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[codedsarcasm-archived]

     she’s been excruciatingly careful about operating under the radar  ;  so when someone grabs her arm and steers her towards an alleyway  ,  she’s both stunned and prepared to fight for her life. except when she turns to face the figure it’s  him.  she hasn’t seen him in... she’s not sure how long it’s been. he was on a different mission when she left for hers.   ❝  -------  he sent you. of course he did.  ❞

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[mynameismoneypenny]

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🤵 ❝        two hours. twenty six seconds. five milliseconds.           ❞ he muttered, glancing down to his watch for a moment before looking up at his wife. she’d told him the news that she was pregnant  — it throwing him into a bit of a tailspin as he simply held a cigarette between his lips.

❝        has it been long since you’ve known   ??           ❞

She couldn’t help but smile at his response, though it was clearly a strained look on her part, still uncertain how James was taking the news. Usually when she was stressed she would ask for a puff of his cigarette to ease the tension, but she couldn’t exactly do that now.

“Not long. I found out just before you got home from your assignment.”

[stillhavespots-a]

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    ‘ i despise being in here, moneypenny. ’ Freddie was still in the same hospital bed he had woken up in not even three days ago. his body was covered in bruises and cuts, and it was hurting. but he wasn’t one to be content with resting like this.

[mrstracybond-a]

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🔫 ❝            not get caught,            ❞ he muttered without much thought, however bond paused as the severity of the question hit him some more, frowning as he looked back to her. 

❝            .. what did you do, tracy.             ❞ he sighed, rubbing his thumb across his face —– this was going to be a long one.  

“I am insulted that you immediately assume I did something, I am innocence itself.” Tracy huffed, though really, they both knew she could do quite some damage herelf when it came down to it and she was definitely far from innocent.

“....First of all, it was not my fault, that guy came at me first and let me tell you that it was one of the most pathetic kidnapping attempts I ever experienced. And secondly, I didn’t kill him. Yet.” The poor bastard was however currently heavily sedated in a small backroom in a store owned by one of her cousins and he would stay there until she decided his fate. Which would be after work.

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❝ Short version --- not dead, really PISSED. Gonna let me in? ❞

[gunkanjiima-blog]

007-reporting replied to your post:          someone give him a break™

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               annoyed at first sight™

[littleempath-blog]

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The hotel was entirely more LAVISH than she usually allowed for but this was her first vacation in nearly a year and a half; surely she could splurge. Everything was grand and luxurious, and mostly peaceful -- so why was the room next door giving her the worst headache? Rosie couldn’t sleep. But she also couldn’t just bang on the door and tell them to quit having so many intense emotions. Well, hell.

Throwing off the covers, she trudged outside, one of those fancy hotel silk robes tied over her pajamas. She knocked on the door.

❛ Everything alright in there? ❜

[diirewulf]

007-reporting replied to your post “‘ i deserve 2be loved. pls come pet ur friendly neighborhood wuff. ’”

jems: pet pet wulf

das right gimme all dem pets

[properbastard]

brother: Goldeneye was on earlier

me: aaaw, shit--I was at work!

me: but it's okay--I bought it on iTunes.

brother: ?

me: super hd and it was $14 but it was worth it.

brother: was it worth every penny?

me: yea--

brother: was it worth every MONEYPENNY

me:

me: AOOOOOOOOOOOH

[neverwantedacrown-blog]

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♚ ¦¦    ⌠ “Mister Bond?” Everything about the middle-aged made seemed unimpressed. He certainly hoped, for once, this first impression wasn’t terribly accurate. “General Washington, from Virginia. I was told to meet with you.” ⌡ 

[stillhavespots-a]

" 007 is down "

      ‘ toby? could you please zoom in on camera … #847F8 for me?’ he asked the man in front of him while cleaning his glasses quickly before taking a closer look at the screen. ‘ it should match up with bonds coordinates if my memory is right. ’  of course his memory was right. q wanted to make sure where bond was before pulling any alarm bells (this had been done in the past one time too many).

       his bespectacled eyes were searching the footage thoroughly, half expecting to see 007 running around again, but instead they found a lifeless man. the body was lying in front of a gas station (not the glamorous death suiting for a spy like bond), covered in blood, but unmistakeably bond. ‘ is it him? ’ he asked, breathlessly while putting down his tea on toby’s desk. ‘ i’d say so, sir,’ the answer sounded and q reached for his phone dialling m’s number. his heart was pounding in his throat and he put his glasses beside his tea so he could pinch the bridge of his nose while squeezing his eyes shut, trying to clear his mind before talking to his superior.  ‘ this is q, we’ve noted 007′s change of status from alive to -’ he took a deep, shivering breath ‘ to deceased. ’

[mrstracybond-a]

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“ i am fine. it’s just some blood, james. ”

she wasn’t quite sure what was more disturbing: her lack of tears or how calm she was under the circumstances. then again, the whole thing had gone down with such ease and familiar feeling that one had to contribute it to the education that had been provided by her family. and it may very well be that those tears came with a delay, perhaps shock preventing her from being her usual more emotional self.

but who knew, really? tracy was so good at being an enigma, she often surprised herself with the things she was capable of. and it had been a while since this particular set of skills had been needed, though it had never been forgotten. one couldn’t forget it if there was a permanent bulls-eye on their back.

“ one got away. didn’t see their face very well, i was too busy. ”

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❝ Damn it, 007, you swore I would not be getting involved! ❞

Nessa was backing up towards the edge of the hotel rooftop with the agent beside her, laptop bag clutched to her chest. She looked like she’d just walked out of a Hollywood party; hair pinned up, dress entirely too sparkly, though she lacked heels because she’d ditched them six floors down for more efficient running. The three men who’d managed to corner them were dressed to the nines and each carrying at least two guns. This is the opposite of sitting in the hotel room monitoring security. 

She’d only agreed to this mission on one condition: she was back in time for her date with Mikey. Which was tomorrow. And she could not afford to show up with any kind of injury, or even a busted lip. She’d done an excellent job of keeping all of this from them so far, even though they lived together. 

❝ This wasn’t my intention, ❞ James muttered under his breath. He glanced back to check how far they were from the ledge and then he grabbed the hacker, pulling her against his side. ❝ You won’t like this. Apologies. ❞

❝ 007, don’t you dare even think about flinging us off this --- ❞ She was cut off by James doing EXACTLY THAT. Even while she was perfectly aware that he had tremendous skill in getting himself out of situations in which death was the only perceivable outcome, she still didn’t think she’d survive this. This time, it was a more old-fashioned tool that would save them; in simple terms, a grappling hook. Q had always protested that they were a little too Batman but Nessa had actually argued in favor of this particular gadget.

Thank god for that.

Dropping to their feet and to safety after descending the cord, the pair took off down the street, around a corner, and into an alleyway. Nessa took the time to hit James hard with the laptop bag she was still ( miraculously ) clutching.

❝ What if we hadn’t made that? ❞

❝ I don’t know what you’re carrying on about. We did make it. ❞ James straightened his suit jacket. ❝ Not a scratch on you. ❞

❝ There’s gonna be a scratch on you, pal! ❞

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✘;;  —   J A M E S  (✘)

                ❛         NO REST FOR the wicked, as they say. ❜

[missemoneypenny]

@007-reporting (cause I can.)

“HURRY, GO!” She yelled, firing at the intruders who were clearly after as many MI6 staff as they could get.

[imcgo-blog]

@007-reporting ; 

❝ i figured that if i came over to england for a while, i could TRY to forget about why i have stitches in my side. ❞ which make it all the more uncomfortable for him to sit down, really. ❝ ---i don’t need a place to stay, though. mom sort of left me her flat. ❞