ummmm. this 007 narry sounds amazing :(
~ ~ intrigue ~ ~
“What have you got for me?” 007 asks.
Harry grins and slides his hair up into a quick bun like he does when he’s ready to go into Full Quartermaster Mode. “This, my lovely Double-O, is a Bogota Titan Lock Pick.”
He pulls out a thin, black strip of twisted metal and pauses, tilting forward onto the balls of his feet. He loves the dramatics, loves being asked questions so he can spout off information simply to demonstrate he’s learned it.
007 humors him because he’s a good lad. “And what is a Bogota Titan Lock Pick?”
“So glad you asked. It is a lock pick specifically crafted from aircraft grade Titanium and have a limited magnetic footprint. This means it is virtually undetectable by your strongest metal detectors. The size of a pen for easy carrying and disguising, with all the strength of your favorite fighter jet. The Bogota Titan Lock Pick.”
Harry flips it in his hand, but it falls through his fingers, clattering onto the floor with a bigger thump than seems appropriate for it’s size. Harry ducks down and swoops back up with the pick in his hand and a burn on his cheeks.
007, for his part, looks amused. If Harry’d pulled anything like that with his last Double-O, he’d have been reassigned in a heartbeat.
Harry clears his throat, pockets the pick, and says, “Let me tell you about this lipstick flame thrower.”