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[Joyce Carrington]

*009 turns to 004 and whispers*

"You buy us the first three rounds... and I'm sure we can make a deal."

*Turns back to 003 and smiles innocently*

[Matt O'S oo4]

Yes, ma'am.

Opens the front door of his Lagonda for 009. Looks at 003 and shrugs.

Pops open the back door for 003. I guess the evening is on me, old man.

003 gets in the back seat behind 009.

004 walks around the car and gets in.

004 leaves the MI6 parking lot in the usual manner. With a number of auto techs cursing and a few tools spinning in the air.

Standard. Routine. Blah.

You have a preference in pubs, 009? Do you prefer 009 or would you prefer to be called by your given name?

004 is driving through early evening traffic rather quickly but confidently.

004 looks at her for what seems too long a period of time and swerves around a mini and past a milk truck without breaking eye contact.

Your choice of course....

[Joyce Carrington]

*Joyce wakes up in armchair in her office*

"Headache..."

*Grabs bottle of Scotch on desk*

"That's better..."

*realises where she is*

"Wait a minute... How did I..."

*chokes on Scotch when she notices right drawer in desk is open*

"Oh darn..."

*searches drawer*

"Hmm... vodka... cherries... loveletters... Bond's loveletters... must tell Xen sometime... grenade... pin... WHOA!"

*throws grenade into Molly's office*

"Ah well."

*continues search as office across the corridor explodes*

"... Walther... wedding ring...""

*frowns*

"Not mine... wait, Vegas flashback... nah, it couldn't have been... but no photos. Come on, Joyce, THINK! What happened last night?"

*is so busy concentrating she doesn't notice Molly running through the corridor with hair on fire*

"There was a car... 004 asked what he should call me... my response was: "My friends call me Joyce." Hmm... how original. Pub. Good pub. Beer... beer.. beer... scotch... hmm. 003 and.. tobasco... again? But the photographs? And how did I end up here?"

*leans back in chair and pulls left drawer in desk open, filled with more photos, mostly of 003 and 004*
*grins*

[DLibrasnow]

Did someone say beer??

[Genrewriter]

009, I would like to send you the cleaning bill for my new suit, evidently a grenade was tossed into Dr. Warmflash's office while we were discussing some matters and I seem to now be the owner of a suit that is covered in a mixture of shaving cream and tabasco sauce, not to mention that it also smells of dog poo.

[Matt O'S oo4]

Originally posted by Genrewriter
009, I would like to send you the cleaning bill for my new suit, ...I seem to now be the owner of a suit that is covered in a mixture of shaving cream and tabasco sauce, not to mention that it also smells of dog poo.

Awww, come on G....don't give the lady a hard time.

Now, I remember MY first REAL suit and I'm sure it means a lot to you, but, *ahem* I don't think that either shaving cream or tabasco will show on that suit, anyway.

Cleaning bill?? Were so impressed. My good sir, when have you started cleaning? 004 winks and smiles.

Give it a rest ya bum. Coffee's ready.

If we all pissed and moaned about our clothes everytime they got a little damaged, we sure as hell wouldn't have lasted in this business.

See's 003.

Morning!

[DLibrasnow]

Put it on your expense account....all in the line of work...

[Genrewriter]

Good point, I did get it on sale anyhow.

*Pours cup of coffee, grabs a donut and heads to his office to change into a pair of shorts and t-shirt.*

Ah, what a start to the morning.

*Opens desk and begins to clean PPK.*

[DLibrasnow]

G...I hear rumblings that a storm may be brewing over at SPECTRE headquarters....Apparently 003 dropped by last night for a nightcap and kidnapped Mr. Bigglesworth...

[Genrewriter]

I'm on it.

*Loads gun and throws a jacket over his shorts and t-shirt.*

I'll have to track down 003 first...

*Gets to parking lot and gets into his Vanquish, peeling out at about 30 mph.*

Attendant: You son of a @#@%&!

*G. puts a radar trace on 003 from the car.*

Hmm, nothing. Oh, wait a sec...

*Picks up phone*

004, where did you drop 003 last night?

[DLibrasnow]

Go get him G, I'll coordinate things from the office...

[DLibrasnow]

-- i.e. snack on some donuts and coffee before taking a mid-morning nap

[Genrewriter]

Sounds good, D.

*Hangs up the phone and resumes radar trace. Glances in rearview mirror as a black sedan tailgates him*

Hmm, pushy driver?

*Speeds up a bit, the sedan matchers his speed, lightly tapping his rear fender.*

OK, option B.

*Suddenly slams on brakes but the sedan swerves out of the way.*

Option C it is, I guess.

*Opens fire with machine guns, sherdding one of the sedan's tires. G. glances over and sees another sedan coming up behind the first one. G. pulls his gun and fires into the door of the first sedan, causing it to veer off. The second sedan comes up and rams the rear fenader, causing G. to go into a spin.*

*G hits the brakes and throws the car into reverse, nearly creaming another car. G. opens fire with a missile that blows trhe first sedan into oblivion.*

*Second sedan blasts towards G. with a gunman hanging out of the passenger window. G. opens fire with his PPK, hitting the gunman in the chest. The driver of the sedan stops the car and backs up. G. does the same and revs the engine. The two cars speed towards each other.*

Eeenie...

*The cars get closer to each other.*

Meanie...

*G reaches for camoflague button.*

Minie...

*As the cars are ab9out to hit, G. presses the button, rendering the Vanquish invisible. The sedan loses control and smashes into the retaining wall.*

Hey Moe!

*G turns the Vanquish around and rams into the driver's side door, smashing him into the next world. The man's arm falls out of the window, showing the SPECTRE ring.*

Well, I guess that would be a clue.

[Bryce (003)]

*Bryce climbs out of the boot of 004's Lagonda*

Let see....Rubs eyes....Pub, 004, Joyce, pints....scotch...more pints....Owww!

*discovers one of 009's heels in shoulder holster*

Where the hell's my Browning?

*Goes back to Lagonda's boot*

Ahhhh. *retrieves pistol wrapped in satin thong*

Victoria's Secret silk collection. Nice sense of style.

*Grabs coffee. Heads for elevator, goes up to office. Stops at 009's office.*

Um....Morning dear...I...er..found...this when I came to in 004's car....Do I even want to know how it ended up around my...er...weapon...no...pistol...um...ah..Sidearm.

*Places thong on desk. 009 gives him a very puzzled look.*

Midnight blue....lovely color.

[Athena007]

--Athena [moneypenny] stops typing for a moment and leans her elbows on her desk, chin resting on her hands--

*sigh* --thinks to herself-- 007, off again with another woman, why does he toy with my heart so?

[Joyce Carrington]

Bryce, why are you placing Molly's thong on my desk?

[Genrewriter]

*Re-enters headquarters and wipes car debris off his jacket.*

Morning, Moneypenny.

*Sees 003 stepping into his office, holding his head.*

I guess you and 009 had a good evening. Seen 004 anywhere? By the way, SPECTRE will p[robably be attacking later in the day. I had a bit of a runin this morning.

[Bryce (003)]

Apologies dear....I just don'r remeber Molly being with us last night.

*Takes thong down to G*

Molly's? Found it in 004's car.

[Athena007]

Oh, goodmorning G. If that's what it actually is... a GOOD morning. Seems like everyone had a bit of fun last night except me.

[Matt O'S oo4]

Originally posted by Genrewriter
004, where did you drop 003 last night?

I believe he's still in the car.

I seem to remember him with someone.....damn that was a hell of a evening. 009 can sure sock it away. I carried her into her office and left there to recover.....but, who did we meet at the pub?

Ah, oh, well.

004

[Bryce (003)]

I was.....Wanker.....

Morning....

*notices Moneypenny looking a bit pouty*

What's the matter luv?

*realizing*

Someone's not come in yet....Neither has Xenobia.....Hmmmm.

*gives Moneypenny a quick hug*

Cheer up. How about lunch with 004 & I?

No pub. A REAL restaurant...Tablecloths and silver.

What do you say 004?

[Genrewriter]

Seems he got out. I'll give Molly her thong back at lunch. Thanks, 003.

If it makes you feel any better Moneypenny, my fun didn't begin until this morning. Although, I do seem to have no recollection of last night. One minute I'm with Dr. Warmflash, the next minute I wake up in a dirty, smelly suit. Come to think of it, maybe I did have fun last night. Sorry.

[Matt O'S oo4]

I can definately go for that.

"Uh....can I bring potato head?" pointing at G.

004

[Bryce (003)]

Sure, wouldn't be lunch without a potato head.

What do you say Moneypenny? You can pick the cuisine and the locale.

[Genrewriter]

Hey, my head isn't that bad looking!

Sounds good, one potato head coming up.

[Matt O'S oo4]

"We'll even let you eat in relative safety - about 85%!"

"You can't beat an offer like that."

Turns to 003, whispering, "Please don't tell 006 where we're going. I just had the car cleaned."

Smiles politely at Athena.

"Well, shall we?"

004

[Genrewriter]

Relative safety works for me. Too much safety makes me jumpy.

[Bryce (003)]

"Guns make me nervous..."

OK...they don't....

*003 finishes applying a liberal amount of contact cement to the toilet seat in 006's office*

I think he'll be stuck in the office today. No worries.

Italian, Mexican, Chinese?

Any votes?

[Matt O'S oo4]

GREAT!!

Looks at 003, his eyes stretch wide for a moment.: "Hey, laughing boy, put potato head in the car. Its time to roll."

004 thinks for a sec....

"Where is 009? Uh...wait a minure....she might not be up to lunch after last nights little debacle. Let me go and check in her office."

004 walks casually to 009's office.

006 is limping past 004 with a bucket stuck on his foot, looking pissed.

001's office door is ajar and it looks as though he is hanging upside down from the ceiling. He is apparently very professionally wrapped in duct tape which is being ripped off by two other field agents, causing 001 to grunt each time. The men are giggling.

A cleaning crew is removing the debris and rebuilding Molly Warmflash's office. Hmmm....don't remember that....oh, well....they are inspecting a number of expensive looking undergarments scattered about the wreckage.

004 knocks on 009's office door. "You okay."

Small groan from within.....

"Up for a spot of lunch?"

Silence.

Suddently, three shots are fired over 004's head.

004 stands, unflinching.

"Okay, hope you feel better."

004 casually walks back to 003.

"Hm, I guess not."

[Matt O'S oo4]

Originally posted by Genrewriter
Hey, my head isn't that bad looking!

Sounds good, one potato head coming up.

"Now, G....don't sell yourself short!"

"You've got a tremendous head."

"Just POP that mustache off and lets do lunch."

Looks at 003, "NO fries for him."

004