Q

Aug. 10th, 2014 02:04 pm
0_0_7: (Driving)
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[Continued form here for length]

"I will," he swore. They drove on a bit and Bond checked the GPS again. "How bloody far is this place? We've got to be almost there. Zoom that out and see..."

He hated the countryside in the dark. But thank god for technology. It wasn't all that long ago he would have been relatively blind.

Date: 2014-08-22 07:28 pm (UTC)
quartermaster_q: (side)
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Slipping free, Q settled in on the bed beside Bond, holding on and wrapping one arm around him.

He meant to say something more, but sleep came fast, stealing him away as he went lax and boneless at Bond's side.

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