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James + Harry
Sep. 20th, 2020 08:21 pmQ hated flying, but sometimes doing what one hated was necessary- That, and he still had a dreadfully hard time telling Bond no. So did Harry, he assumed, since they were all currently sitting in first class, flying over the heart of Russia.
"Let's go over this one more time. You heard tell of a human trafficking ring at some cocktail party, and now we're all just going to zoom into action on a not quite sanctioned mission," Q said, speaking just loud enough to be heard, his voice a hiss of a whisper as he scowled a bit at Bond. It was the third time he'd said this, and though he was sure they were both tired of hearing him bitch, he simply couldn't quite get over the fact that he'd allowed himself to be roped into this.
"Let's go over this one more time. You heard tell of a human trafficking ring at some cocktail party, and now we're all just going to zoom into action on a not quite sanctioned mission," Q said, speaking just loud enough to be heard, his voice a hiss of a whisper as he scowled a bit at Bond. It was the third time he'd said this, and though he was sure they were both tired of hearing him bitch, he simply couldn't quite get over the fact that he'd allowed himself to be roped into this.
