OTA

[quartermaster_q]

Outside of work, outside of his relationship with James, and outside of the various naughty activities (both online and off) he got up to in his spare time, Q lived a fairly normal life. He rode the tube, picked up his shopping, took care of his beloved cat... Normal things. Boring things. ...Things that kept him grounded at least somewhat in the world all the normals and civilians called home. It was nice, usually- A tiny escape from the reality he knew.

Though it was also, on occasion, painfully dull- And living in said world meant dealing with normal inconveniences, like going to the bank- and having said bank held up when all you wanted to do was deposit a bloody check- Something you could have done online if their website hadn't been so bloody rubbish.

He was sitting on the floor, along with several other hostages, watching as four armed men shouted at the two cashiers and the bank manager. They wore masks, so Q didn't feel as though he was in any intimidate danger (more likely to just take the money and run than shoot), but he was feeling a touch inconvenienced. The sooner this was over, the better.

Slipping his hand casually into his pocket, he sent off three texts.

The first went to Bond:

If you're not terribly busy, perhaps you could come fetch me? 4m4g17hSparrow

The next went out to all of Q branch:

Activate LCCTV44670. Thank you. - Q

The last went out to a special list he'd compiled of local agents and officers. Not just five and six, but anyone he'd deemed competent and worthy of a small amount of trust:

If anyone would be so kind, I could use a little help. Code 8967-793Q

With any luck, this would all be sorted soon enough.

(Open to all! If you are police/agent/whatever feel free to assume you got Q's text (and that the code given lets you know who he is and why you should go get him). If you are none of those things, feel free to be a hostage as well, or simply passing by! I'd prefer if no one got hurt or anything (it's just meant to be a tiny bit of excitement), but if you really want your pup to get hurt, that's fine.)

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[codenameathos]

Normally, Five didn't bother with bank robberies. That was what the Met was for. But the Musketeers had got a text from a Six quartermaster, and everything had happened fairly quickly after that. They were now standing at the back entrance of the bank in question, three men in casual clothes.

'Police reinforcement is on their way. ETA five minutes,' the analyst on the other end of their comms told them.

"Let's make the most of those five minutes," Athos casually suggested. "And let's try not to kill any of the four of them, shall we." He meant the bank robbers, of course, whose number they knew thanks to CCTV footage from inside the bank (amateurs, honestly, to leave the cameras in one piece).

[0_0_7]

Ever the faithful hound, Bond got the message and raced to the scene. There were police, a strike team, members of Five and Six. He smiled to himself at the thought of the poor bastards inside having the human half of Q's arsenal dropped down on them.

Bond walked up the the man who appeared to be in charge of tactical and spoke with him about going in. The plan wa simple and totally by the book. Bond took it all in and nodded. But as he walked away he decided a different approach was in order and he walked for the doors-

- and straight into the bank.

He stood like a wall as the panicked robbers wheeled on him.