|Partners In Spying
Author: Black Winged Detective PM
At Mi6 there's a new emplyee on the block. She may look a little young for the job but try tell that Q, they're the same age. The amount of damage these two could cause in a day in a day is unimaginable... This is their story in B's and Q's point of views.Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Crime - Q 1 - Chapters: 14 - Words: 18,600 - Reviews: 12 - Favs: 18 - Follows: 37 - Updated: 05-10-13 - Published: 11-17-12 - id: 8709870
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The New Beta Of The Section
I felt like prat. Compared to the smart arsed suits and pencil skirts I looked like a bloody lost homeless person. By the looks of it everyone in here was ten or more years older than me. They probably arrived in cars rather than a very full tube. Alas what they gonna do about it. I bout they can just suddenly complain about the new employee being too young and not having a 'legal' driving licence. I didn't recall bring told I should only wear black or white in headquarters.
After a long and totally boring tour by some receptionist I was finally brought to Q department. Where I am to work until I retire which will probably be decades away, unless I get fired that is.
"Your here for hacking, scaming and some field work which needs a good thief" The receptionist told me. Oh great now she's repeating what was written on my recruitment letter. "Thievery is such a harsh word it's more like borrowing info then forgetting to give it back" I muttered under my breath. Sounds like I've stolen before doesn't it? Well, I have stolen before. But who hasn't? When you pick up a fiver of the street and keep it, that's still stealing. Isn't it?
Apparently I had my own office which was next to the head of this department for some reason. The receptionist left me at the doorway of my office holding a security card with my picture. To be honest it looked more like mugshot than a official card. Putting card through the scanner on the wall the lock in the door cracked. Opening the door I found hightech office with plain white walls. Sat on the glass desk was my laptop, that I had to given security a day earlier for a check up along with it was a big black file. A small window looking on to the Thames was behind the desk with a blue pull down blind. Presumly the glass would be bullet proof to prevent break ins or even break outs. After unpacking my satchel I opened the file. Inside it was your average welcome to your new job letter, rules, regulations and not forgetting my personal information records which looked like bore to me because it was basically my life only typed up.
On my laptop most of my documents had been opened and reorganised which was rubbish in my point of view. Utter chaos is my way of life. I like things mixed up and being unorganised. I soon found myself putting my files and stuff into it's rightful, old place.
Knock, knock, knock. "Can I come in?" Someone asked. The voice was male and totally calm. "Err, yeah" As I said this the click of lock went and a guy around my age walked in wearing a black jeans, a white shirt and black tie with a blue cardigan on top. Thank god I wasn't the only one not wearing grey, black or white clothing. He had ruffled brown hair that came over on one side and sea green eyes that were hidden behind some specs.
"Sorry to disturb"
"It's fine I was only reorganising my documents nothing majorly important" I mumbled. Ok the security people had gotten my temper up a notch by reorganising all my stuff. "I didn't get why security thought it was best to move around your work. I must say your organisation is quite unique compared to most people." he paused then remembered what he was going to say "I'm Q by the way"
"No your... Never mind" I stuttered. "Oh do go on. I'd like to see how smart you are for myself"
"Q is just stands for Quatremaster" I stopped knowing is was probably unprofessional to go on. He smirked then said "I'm pretty sure your smarter than that." Surly now he was going to far. Sighing slightly I sat back down into my chair. "Eddie Springer" The answer came quickly from my lips. Q's smirk got slightly bigger, I must have been correct. "I take it you noticed my name tag in my sleeve."
I nodded. "Don't worry I'll only use the name Q from now on"
"And I too will only use B for you rather than your actual name"
B? Why had I got a letter? Letters of the alphabet were only meant of superiors of a section. "Sorry haven't you been told? This must be a surprise to you but your the new deputy head of this section."
This must be a prank surly this must be a prank. God damn it I could't even be captain of my netball team in high school how am I meant to boss people when their like 10 years older than me? Someone's gonna jump out now and say 'you've been pranked' aren't they? No? For god's sake I really am Beta now aren't I? I honestly bet I'll last week in the job position before they realise how unsociable I am.
I do not own anyone from James Bond or from Young Bond But I do own Q's new name and B. Please feel free to leave some comments either good or bad as I wish to hear or read shall I say what you think. Some words may be mixed up due to my Dyslexia and Scotopic Senesivity Syndrome. Like my story how's about you check out my other ones?