Valentin signaled for one of the men following to hurry after Q, but the
crowd was just thick enough to slow him down.
Bond's phone chimed Q's ringtone and he answered. It was the wrong time of
day for a call, he knew.
"What's wrong?" he said instead of hello, already on his way to the car.
"Q! Q! Tell me where you are!" he shouted into the phone, in the car with
the engine on.
"I'll meet you on the Waterloo platform. If you change course, call me
back," Bond said, then hung up and raced through the busy London streets to
the platform to intercept Q...and perhaps those after him.
Bond spotted him right away and moved to intercept him. He fell in with the
businessmen and eased in next to Q.
"Right on time. Are they behind us?" he asked without looking at Q. In his
suit he blended right in.
"Let's get to the car and see if anyone comes up," Bond said, hurrying him
up to the street and then to the car parked nearby.
"Right over there," he pointed, looking around as well to see if anyone
stood out. He didn't see anyone who looked particularly focused on Q. He
hit the fob and the car chirped and unlocked. Bond slipped into the
"Belt on," he said once they were in.
"That's one of Valentin Zukovsky's men," Bond said. "You've seen him. The
fat Russian, caviar baron...and criminal. Arms, drugs, girls. I wonder why
he wants you..."
"No, I can't imagine it is," Bond said, then sedately pulled into traffic
and drove them away from the threat.
"Are you all right?" he asked, hoping the man wasn't too upset by the
"I believe that's the best idea you've ever had," Bond said, smiling a
little at his own wit. "Now that you're safe and sound, were you going to
do anything or were you just going home?"
"No, I'm still sitting on my hands. All of the double-o's are. C's vetoing
almost every mission, choosing to use drones and such," he said with just a
touch of bitterness. "I was rather looking forward to a night in. Or out.
As long as it's with you."
"Take away or shall we cook?" Bond asked, quite calm in appearance though Q
knew him well enough to know he's just love to take out Valentin's
"Whichever," Q replied, sounding a touch distracted as he glanced in the
mirror again and frowned.
"Red car," he said simply, sure Bond needed no more explanation than that.