Bond sat in the chair. He wasnt tied down. There were no henchmen. No one stood over him with guns and somehow that kept him stiller than any rope or laser cutter could. The lighting was rather dim, not at all ideal for showing him at his best.
At least the man sat across the table was old enough to be a villian. But Bond couldnt help feeling that the old man wasnt taking it seriously. He didnt have a white cat. He didnt have some midget henchman. There wasnt even a beautfiul assistant that he could charm.
The old man picked up a plain white tea cup, slowly sipped some tea. Tea! Bond was willing to bet it was stirred not shaken.
"Ah Mister Bond." The old man began, "So good of you to join me." This at least, Bond felt, was more like it.
"Do your worst. I'll never tell you!" Bond used his eyebrow to signal that he really meant it.
"Indeed?" The old man replied in a soft tone."Well if that's the way you feel about it there isnt anything more to be said." He put down the tea cup with a cold porclin clank.
"Are you going to torture me?" Demanded Bond. "Torture?" The old man sat back in his chair," goodness me no. But I'm going to disallow your expenses claim."
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Date: 2009-01-12 03:42 pm (UTC)At least the man sat across the table was old enough to be a villian. But Bond couldnt help feeling that the old man wasnt taking it seriously. He didnt have a white cat. He didnt have some midget henchman. There wasnt even a beautfiul assistant that he could charm.
The old man picked up a plain white tea cup, slowly sipped some tea. Tea! Bond was willing to bet it was stirred not shaken.
"Ah Mister Bond." The old man began, "So good of you to join me." This at least, Bond felt, was more like it.
"Do your worst. I'll never tell you!" Bond used his eyebrow to signal that he really meant it.
"Indeed?" The old man replied in a soft tone."Well if that's the way you feel about it there isnt anything more to be said." He put down the tea cup with a cold porclin clank.
"Are you going to torture me?" Demanded Bond.
"Torture?" The old man sat back in his chair," goodness me no. But I'm going to disallow your expenses claim."