OTA

[quartermaster_q]

He was a good boy these days. He did his work, came home to Bond, fed his cats... Went to bed early when he could, ate his vegetables... He was polite, polished... Professional. 

 

But he hadn't always been. 

 

His laptop offered a glimpse at who he'd once been- Not even the content, just the shell. The stickers and the obvious scuffs and marks. They showed a past Q tended to keep to himself. Though Bond knew some of it. More than most.

 

Sitting in a small cafe, watching a pair of business men tapping away on their iphones and talking loudly about acquisitions and stocks, Q found himself wishing he was a little less polished- That he wasn't obligated to keep out of trouble... And then one of them laughed so loudly that a passing server nearly dropped her tray, and Q suddenly didn't care about behaving, or what was proper for a Quartermaster.

 

Within moments he was into everything. Emails, social media, chat logs, stock portfolios. Everything.

 

One man, it turned out, was not the scum bag he presented himself as. He was pitiable, honestly. Recently divorced, attempting to re-mortgage his home for the third time. Bordering on broke, and on the verge of losing his job. ...He didn't deserve the Quartermaster's wrath. The other man, however- Well, he was a different story.

 

Married, for the third time. Lawyered up enough that he had somehow managed to wriggle out of paying child support for his two eldest children. His third wife was barely out of her teens, and he was cheating on her with at least three other women- No, two women- The third was little more than a girl still. Q didn't have to dig deep to find dirty secrets- Which was good, since he wasn't sure he could stomach digging any deeper.

 

Q had three options here. Social ruin, financial bankruptcy, or to rain down complete havoc on his career and future.

 

Or, perhaps it was four- He could do nothing. He could close his laptop and allow the man to continue on with his miserable cesspool of a life. That was an option too, he supposed.

 

(OTA! Find Q in a cafe, contemplating ruining a man's life. Feel free to influence him as you see fit. :D)