Greer was a skilled man, very skilled, his mind was his ultimate weapon, his memory was photographic to a point where it was scary, his fellow co workers very rarely associated with him, even during his initial training from his military service to his current free license. He believed it was a joke being played on him on his birthday but it was true, it was one of the most powerful conditions a living human could achieve and according to Greer, he never felt qualified for this. A total License, free from guilt. Greer accepted it welcomingly.
It was cold at 2AM. Greer checked his watch again, he knew what the time was, it was simply a habit. His gloved middle finger pushed his cuff back a little revealing his gold watch, it read 1:59....2:00AM. He exhaled and his breath appeared before him. He looked again at his targets incoming location, an empty spot for a luxury boat, several boats were empty, others had passengers, partying, music loud, unethical to Greer. From the top of the building Greer shifted his stationed weapon to the left and peered in through the eyepiece, dancers popped up like giants, several were drinking, he spotted the most beautiful woman on the boat and pretended to pull the trigger then he would imagine the commotion, it brought a smile to his face.
"Your life is a waste" he whispered. Greer did not like anyone who wasted their lives and was a believer in getting rid of the useless, the worthless, the recordless humans, people who contributed to absolutely zero, he felt he would be doing the world a favour, and his own. If he did fire he would not be prosecuted, sent to prison, he had a License to Kill.
It was 1979 and Dunbar Harbour had gotten several unidentifiable men passing through. And one man in particular was on Greer's list, he had not arrived yet. At his right side was a small pathetic looking wooden chair, something a wooden doll would be placed on, but this time it held a plastic cup, filled with warm tea. His journey to the Harbour in a brand new Aston Martin DBS, supplied by the MI6 was floored all the way. Before he was given the keys to the car he had to talk to one man, a man named Q, who was also known as Quincy, the name Greer had given him.
A flash of light in the darkness caught his eye, it appeared three more times then it stopped. Greer smiled.
"About bloody time" he said.
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James Bond 007 : TimeFire
FanfictionOn a secret Mission James Bond is ultimately betrayed by the very Government he had sworn to protect. With a Country out to kill him, James Faces his deadliest enemy yet. Cast : James Bond Greer Vana M Q/Quincy Moneypenny
