Q was laughing, laughing, as pulled his hand back.
“Thoughts?” Bond said, the humour in his tone evident but somewhat lost on the Quartermaster.
“Fake… Fake wound!” he giggled. “There is only one bullet that could leave that scar…”
Bond sighed, with all the knowing intent of a cocky bastard. “Well yes,” he said, “a bullet created by Q Branch and shot by R.”
Q’s laugh came an abrupt end.
“You mean she didn’t tell you?” Bond’s grin was intolerable.