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For Queen and Country – A 007 Story

April 7, 2021

Bailey Corbin entered the hotel room and tried to turn on the light switch but nothing happened. She guessed that the light bulbs had been taken out, a guess that was proven right when she passed by a small collection of bulbs. There was also a half-empty bottle of gin which was not a good sign especially coupled with an empty bottle lying down next to it like a fallen soldier. She looked around and thankfully there was only one person in the bed and it was the person she suspected would be there. She made her way in that direction, carefully avoiding clothes lying on the ground.

She thought about reaching out to wake the man but thought better of it and kicked the bed instead. When nothing happened, she kicked the bed harder. The man roused and was immediately aiming a gun at Bailey. She slowly put her hands up but did not look happy about it. The man had bloodshot eyes but he still looked steady as a rock.

“Who the hell are you?” James Bond asked as he stared at Bailey. “Better be quick, I know I didn’t invite a girl back here.”

“I’m not a girl, 007,” Bailey said. “I’m 23. Are you going to put on a shirt?”

“It depends,” Bond said. “You still haven’t said who you are although I have an inkling since you know my call sign.”

“I’m 008,” Bailey said. “Corbin. Bailey Corbin. The home office sent me here for you.”

“How did the home office find me?” Bond asked. “I thought I covered my tracks pretty well.”

Bailey smirked. “You have Q to thank for that,” she said. “tiny tracking chip, I’m told. Several of them, actually. Seems you have a history of slipping away.”

Bond climbed out of the bed and set his gun on the bedside table. Instead of putting a shirt on right away, he headed for the gin bottle and poured himself a glass. He looked back over his shoulder to see Bailey’s reaction.

“I ran out of vodka and lillet so I can’t offer you a martini but I can offer you some gin,” Bond said. “Fancy a drink?” He gave her an attempt at a sexy smile and it was pretty good but all wrong.

“That’s really sad, 007,” Bailey said. “and no I’m not having a drink right now. I’m on the job.”

“That never stopped me,” Bond said.

“That explains a lot,” Bailey said. “Aren’t you even going to ask why I’m here?”

Bond shrugged. “I’m sure you’re here to bring me back home,” Bond said. “or at least you’ll try.”

“I’m interested that you call it home,” Bailey said. “You haven’t remained in country for more than a few days for years. I’m not even sure you still maintain a residence in England after your homestead was destroyed.”

Bond turned to face her and narrowed his eyes. “I’ll thank you to not to mention such things,” he said. “What residence I do or don’t keep is none of your business and none of M’s business.”

Bailey nodded. “You’re right,” she said. “I apologize. That was going too far. I’m not here to bring you back, though. I’m here because of Marakesh.”

Bond did bend down to pick up a shirt at this point and slipped it on. “Marakesh was fine,” he said. “The job got done.”

“It was a mess,” Bailey said. “At least, that’s what they told me. They don’t want that to happen to you. You’re getting on in years and they sent me to work with you.”

Bond shot her a look, grabbing his glass of gin again. “I work alone,” he said bitterly. “I’ve always worked alone.”

“And that wasn’t a problem until recently,” Bailey said. “Look, I don’t want to be here. I don’t want to be hitched to an old man near the end of his career even if you are a legend.”

“I’m not an old man,” Bond said. “I’m only…. oh Hell.” He rubbed his eyes.

“You’re seventy,” Bailey said. “Most agents have retired by then. You’ve had three Ms. If you’re going to stay on, apparently you get me.”

“I don’t want a babysitter,” Bond said.

“I’m not a babysitter,” Bailey said. “I’m your partner. Deal with. We have work to do.”


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