♠ | 004 | Voice
[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.]
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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I don't mind making him wait. How much will you need?
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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.]