The two remaining men lowered their guns and raised their hands in surrender- Just as the police finally came through the doors.

Q seemed to relax then, making his way over to Bond.

"Do you think it's terribly hard to get blood out of a cashmere blend?" he asked, looking down at the small splatter near his collar as he spoke. "It's not an issue I've ever encountered before. Can't imagine my dry cleaner will be pleased."