"Q, you'll be in my brain round the clock. Surely you can think of something," he laughed.

Bond didn't have a tell, but for those who knew him, there were little hints at his nerves. The quality of his laugh, the carriage of his shoulders, the hesitation that simply did not exist normally before a breath.

He needed to figure out a way out of this agreement.

Death. So far death was his only solution.