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[His first transmission comes just after the Admiral's announcement, before he's had a change to read his dossier.]

I've heard of a drinking game they play in Fethiye involving a live scorpion. I meant to give it a go, before I came back here. [But being shot off a train puts a damper on things.] What sort of drinking games do you lot have at home? I can't imagine a wider crowd to ask.

[This is Bond doing his impression of a man ignoring the crap out of the last flood. He's so not bothered by it, can't you tell.

BUT MAYBE TWENTY MINUTES LATER, he's back and sounding very sour and probably a bit bothered and can he go back to being unpaired again.]

The woman calling herself Zoe Luther is an inmate named Alice Morgan. [He won't share why he thinks it's gross that she picked that name, you're welcome Alice, but man he does not approve.] It's a shame this lie never pans out.

[Private to Alice]

[So he was going to broach the awkward apology stage of things so that it could never be brought up again, but then the Admiral dumped a file in his lap and he got to reading and wow, Alice. Wow.]

'Zoe Luther?' [Exactly how bugnuts are you, ma'am.] Well done with that. [THIS IS SARCASM.]

[Private to Vesper]

At least your coping mechanisms are predictable. [Translation: how you doing :c]

[Private to Esther]

I'd like to talk to you.

[Backdated to Saturday! James is looking p l e n t y pissed when he clicks on the camera, and for a moment there is just an incredibly pissed off face - and then he focuses the feed on his other hand, which is holding a book (naval war history). Except on closer inspection, he's not holding it at all. It's actually stuck to the palm of his hand.]

Parker, if you don't get in here and tell me how to turn this off, I swear I'm going to wring your neck.

[It was a lot funnier when he was just hearing about it happening to Peter, okay.]

( spam for vesper )

[Private to Vesper]

Congratulations. [But lbr he's mentioned that before now. Which means he's got something else on his mind.] Where are you?

[Public]

[And a little later, once he's realized just what the Admiral's announcement means, he clicks back on publicly. He's plenty wary now, because the Admiral is just flat out not to be trusted, but he's never been one to run from something new.]

Assuming I'm not just speaking to the Barge...[There's a little twitch in his lip; he's very, very tempted to just say, 007 reporting for duty, because he thinks he's very, very funny. But given he has no idea who's listening, he manages to restrain himself.

Besides, his name is just as good.]

This is Bond, James Bond. If there's anyone from my world listening, speak up.

[When the audio clicks on, James sounds distinctly bored. He is not talking about the breach. That did not happen. >(]

Scotland Yard has a high-definition computerized firearms-training simulator. I've only been a few times. An electrode is mounted against your back; if you don't shoot the gunman [terrorist] before he shoots you, you wind up on your knees in excruciating pain.

We could use one of those here. At the very least, a full-bore rifle range. Small arms and moving targets are only so challenging for so long.

[Private to Lisbeth]

i have the camera.

[Spam for Vesper]

[He wasn't sure if he likes Slade or not; he was certain he didn't like the idea of him as Vesper's inmate. (Not that he would breathe a word of this to anyone.) It was easy to spot her patterns - James observed when she came and went, and tonight, when she lefther room for dinner, he slipped out of his - and once she'd disappeared down the stairs, he pulled out his room key - the hotel keycard - he turned it in his hand, and tested a theory.

They spent their time in Montenegro in a shared suite, with only one door. Now the door was identical. Why shouldn't one key open both?

Sliding it straight down, James watched the green light tick on, and allowed a smile to quirk the corner of his mouth. Pushing the door open and closing it quietly behind him, he looked around her side of the suite. It was just as he remembered it, not quite identical, it had been too nice a hotel for laziness - but still familiar. He walked by where the conjoining door should be and glanced at the empty wall without surprise.

Knowing he wouldn't have too much time, he set to work searching for the 'Terminator's' file - he still couldn't believe someone would choose to go by that ridiculous name. It wasn't difficult; for all that Vesper had had a taste of the spy world, she wasn't one. The file was sitting out on her dresser, and he brought it to the table, wasting no time in spreading everything out. It wasn't a typical file, no photographs, nothing blacked out; everything was there to be observed for whoever laid eyes on it. Sloppy. Like his own file, and he fucking hated that.

So he read, and memorized - and when he heard noise at the door, he piled everything back into the folder in careful order, put it back in place, and slipped into the bathroom as the front door opened. The shower turned on; he only hesitated for a moment. It was her shower he'd found her in after all, dress and all.

By the time she came to investigate - if she was as smart as he'd thought she was, she'd be scared - his clothes were in a pile on the floor, and he was wet enough to be convincing. Off went the tap, and he stepped out, wrapping a towel around his waist and leaning out of the bathroom to let her know who had invaded her room.]