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PLAYER INFO.
✖ Handle: Spaz
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CHARACTER INFO.
✖ Character Name: Bond, James
✖ Canon: James Bond, Craig!verse. Specifically films Casino Royale, Quantum of Solace and Skyfall. Canon point is taken from after the ending to Skyfall.
✖ Character Appearance: "The name's Bond. James Bond."
✖ Character Age: 44
✖ Pick A Number: 007, 69

✖ Canon Setting: Set in the present day world (assumed 2012 for Skyfall), the setting of Bond's life is very much like our own. All locations, events and dates seem to coincide with real-life Earth with only a few minor tweaks here and there to fit fictional characters into a non-fictional world. There's even several mentions throughout the films that point towards real-world events of the past (Cold War and 9/11 to name a couple).

Although incredible acts are occasionally achieved when it comes to Bond's action hero stunts, it's mostly down to ridiculous writing luck and the bending of fictional reality that make them possible, and has very little to do with the setting of the world around him. James is, to an extent, an unbelievable character in a believable life: The insertion of a dreamt about hero into a world of normality.

The only notable difference seen in his world compared to ours appear to be minor exaggeration on technology, such as phones doing over elaborate tasks they're not built to do and hacking visuals that look more like a 90s video game.

Over all though, Bond world = real world.

✖ Character History: Movie plots can be found on wiki here, here and here or for a less mature and extremely wordy version, read on…

For all intents and purposes, many would assume James Bond to be a well-educated man of money, a womaniser, a smooth talker and possibly even an occasional gentleman, born of a Scottish father and Swiss mother, and a traveller of the world. But life hasn't always been quite so kind to him.

The biggest event in his life happened during his childhood, when at only eleven years old, both his parents were killed in a mountain climbing accident in the South East of France, leaving Bond orphaned. Previously he was educated in Switzerland and Germany, though after his parents death, he was to live with his aunt (who he later lost during his late-teens) in a small English village where he continued his education from home for some time, privately tutored by her. He was later briefly sent to Eton College, a boarding school near Windsor, but after constant curfew violations and 'trouble' with one of the maids, he was promptly expelled. Not long after, he was sent to Fettes college in Edinburgh, where he excelled in both educational and athletic involvements. James even took up boxing for the school, as well as forming a school league for judo.

At the age of seventeen, he joined the Navy, once again excelling in his training though stumbling upon some trouble due to his unconventional methods and his approach to his superiors. Though he started his early service as an intelligence officer, he soon moved on to the Special Forces Unit, besting his colleagues with his techniques and sailing through assignments with little difficulty while climbing the rank structure. After more than proving himself, James was rewarded the rank of Commander and recruited by the RNR Defence Intelligence Group, where he was to aid in gathering intelligence.

By the time he was in the MI6 and only thirty years old, Bond was known to be more than capable of performing any task, though rather less capable of strictly following orders despite his military background. His need to push himself had him rising to the challenge of becoming a 00, and that's where his real story begins.

After being given 00 status at the age of 36, James' first assignment seems simple enough: find an international bomb-maker within Madagascar. Simple, unfortunately, doesn't seem to appear all too often in James' life and instead of apprehending, Bond gets ahead of himself and ends up chasing and killing his target, though taking his phone in the process. The phone holds the clues he needs to pursue and, without M's permission, he continues his assignment to his next lead in the Bahama's where he uncovers a totally evil scheme to blow up a new prototype airliner. Naturally Bond thwarts such plans, thus resulting in making one man, Le Chiffre, lose a hell of a lot of money (that wasn't his to lose) after betting against the airliners stocks.

Suspicious, ey?

After Bond's success, M decides to allow him on the next step of the mission, following through with chasing down this Le Chiffre bloke and offering him protection in exchange for everything he knows about the organisation he works for. All achieved with… A POKER GAME. All Bond has to do is win this poker game that Le Chiffre has set up in attempt to regain his funds, and then all will be right with the world.

So off Bond goes to Montenegro, meeting up with one of MI6's very own accountants that's sent to keep an eye on Bond and his funds. James resignation at her presence diminishes all too quickly after laying eyes on her, and soon he and Vesper form a love/hate partnership. But mostly hate/hate as far as Vesper is concerned. They also meet Rene Mathis, who has Bond's back like a real brother from another mother.

Poker starts and after being far too smug for his own good, Bond loses all his stake and Vesper, still hating his guts, refuses to give him the buy-in money. Thankfully, Felix Leiter, a CIA agent also in the game, gives Bond the money he needs and James slips back to the table as smug as ever. After more drama of fighting and poisoning, James eventually beats all odds and manages to win the game on the most ridic and unlikely hand ever known to man. That's how he rolls.

Sadly, this seems to piss off the loser, Le Chiffre, who lures Bond into a trap with the typical damsel in distress act of 'kidnapping' Vesper. Bond chases, flips his car and rolls it a record breaking amount of times without managing to have the airbag deploy. Bond doesn't need safety to survive. Barely conscious, he's dragged to some remote area and tortured in an attempt to acquire his winnings from the poker game, but even with his most prized family jewels in jeopardy, James holds true to his stubbornness and refuses, almost losing Bond Jr in the process, though having a lucky escape after Le Chiffre is assassinated by a superior villain half way through the torture.

Bond recovers at a fancy hospital, Vesper keeping him company the whole time and apparently warming to his constant smug arrogance. The two fall in looooove~ and decide to prance away hand in hand into the sun set. Lots of lovey dovey stuff follows, Bond quits the service and they end up sailing around in a yacht in Venice, while blaming Mathis for the whole torture ordeal and getting him interrogated. While in Venice James finds out Vesper has been a backstabbing bitch all along and steals his money. Pissed at being pwned by a woman, he chases her where she meets some other dudes and lots of gun-fighting goes down. Vesper locks herself inside an elevator of a collapsing building and despite Bond's attempts to rescue her, she drowns. To death. Bond cries. It's very moving.

After a monosyllabic phone discussion with his mother-- I mean M, James rejoins the service, bitter and twisted though learning that Vesper killed herself to save him. She even leaves him a clue to the next step up in the evil organisations ladder.

Following said clue, Bond shoots a guy in the knee smugly quotes his famous 'The name's Bond. James Bond.' stuffs the guy in the boot of his fancy car and then drives off, perused by lots of guys shooting at him from cars. Not that James struggles with that, and after disposing of them, he drives his captor to M where they proceed to interrogate him in a totally threatening fashion. Sadly, M's personal bodyguard turns out to be working for their captor and allows him to escape with plenty of shooting. Bond chases down this double agent and, unsurprisingly, kills him. There's a theme going on here.

After a lead concerning tagged banknotes and still wanting revenge for Vespers death, Bond heads to Haiti and… wait for it… kills the lead.

Taking on the role of said lead, Bond meets up with a female called Camille and realises he (as the lead) was sent to kill her. Surprisingly, he doesn't kill her, and instead lets her escape. Probably something to do with her being an attractive woman with boobs. He follows her and gets his first sighting of a man named Dominic Greene, who's obviously very evil because he's French. Stuff happens and Bond ends up 'rescuing' Camille, despite her not needing it, and escaping from more gun fights.

Bond tracks Dominic to an opera, mostly just giving him an excuse to strut in a tux. There he finds out there's a secret meeting going on with this evil organisation named Quantum, who are so evil that they talk in a theatre. More chasing and gun fights and killing where Greene escapes and Bond is told off by M more. Pissed off with his constant path of destruction and his possible murder of a British bodyguard to an important bloke, M revokes Bond's passports and credit cards, making it difficult for him to travel.

Not giving up, Bond finds Mathis (who has since been pronounced innocent and was given a nice villa as compensation) and asks for his help. Being total bffls, all past problems are forgotten and the two of them strike out after Greene like total awesome GQMFs.

They end up in Bolivia to attend one of Greene's parties, where Bond is yet again the reason for a females death and the death of his close friend, Mathis. There's more sadness but he gets over it, determined to follow Greene into the desert with Camille at his side. On their journey they discover numerous sinkholes that have been dammed and realise Greene is taking control of the water. How very eeeeviiiilll.

The chase ends at a hotel, where Bond yet again kills lots of people, destroys an entire hotel and consequently captures Greene, leaving him out in the middle of the desert to die.

To finish off, Bond heads to Russia to find Vespers old boyfriend, only to uncover that he's a total a-hole who preys on women in secret services. Having apparently grown in maturity or something, James restrains himself from killing the guy and instead allows him to be interrogated properly by the MI6. M's happy with this and gives him verbal cuddles.

/// Spoilers for Skyfall ahead ///

Fast forward some years later and MI6 is in trouble yet again. Data regarding the whereabouts of numerous undercover spies has been stolen, risking the lives of some of the MI6's best should the information fall into the wrong hands. Enter Bond and a co-worker, Eve (yes, he's managing to work alongside a woman yet again without staring at her tits the whole time), who have tracked the hard drive containing the data to Turkey. Despite numerous others being taken out, the two chase the contracted thief through the city of Istanbul, Bond deciding to take the over the top method of dirt bikes driven along roofs (what is it with Bond and roofs?) while Eve takes the more reserved method of driving on roads. Some chasing and crashing later and James and the mercenary end up on top of a train, where he's shot in the shoulder yet continues duking it out for the hard drive in a stunning display of masculinity, all while M barks orders from her office in London. Eve gets ahead of the train and lines up a shot, though soon realises the scuffle between the two males is making it impossible for her to get a clear shot. Under M's insistence, she shoots anyway and inadvertently shoots Bond, the force of the shot knocking him off the train and plummeting into a river.

Soon presumed dead, MI6 have James down as MIA, the machine of London's Intelligence still moving on without him. Riddled with wounds and emo, Bond puts himself into self imposed exile, keeping himself going with sex, drugs and alcohol. While exceptionally hungover he hears of an attack on the MI6 building in London and decides to return home.

After creeping out M by breaking into her home, they share some frosty words before it's decided that Bond should attempt to get back on active duty, although he's first required to take the usual tests that any agent must undergo. Tests that he fails miserably, unable to display the proper level of fitness thanks to a drug laden body, incapable of shooting on target thanks to a wounded arm and not even able to pass a psychological examination thanks to a whole lot of unresolved issues. Despite all this, M straight up lies and says he's passed and sends him to chase after the mercenary for round two. Bond arrives in Shanghai after getting kitted up by Q and tracks down the target, accidentally killing him and yet gaining a lead in the form of a gambling chip for a casino in Macau. No Bond film would be right without a casino scene, and so he goes along with it all, Eve appearing again to give him any help he needs along the way. There he meets Sévérine, a sultry chick who works for this hard drive grabbing unnamed villain. She admits she is being constantly watched, but states that if Bond can get rid of her bodyguards and promise to kill her employer, she will lead him to this anonymous villain. Bond goes along with the first part of the deal and kills the bodyguards, getting creative with a briefcase and a komodo dragon, and then follows Sévérine to her boat for sexy times.

Eventually they arrive at an apparently abandoned island where the 'villain' of the story finally reveals himself to be Raoul Silva, and ex-agent of the MI6 who now hides himself amongst masses of servers and computers and makes his millions via hacking. After some monologuing and creepy touching up, Silva purposefully agitates Bond by killing Sévérine. James takes the opportunity to kill all the guards on the island and capture Silva, taking him back to Britain for a telling off and a fair trial or whatever.

Back in London and Silva is locked away, sharing his crazy with Bond and M with a story of how he was betrayed by M herself, resulting in months of torture and failed suicide. The story shows his motive for trying to get the hard drive, wishing to seek revenge on M and make her out to be a fool. Leaving Silva to his own crazy, Bond joins Q as he attempts to decrypt Silva's laptop, which accidentally ends up allowing the laptop to access all of the MI6 systems and meaning the villain hacked them without ever leaving his cell. Except… he has now left his cell thanks to the distraction, but James gives chase through a system of tunnels that lead into the London Underground. More explosions and more running until Silva makes his way to his desired location: Westminister, where M is currently having a public enquiry over her recent failures. Despite his plans, Silva fails to kill M in time and Bond (with the aid of others) manages to get the villain retreating. With Silva gone for now, James 'kidnaps' M and drives her to safety, deciding to drive all the way to Scotland to get Silva on his own turf. Eventually James and M end up in Skyfall, the ancestral Scottish home of the Bonds. As the only heir and presumed dead, much of the contents had been sold off, but the gamekeeper, Kincade, remains.

Lots of Home Alone style scenes follow where Bond, M and Kincade prepare for an inevitable attack, setting up booby traps around the house. Eventually the baddies arrive and during a gun fight, M is wounded although yet again lies to James and assures him she's fine. James sends Kincade and M to retreat down a secret tunnel that leads off into the moors while he stays to face Silva. Silva, however, just opts for torching the whole house down with incendiary grenades while Bond is still inside, making James resort to blowing the place up with dynamite while he runs off down the secret tunnel. The explosion takes out Silva's helicopter and most his remaining men, but he survives and goes to pursue M. What turns into a race to get to M first results in Silva winning, taking a gun to her and asking for her to kill the both of them with the same bullet in some moderately creepy sign of attachment, however James shows up right on time to throw a knife in Silva's back before the trigger can be pulled. Silva dies spectacularly (as can only be expected) and yet Bond doesn't quite get to save the day as M, her previous wound apparently mortal, collapses to the ground. Her final words are of praise to Bond and his awesome and James can't help but weep his little heart out over the death of yet another figure he looks up to. Seriously, everyone he loves dies, it's just a thing he has to accept.

Sometime after M's funeral Eve presents Bond with a gift from M that was read in the Will, and announces herself to be Miss Moneypenny. The whole mission is eventually tied off and a new M is assigned, with James showing willing to work under the new male M who absolutely isn't Voldemort.

After all this excitement, James is left to go back to his usual life when not on exciting spy missions, which mostly involves being a higher ranked civil servant, who, for much of the year, sits around in his office, flirts with his secretaries and does lots of reading and approving memos while keeping up his skills with gun practice and hand to hand combat. At the end of Skyfall he's shown to be receiving a new Top Secret Mission. It's at the end of this day that he'll be arriving.

✖ Character Personality: Since the loss of his parents at a young age, plus the death of his guardian in his teens and the disappearance of his second father figure, James Bond has tended to steer clear of any and all commitments, be they friendships or relationships. His abandonment issues lead to him displaying no interest in the concept of a long-lasting relationship and the idea of love, while his friendships tend to never last, or be somewhat irregular. He's a lone wolf, if you'll forgive the phrase, far more attracted to solitary approaches, even in the form of hobbies, of which he has many, including climbing despite his family tragedy. When given the option, James would gladly choose minimal to no company, yet he carries himself with such a casual ease and high level of self-assurance that interacting with people comes across as comfortable, often attracting many with his charming attitude and confidence, even if he doesn't purposefully seek out companionship. Unless, of course, it's for sexual activity.

In fact, unless sex is on the cards, any other sort of company is barely registered, let alone welcomed, and ridding himself of people comes equally easily due to the fact he's a total arsehole. Although some of this earlier canon tends to gloss over the fact, James is a complete dick for about 90% of the time thanks to his self-absorption. He tends to see people more as having their uses for his ultimate goal, rather than as human beings. Women tend to be sex-objects or annoyances, while men tend to be occasionally useful or to get the fuck out of his way. Having depended on himself for so long has made James far too psychologically introverted, relying and gaining inspiration almost solely from himself and having little interest in the views of others. When teamed up with partners, Bond tends to be a total pain in the arse and does everything his own way no matter what the agreements happen to be. There is, of course, the rare occasion that he grows to trust someone enough to allow them their own opinion, as can be seen with people such as M, Felix, Mathis and Camille, by which point he's as loyal as any dog and will risk his life for their safety.

As for relationships, they tend to be few and far between with James and the ones he keeps are generally strained or complicated. His approach to women is old fashioned and considered misogynistic at times, though his sexism isn't quite as extensive as some assume. Despite his constant womanising and apparent disregard for women in general, James' superior and to some extent parental figure, M, is not only female, but someone Bond looks up to and respects, even if with an obvious resentment at times. His casual, self-indulgent attitude often puts him in trouble with his superiors, as he not only fails to follow direct orders that differ from his own ideas, but he also finds amusement in pushing the boundaries of rank and structure, even if his attempts at rebelling are often subtle. Even his one serious relationship with Vesper displays his ability to regard women (and others) in an equal light rather than an air of superiority and proves that he's easily pussy whipped. Oooh yeah. However, Vesper's death affected him greatly and made him a more stubborn and bitter man because of it, taking the death as a personal failure. After such a blow to his ego and libido, Bond even manages to approach some women without the need for sex and proves such when he encounters Camille, immediately forming a somewhat professional relationship and never actually sleeping with her. Amazing, innit?

Despite encountering death from an early age, he doesn't pretend to have much interest in it, refusing to put any fear into the idea of death and all too often endangering his own life for the sake of risk-taking. Bond likes to push himself, mentally and physically, and isn't happy unless he's being exceptionally challenged or is at a high risk. He strives off chaos and lives for constant change, aiming to keep his heart racing and his adrenaline pumping. In fact, without those factors, he tends to lead himself into boredom and depression, as is so often the case after his missions are complete and he's faced with the drudgery of months on end of desk work and routine. He needs something to focus on at all times, and enjoys seeking and setting goals that he can approach and achieve without letting his emotions get in the way.

For those that get to know him for more than just his easy approach and dry wit will no doubt find him to have a fairly developed sense of humour, of which he tends to use for most situations to cover for any insecurities or uncomfortable moments. His humour is typically British, full of sarcasm and deprecation for himself and others, occasionally causing offence but, for the most part, just being a total annoyance. As a real life troll, James has a habit of saying and doing things just because he can, frequently hoping to get a rise out of people because pissing people off is far more entertaining than a civil conversation. It's not at all unexpected for James to come out with something derogatory just because, although his aim for reactions are often to aid him in picking through the liars. Much like professionals who read expressions and reactions, James often says and does things for a similar purpose, however odd his actions may come across. If he succeeds in his work, Bond doesn't care how others portray him, in fact, most people who meet James will have varying opinions on him, ranging from a lovely bloke to a complete bastard. Even the secret service psychologists have varying views on him, at least one of them having classed him as a bordering sociopath for his complete disregard for social norms.

On the rare occasions that James is at a loss for words, he can have quite the opposite reaction from his usual jovial behaviour, instead withdrawing from the outer world and watching it from within a cynical and unimpressed bubble, making him unwilling to co-operate and become exceptionally stubborn. In fact, to many, his attitude at this stage comes across as extremely childish, more like a sulking teen who can't have his own way than a responsible adult. Under all that pouting is, however, a calculating mind that tends to work overtime when things aren't going his way and has always managed to pull him out of a tight spot. He's still alive today thanks to that intelligence of his, and while on the outside he may just look like a beefcake, James is blessed with a high IQ that only feeds into his knowledge that he's pretty darn amazing. In fact, his looks tend to help him in more ways than one, frequently being underestimated in his line of work, which plays to his advantage.

The period between Casino Royale (James' first mission as a double-oh) and Skyfall spans around six years and it becomes obvious from fairly early on in Skyfall that James has matured in skill by quite a bit. Mentally maturing isn't something that seems to happen though... His stumbling yet determined attempts at a chase on his first mission look awkward when compared to his calm and easy efforts in his latest case. What once showed him slipping, falling and destroying everything in sight eventually develops into something a little more easy flowing, keeping paces with his target and not even looking ruffled by a breakneck bike chase across rooftops. The same is definitely noticeable during his stealth missions; getting caught by his target every single time he tries tailing anyone during his first mission, his stealth attempts mediocre at best due to his sheer lack of subtlety. And yet his most recent mission shows him tailing a highly skilled assassin with ease- A man who, apparently, hadn't been previously caught by any other intelligence unit- and this is all while James is still recovering from severe drug and alcohol dependency. One could go through anaylsing the two opposites, but from these few examples alone, it's plain to see that Bond is the sort of man who learns from his mistakes and adapts to his surroundings, consistently developing new skills along the way. Proof that you can teach an old dog new tricks.

Still, despite all his faults, his failings, and his habit of coming across as a total bastard, James Bond is loyal through and through to not only Queen and Country, but also those close to him, fighting the good fight while being a devilishly handsome rogue. What's not to love about UKs pop culture icon?

✖ Character Powers: Just the same as every other real-world human, James doesn't harness any real 'powers', so to speak. However his skill set, along with his ability to far surpass the standards of most average people makes Bond occasionally appear to be super-human. In all honesty though, he's just a very fit and extremely lucky individual, but he's worked hard to obtain the skills he has today:

Strength is by far one of James' most useful tools that he has at his disposal, using it to over-power his foes and keep him alive during all the crazy stunts he gets up to. Thanks to plenty of muscle, he's above average on strength.

Endurance has kept Bond alive despite some of the genuinely horrendous times he's been through. Not only can he actively chase targets for unforeseen amounts of time, he can still have the stamina to beat them up once he's caught them. Combine that with the amount of times he's lived through bullet wounds, stab wounds, torture and all manner of physical and mental abuse and you've got a fairly untouchable guy.

Charm might not seem like much of a skill at first mention, but James has quite the talent for persuading almost any stranger to freely pass over information thanks to nothing but a smile and a few choice words.

Intelligence can be rare in beefcakes like James, but with an IQ that's said to be in the 'genius' level, it's no surprises that he uses his brain just as much as his brawn. Although his decisions don't always seem well informed, there's almost always a method to his madness.

Weapon, Technology and Vehicle Proficiency comes with the job and James goes above and beyond the expected. He can turn his hand to virtually any weapon or machine on earth and has been seen to drive everything from dirt bikes to cargo planes with almost expert levels of skill. He even turns his hand to hacking every now and then, although certainly not to the level of elite hackers out there.

Languages, a skill that so many overseas spies rely on, and James isn't any different. Thanks to that previously mentioned IQ, Bond has managed to cram a lot of languages into the brain of his. Almost an excessive amount. Even so, according to a range of canon sources he's fluent in Italian, French, Russian, Arabic and German and knows passable Greek, Spanish, Mandarin, Cantonese and Japanese. Quite the useful guy to have around if you ever go on holiday.

Maturity-- no, I'm just joking.

CHARACTER SAMPLES.
✖ First Person POV: Q, Big Boss, Baku, Adelle, Mulder, Isaac

✖ Third Person POV: He flew out the day after tomorrow. A day to prepare should be enough, or so Mallory had assured him. M. Not Mallory. James still had to get used to that one, but right now that budding respect he'd had for the man had sprouted wings and fucked right off out of that sodding office window. An office he'd had to sit in for over an hour listening to some farce of a mission that barely deserved the title 'Top Secret'. Something nice and easy, Mallory-- M had said. Something to get you back on your feet again after your time off. Medical officers suggested it. Consider it an extension on your holiday. Holiday. Patronising fucker.

The scoff into his fifth-of-the-night drink couldn't be helped, now hunched away as he was at a table by himself in some lackluster pub. It wasn't often that James chose to drink the evening away in view of the public, but after the day he'd had the idea of drinking himself to stupidity at home was likely to involve a few more broken items than he'd care for. Bloody stupid thing to even get angry about, but after the month he'd had, the last thing Bond had wanted was to be coddled and condescended by the one superior he's meant to admire.

He was bored. So, so bored. The period of mourning had out stayed it's welcome and his physical wounds had long since healed over, another layer of thick scar tissue to knot up his torso and mar his skin. He didn't need 'something nice and easy' while the rest of his division were out there risking life and limb for Queen and Country. Even the idea of swanning back into the office after a waste of time like that set his teeth on edge. He can hear it now: 003 killed in action. 008 in ER. 001 deep undercover. But at least 007 got a bloody nice tan.

Bastard.

But what could James do beyond smile and nod? Certainly he'd aired his concerns when sat behind that oversized mahogany desk, but an order had been given. An order he was sworn to uphold. Perhaps he'd just have to get creative with it. Find his own way of succeeding while having a little fun with his new superior. If Mallory expected to keep Bond under control then he might as well learn early on just how hard such a task could be. Even M, for all the respect Bond had had for her, had never quite been able to keep that leash as short as she may have liked. But she was wise enough to know when to unclip that collar and let her agents loose and her judgement had rarely been wrong. One can only hope Mallory will do the same in time. Oh, certainly, some of the double-ohs were rolling over the moment a new Head was appointed. Those ex-SAS lads who were used to following orders to the letter, the sort that were completely professional, entirely suited to the job. Fearsome killing machines that just occasionally stumbled when it came to using their own initiative. Always was the trouble with their sort, but Bond couldn't fault any of his own, he just worked a little different from most. Granted, Mallory had already seen what James was capable of, and had no doubt trawled through each of the Agent's files, but there was still opportunity for James to push his weight around for a few missions before playing ball. Perhaps the occasional misheard order or the odd disregard for the Head would do the trick...

"Is this seat taken?" The voice is distinctively feminine and has Bond jerking his gaze towards her in barely concealed surprise. How the hell did she approach without him noticing? Especially in those heels. Perhaps he's had a few more glasses than he'd thought for, but all is forgiven the moment he spares her a proper once over. She's beautiful. Far too stunning to be in a characterless bar like this. Perfection amongst a sea of haggard looking business men and women just looking for a few pints before they slink home.

James barely even notices the silence that he's let linger just a little too long until she prompts him with an awkward but endearing little smile.

"Please, be my guest," he answers, quickly raising from his seat as he gestures opposite, only sliding back into his own chair after he's certain she's seated comfortably.

She has a drink, he notes, but perhaps he can get her another soon enough. All in good time. One doesn't rush an opportunity like this and especially not with a lady like this. He can tell from appearance alone that she's a cut above the rest; refined, modest, exceptionally well presented, confident and undoubtedly intelligent. James can gather that much with only seconds of assessing, it's the unknown that excites him more.

"I think I've been stood up," she admits coyly, opening up the conversation with a definitive glint of mischievous behind her meaning, that single line explaining her presence in the bar and her reason for seeking out other company.

"Well, that is a shame. But I imagine there's better options out there." Meaning him.

"Mm, I'm starting to think I've found something much better already." God, that smile is devilish, her lips inviting. She's sending out all the right signals, just in case inviting herself to the table hadn't been enough of a hint. Don't worry, darling, he thinks, I know just what you need. "Rebecca," she prompts, holding out a slender, well manicured hands towards his.

"James," he replies, taking that hand in his with a grip firm enough to assure that he's the alpha male she's looking for. No hand kissing, not in a bar like this, the irony would be lost, instead making it appear a little too smarmy. Just a light shake will do, the warm touch lingering for several lengthy seconds to allow their eyes to lock and then they both withdraw their grip. All that needed to be said was done so in that brief but significant stare. They were both professionals at this, he could tell. Good. She wouldn't be clinging on the next day asking to see him again.

"James." His name sounds so much better coming from her mouth than his own, her lips working around the consonants far too seductively. She's good at this game. Very good. "I've got a bottle of vintage Dom Pérignon at home that's going to go to waste. Why don't you come and enjoy it with me?"

"I'd love to."

It had all been so easy...

CHARACTER ITEMS.
✖ Pick a Team: Red Team
✖ Mission Freebie: As much of James' personal alcohol choices as possible.
✖ Personal Item or Weapon: One (1) folding survival knife.

✖ Character Inventory:

+Current clothing consisting of:
- Light Charcoal sharkskin twill-woven Tom Ford Suit, tailored
- Pale blue Tom Ford shirt, tailored
- Light blue and grey weave Tom Ford narrow tie
- Undergarments; Calvin Klein boxer briefs. Sunspel merino wool socks
- Crockett & Jones Tetbury chukka boots
- Omega Seamaster Planet Ocean 600M watch
+ One Wallet with limited contents (Confiscated)
+ One set of keys; car, house and various (Confiscated)
+ One Sony Xperia Z phone (Confiscated)