“Do try to return everything in one piece,” he said, daring to look 007 in the eye at last.
“I often wonder why Quartermasters bother to tell me that,” 007 replied, his tone one of gentle amusement. “They’re not sending me to Argentina for a sightseeing tour, you know.”
Q rolled his eyes, leaning into his irritation. “Every other agent manages to return their equipment in one piece,” he snapped. “You might be able to dazzle M into giving you a pass, but I don’t work that way. I take pride in my work and I expect agents to do the same.”
He was a little surprised at the vehemence in his own voice, and even more surprised by the broad grin that spread across 007’s features. Head cocked to one side, Bond gave him a long, appraising look that raised the hairs on the back of his neck.
“Pride,” he said at last, his voice soft as velvet. “Yes, of course. You would.”
Needled, Q shot back, “You haven’t the slightest idea what I would or wouldn’t, 007.” The conversation had veered into uncomfortable territory, and he scrambled to escape. “Just look after it,” he said, making a speedy retreat to his office. He could feel 007’s eyes on his back the whole way.
- Part 1 of The Measure of a Man
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07 Dec 2021