Despite the horror of recent weeks, it is quiet in Q Branch.
The world is regrouping, deciding its next move.
Bond is in Shanghai, tracking down Patrice. Q, is in his office, preparing for the next fallout he knows is imminent. The enemies of the West never sleep, they merely give you enough space to catch your breath before they stick the knife in.
Well. Having a twin like Alex meant a knife in the front was worth two in the back.
He looked at the phone he’d refused to acknowledge for two days now, semi-abandoned on the desk in the corner of his office, the evidence of his brother’s tryst with 007 there in all its digital glory, yet to be viewed.