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Filming had begun and James was staunch in his insistence this was the last one. The media kept harping on the end of his era, on if he'd cameo, who might be the next hot actor to take on the role. For his part, he didn't care. He'd had his fill.

It was moments like now, dressed head to toe in an obnoxious green spandex body suit with a few motion capture dots on his face. Making films hadn't been like this when he'd started. James recalled practical effects. Now, though...

"Everything's CGI," he grumbled into his paper cup of tea while he waited to be called to place.

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Q didn't like being on set, but for scenes like this things had to be perfect, and some of the markers just weren't picking up properly. Q thought it might be an alignment issue, and reluctantly made his way over.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Bond, I just need to adjust some of the markers. It'll only take a moment," he assured him.