Think Like An Agent (Book One)

"There's No Business, Like Spy Business."

Q walked slowly down the hallway until he found the appropriate conference room. He slowly turned the knob and entered to M's stern facial expression.

"Where the hell have you been Q?" She barked. Q placed his belongings on the table and muttered a response. "Traffic M'am". She then looked down at her files. The next person to enter late was none other than double 007 himself.

"About bloody time Bond! What's your excuse?" Bond became pale in the face "eating groceries M'am" Bond said smiling wily. M placed her hands on her face and stared at the table. "You are such a playboy," she whispered.

The meeting went smoothly. Bond was counting ceiling tiles while the rest of the board discussed the daily news and the Queen's plans for MI-6.

"We believe that Spectre is hiding out in Havana, Cuba . We will need to send in two agents for the job and I believe that Bond and Johnson will be good choices. Will you be telling her 007?" Q spoke up " I'll break the news to her. We trust each other; We are friends."

" *Cough* More than friends," said James from the opposite end of the table. M jerked her head towards him "BOND!" He replied with a smirk.

"I don't quite know what you were playing at back there Bond, but you about broke our cover! M can't ever know!"

"You should have used protection than...Q!"

"fuck you. We should have never invited you to the wedding."

"I was only kidding Q! M won't know. She doesn't suspect you of anything anyway, she's too concerned about me."

Q walked off in an utter fury as James stood laughing behind him.

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Clara roamed the halls searching for her new classes at university. She studied her maps and soon found her first class ; a history course. Clara chose a desk and took her seat just as the rest of her class was shuffling in. Clara was looking at her notes on the class when she suddenly heard a ruckus outside in the hall. A blonde girl with a Tiffany and Co bangle on her wrist and Gucci designer school uniform took a seat next to Clara. "Skyler Kingston." Clara thought to herself. She had tormented her through high school but this was taking it to another level. What had she done to deserve this?

Clara tried her best to ignore Skyler as best as she could while the teacher taught the class about King George VI. For the moment it seemed Skyler had not even recognized Clara. Perhaps she would never have to face her?