[ So I managed to pick up an old WIR magazine from the store today and it’s got a comic adaptation of the entire movie in it! The art is pretty great and I may just have to scan some of it to use as icons. ]
mouse (or several) gets into Q branch. 00Q please but who starts
screaming like a wimp and jumps on the table is up to you! Thank you!
Ehehe, I had fun. Jen.
was almost inevitable.
were not known for hygiene, cleanliness, or common sense. The
cleaners had long since abandoned them – they felt it something of
a waste of time, especially when they were yelled at perpetually for
moving things a quarter of an inch, even if there were coffee stains
the size of Spain – and so Q-branch had fallen into disrepair
somewhat. Especially the workshop.
I think we might have a problem,” R reported. “Things have
been… chewed on, a bit. I think the mice are back.”
was quite an achievement, given that rat poison had been placed more
or less everywhere. Tenacious little buggers.
sighed. “Alright then, we’re going to have to scale things up a
notch. I want full scanning in here, life signs registered and every
single hole that they could
get through documented and filled as required.”
nodded, and went off the delegate the not-very-exciting task to one
of the lesser minions.
were certainly in hand, at least.
course, nobody could have anticipated Bond’s response:
fucking Christ what the fuck
is that doing in here,” he yelped – yes, yelped – and scrambled
away at high speed, straight onto Q’s desk. “This is a fucking
how is it even possible
we’re more or less below water level, and this place is extremely
old,” Q pointed out, smirking. “Of course we have vermin issues.
It’s being dealt with, though. Where did you see it?”
just ran over my fucking foot.”
of the minions glanced up. “Oh excellent – which direction did it
mutely pointed a finger. The minion smiled happily, and returned to
whatever in the hell he was doing with a device containing a wide and
imaginative array of colours. It beeped. Bond was still mostly
so I’m guessing you’re scared of mice?” Q asked, not bothering to
contain his still very active smirk. Bond’s lethal glare was doing
nothing to dilute it. “Really? You’re one of the highest ranking
secret agents in the UK, and you’re scared of mice?”
glare was stellar. “I’m allowed to have fears, am I not?” he
asked rhetorically; he seemed to finally be moving from his paralytic
fear-induced state, “and yes. Mice are not my favourite things in
the world, especially when they’re unexpected.”
smirk finally developed into an all-out snort of laughter. “Superb,”
he grinned. “This is hilarious,
you realise? And is probably going viral already?”
will kill anybody who distributes this information,” Bond growled.
And meant it, judging by his expression.
of the minions sank deeper into her chair, and tried very hard to
can probably get off the table now.”
looked at Q for a long moment.
he sank down back to the floor.
moment he hit the ground, he all but sprinted
out of the workshop, leaving Q and the minions to burst into cackling
“Its not just the recent injury. Since last season I have been experiencing pain in my right foot which has constantly bothered me. Unconsciously, I have been protecting this foot and it has affected my body’s balance…”
“I don’t want to go for treatment anymore.”
His expression softening, he continued-
“Therefore, now, after the end of the Olympics, there’s a great sense of relief. Until now I’ve been going for treatment daily, there’s been anxiety and my head felt constantly cluttered but its clear now and I feel relieved. Its empty now. Its been a long time since I was in such a state of mind.”
“I’m glad I continued skating until now.”
He said this calmly, quietly.
“Because I continued till now, my skating has been able to improve. When I view my past performances in my free time I can really see ‘Ah, I’ve become a better skater’, besides the jumps my skating has continued to improve. Every year, I’ve also been able to encounter good programmes.
And, from my heart I have really felt the support from many people. If I had retired after winning a medal 4 years ago, perhaps I would have been able to go on without experiencing defeat in Sochi, perhaps I would not have these thoughts of regret and embarrassment at finishing in the lowest position among the Japanese men. Still, I think it’s good that I continued. Really, its good to have continued.”
Like the sound of the rain outside, Takahashi’s words were spoken calmly with a peaceful expression.