. These trips only last for three days.

[Seriously Sandoval you're a man after his own heart. James might even smile. A little.]

I don't mind making him wait. How much will you need?

Start with a thousand and I think by the end of the day I could have ten. I have the slight advantage that I look like a man that can be taken advantage of. [He knows it, or else so many people wouldn't have tried.]

Some would call that a misfortune. [They know better. Although Bond's ego would get in the way, even if he did look like a man easily duped. Still - he knows the value of it.]

Here. [He's stashed the majority of the money in his suite, but he is carrying enough; money has no real meaning, here, when he can get another twenty-five from Narvin in a couple days, or call on Vesper in between. He pulls his glove off and tucks it under an arm before fishing a billfold out from his jacket pocket. The money is counted out quickly - in hundreds and fifties - and held out, though not released immediately.]

How will you turn it around? [There are plenty of seedy options - but Bond wants to know where Sandoval considers his talents to lie.]

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