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0_0_7Bond had been working on the cottage when he saw Q disappear into his temporary home with that fit nurse. Hector, called Hex. Nurse, Army medic, chatty bloke who was smart enough, but guileless. He was certain Q would eat him alive.
But then time stretched out and the man hadn't left. And still more time. Bond worked slower and slower until he finally saw Hex emerge with a stack of magazines. He rushed to his own place and Bond wiped his rough hands on his jeans, wiped the sweat from his brow, and made straight for Q's door.
He did have the manners to knock, though he feared what state he might find the boffin in. Hex had been in there for quite some time...
But then time stretched out and the man hadn't left. And still more time. Bond worked slower and slower until he finally saw Hex emerge with a stack of magazines. He rushed to his own place and Bond wiped his rough hands on his jeans, wiped the sweat from his brow, and made straight for Q's door.
He did have the manners to knock, though he feared what state he might find the boffin in. Hex had been in there for quite some time...