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"Q could do it," Tanner had suggested, prompting the young Quartermaster to look up from what he was doing and frown deeply.

"He certainly could not," the fluffy haired boffin replied blandly, shooting Tanner a look, then returning his attention to his laptop. "Besides, I don't go into the field without double-o seven."

It wasn't even official work they were talking about. Q Branch had simply gotten wind that a certain soviet agent was in town, apparently not on business, and at some point had started talking about how useful it might be to bug his personal laptop before five worked out he was here and got to him first. It had started off as light banter, a joke even, but it had gotten more and more serious as the time passed. Serious enough that someone had opened the man's file and had started reading up on the agent in question.

"It's not the field, it's a bar," Hopper, a young tech, chimed in. "Besides, you're just his type. Go in, have a flirt, bug him, then get out."

Q scowled, but it was obvious that they weren't going to let up- And really, it wasn't a terrible idea. He didn't like going out on something like this without Bond, but Bond wasn't in the office right now. He'd have to do this alone.

"Fine," Q eventually agreed with a sigh. "I'll do it."

That was how he wound up in a dreadful bar, sitting at a filthy table beside a large man who was attempting to get him very drunk.

"Oh, just one more, come on," the man insisted, putting another beer down in front of Q.

His head was already spinning, and he knew if he drank any more he wouldn't be sober enough to do what needed to be done. His fingers grazed over his ear, tapping the device that sat inside as he assured the man he couldn't have another drop, hoping to alert his team that he needed some help- Except there was nothing. No static, no sound at all.

"What's wrong?" the Russian asked, his tone calm as his arm snaked around Q. "Can your friends not hear you any more?"

Q's pulse fluttered, and he tensed as he felt a small blade press against his side.

"You're right, you've had enough to drink," the man whispered. "Let's get out of here, hmm?"

Getting to his feet, Q let the man guide him, though the young Quartermaster moved slowly, scanning the crowd for help. He'd known this was a dreadful idea, and the moment he got away from the bastard he was going to march right back to Q branch and tell them all what a bunch of idiots they were.

(OTA! Feel free to have your pup notice the hidden knife, or not notice and simply approach Q by chance.)

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From:

ilowell

First, Lowell was pretty surprised he could recognize the glint of a knife so instinctively.

Second, when he looked up from the sliver of visible blade to the man who was holding it against the young man's side, he knew even more. Their eyes locked for a second, and Lowell was thrown violently into a vision. And it was some seriously fucked up Spy vs Spy action that ended in the guy in the bar snapping his neck.

When he blinked the vision away, the man (and his prisoner) had moved a couple of seats farther away, and Lowell (clearly not thinking straight) scrambled up and followed after them. Oh, shit. Oh shit oh shit. Russian spy brains? Really? Really?

Third, Lowell apparently spoke Russian now and it just came out automatically, like word vomit. "Hey Bach, I think you've uh, got a phone call or something - " In flawless Russian, except awkward as hell. Though the worse part of the word vomit was that as soon as he said it he realized that Bach wasn't the guy's name, it was his code name.

He wasn't really sure where he'd expected to go with this. This wasn't the first time he'd had some ill advised bout of impulsive white knight syndrome.

From:

0_0_7

Bond had come into Six and heard about what had happened and with a scowl and a curse he'd gone to the bar in question. He was ready to shoot someone and he didn't particularly care who- M, Tanner, the mark, whoever. But he didn't have his gun out as he walked in.

He was utterly out of place with his fine suit and titanium watch. He looked around and saw Q and a large man, and he saw a blade. He moved forward and was blocked by a woman who had a smile and a chat up line and when he tried to move off her pimp stepped up to challenge him for being rude and not giving her the time. By the time he'd sorted out that mess and made it to the alley he knew he may well have lost the pair.

From:

codenameathos

If there was one thing Athos was good at spotting, it was the flash of a blade, no matter how discreet it was. He'd been on the move before Q looked around for help, so that all he would have seen was the back of a patron heading out of the pub. The last thing he would have wanted was for the quartermaster to unwillingly betray his presence to the Russian agent.

Trust Six to mess up something so simple as this.

Athos waited until the two men walked out of the pub, and pulled the exact same trick on the Russian as he had pulled on Q, his own blade pressed in the perfect spot to be able to pierce his kidney. "Now, now," he stated quietly, his voice dangerous, as he remained on his guard in case the Russian was not alone. "I suggest you let him go."