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[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.)

Comments

[codenameporthos]

"Not for the world," Porthos said, expression a perfect match. He liked this one--must bet he fellow who'd tipped them off, to be so cheeky after that.

[codenameathos]

"Porthos, Aramis, meet Q," Athos did away with the necessary introductions with his usual nonchalant aplomb. The single letter said it all, really.

[quartermaster_q]

Q took them in one at a time, studying them curiously, then offering a small nod.

"A pleasure to meet you all," he replied. "When you came in, I'll admit, I was a touch concerned I might wind up with blood on my new cardigan- What a pleasant surprise to be leaving with my wardrobe still spotless, and my limbs all still attached. Perhaps I might repay you all with a drink?"

[codenamearamis]

"I think you're confusing us with Six," Aramis quipped when Q commented about his concerns for his cardigan.

[codenameporthos]

Porthos gave Aramis his patented "Good one, mate" look, eyebrows up, grin in full force, then looked back to Q. "But glad to save the day, all the same. And it is a nice cardigan."

Not that Porthos had ever owned on in his life.

[codenameathos]

There might have been a very faint twitch to Athos's lips when Aramis gave voice to his very thought on the matter, but it was gone almost as soon as it appeared. "Lovely," he evenly confirmed, only playing into the banter because it was Porthos and Aramis - and with only a single word, at that.

[quartermaster_q]

"A cashmere blend," Q replied, looking down at the cardigan in question, then nodding. "Let's see if we can slip off then, before the police start pestering us," he decided, moving towards the back of the bank to slip out that way.

[codenameathos]

When Q strode away, Athos turned to his colleagues, eyebrows raised in an inquisitive expression, the sort that seemed to say, yes, he's Six (and a very odd young man), but there is alcohol involved, and we are as off duty as we ever get.

They knew that look well by now.

[codenamearamis]

Aramis shrugged the unconcerned shrug of a man who was game for anything. "At best we'll end up in a bar fight. At worst, we'll have to pay for our own drinks."

[codenameporthos]

"We better not have to pay for our own drinks," Porthos said, grinning. The fight, now that was all right!

Let's find out what this Six bloke is about then. Or at least hit him up for a few quick ones.

[quartermaster_q]

"I wouldn't offer you a drink and then ask you to pull out your wallets," Q assured them. After all, as antisocial as he could be, he was rarely outright rude- And money was of little concern to him anyway.

"You all must have been fairly close by, I hope I wasn't interrupting- Well, whatever it is five is up to lately," he said.

[codenameathos]

"We were in the neighbourhood," Athos confirmed evenly, not bothering to address the last of Q's words. He didn't believe he was even really fishing for information; the set-up was far too obvious.

[codenamearamis]

Aramis smirked, "It's a terrible habit of ours."