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Hunting down these sorts of men, the kind who bought and sold the innocent, seemed to be a pet project for Bond, and while Q wasn't totally sure what had inspired the man's mission, he respected it.

The first time they'd followed a lead like this, it hadn't gone as hoped. Though this time around at least Q was prepared to play the part. Currently he was alone in the bar, deliberately dressed a bit younger than usual, his glasses swapped out for contacts, and his hair styled in a way that made him look younger.

Q looked young anyway, but like this he truly looked too young to be a bloody quartermaster.

This was just reconnaissance though. They knew their target frequented the bars on this street, and Q's job tonight was to simply catch his interest. He had tanner in his ear, Eve on his phone sending texts, and he wouldn't have been surprised if Bond was listening or watching as well. Though he was sure they were all bored out of their mind right now. There was no sign of their mark, and he was yet to be approached by anyone who might be involved in the ring. ...Or anyone, for that matter.

(OTA! Q is kinda on the job right now, so expect him to play a part, even if you know him. Your pup can be mistaken for the target, an associate of the target, or just get have a nice chat. If you're in the mood your character can even mistake Q for an actual possible victim/target. The choice is yours.)

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"That's the bit that sounds lonely," Oliver confirmed, although there was no judgement in his appreciation. They simply functioned differently. "I haven't worked alone in years."

"It's not for everyone," Q shrugged. "I enjoy being alone with my thoughts though."

"That is where we differ," Oliver stated evenly. "How is your wrist?"

"Sore, but I still have full range of motion in my hand," Q replied, glad the man had grabbed for his normal hand and not the one that had been... Improved, after being badly damaged.

"You ought to put some ice on it, at least," Oliver advised.

"Oh? Don't fuss me too much, Oliver. I might start mistaking you for a friend," Q teased mildly, looking at the other agent, then looking at his visibly swollen wrist.

"There's a chemical ice pack in the top drawer of that desk. Fetch that and I'll find a brace. You can help me slip it on."

"Your well-being is in the interest of queen and country," Oliver added on his usual dispassionate tone, even as he went to fetch the ice pack. He punched it once as he walked back to Q, efficiently enough to immediately set it to cool.

Q thanked him with a nod, offering the brace and extending his arm so the other man could help.

Oliver abandoned the pack to finish icing up, and put the brace on Q in the meantime, careful not to jostle his injured wrist. He wasn't as good at this as Vincent, of course, but he had basic first aid field training, and he paid attention.

"Thank you," Q replied softly, flexing his fingers once the brace was on.

"What was the problem with the earpiece?" Oliver asked with a nod towards Q's worktable. He was curious how long it would take for anyone from Six to contact the quartermaster, since they had lost contact a while ago; unless Q had made contact without Oliver noticing, and then he was even more curious.

"Faulty wiring," Q frowned. "Here, look," he said, moving the magnifying glass so Oliver could see.

As for making contact, There was no way tanner hadn't spotted him making his way back via CCTV. The fact that the man hadn't reached out most likely meant someone was on their way to make contact directly at the lab.

"No tampering?" Oliver checked, which was what he had really been asking, rather than the specific cause of the dysfunction.

"No. ...Though I share your suspicions. This may not be as good as one of my own, but total failure is still rare," Q frowned.

"I know there's dissension in your ranks, but that would be taking it several steps too far," Oliver remarked evenly.

"If it were your mission to stop me, to get me out of the way, would any step be a step too far?" Q asked.

"Giving someone in Six that mission is what constitutes many steps too far," Oliver replied. "I meant it. If you need backup, we can help."

And they would be more reliable by far than Q's current colleagues, apparently.

"I might take you up on that offer yet. Though I imagine if there is anyone who needs your aid more than myself, it's Bond. ...I don't recall if you've met or not," he added.

"We've met," Oliver confirmed dryly. "You were poisoned and only half conscious at the time." Oliver was not sure how he felt about helping the double-0 agent. He was even more reckless than the three of them put together, which was saying quite a lot.

Q nodded, then wet his lips. "I know he can be a bit gruff and old fashioned, but he's a good man, Oliver. ...And he's in far more danger than me right now. They want him gone."

"We can't do anything outside the territory," Oliver pointed out. There was only so much even they could stretch the rules. "Would he even take our help?"

"I'm aware of your limitations, the greatest threats to him are right here in England though," Q nodded. "And... Yes, I think he would. I think he's ready to take any help offered."

Oliver was quiet for a few seconds. "I will talk to the others," he finally stated. "If they're amenable, we ought to meet." Without letting either Five or Six know (Treville would know, of course).

"That can be arranged," Q assured him, nodding and looking at the damaged device again.

Oliver was quiet a little while longer, then finished his drink and headed over to set it down in a nearby sink. "Thank you for the drink."

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