Q

They'd flown to Beijing on a comercial flight, first class of course, and their regional agent had a car waiting for them. A few pleasantries over a fast meal and then they were on their way to their destination. Q had a veritable tech center packed up. Bond had guns and the agent on the ground had the car packed with explosives and thermite.

In theory the mission should go off without incident. Break in, set a bomb, get out. It was just a weapons warehouse- so they'd been told. A place where black market Soviet warheads came in and went out with regularity- so they'd been told.

"The air here is awful," Bond complained. "I hate Beijing."