Bond had spent most of the last two days being interrogated debriefed by his 'aunt', so it had been something of a relief when M had suggested inviting Kyle along to dinner so she could meet him before she left.

Arguably Bond should have felt some sort of shame hiding behind his TA, but to be quite honest, by this point he would have thrown anyone in M's path to distract her. There were reasons she was in charge.

[For two.]

Bond had been going for a nice morning run. Operative word being 'had' as he suddenly went tumbling head over heels to the ground.

The unexpected lack of coordination could be attributed largely to the fact that Bond now, quite literally, had two left feet. As well as two right feet, and a very fluffy tail.

Standing and shaking, the husky that until very recently had been a teacher looked himself over as best he could. Oh well, he supposed this had to happen sooner or later.

[Establishy.]

Given how organised he kept his files, it had been the work of minutes for Bond to get his notes on his students ready. While none of them were laid out where prying eyes could see them, they were all close at hand for if and when they were needed.

Satisfied with his arrangements, he opened his office door and propped it open.

Want to learn the basics of SCUBA diving?

How about evading your enemy during a high speed boat chase?

Stealthily boarding a ship more in your league?

Parachuting into the middle of the ocean and what to do when you get there?

Living every week like it's Shark Week?

If you're looking to learn how to put on a life jacket, you're out of luck, but if any of the above interests you, Maritime Safety might be your thing. James Bond is a veteran of the Special Boat Service, his practical experience involves the wanton destruction of water-based property valuing in the millions and he's happy to teach you how to do the same!

Plus you get seven weeks of WET, HALF-NAKED Bond for NO EXTRA COST!

The first thing James noticed when he woke up was that he hadn't been woken by a maid. The next thing was that his bed was uncharacteristically comfortable. Brushing a stray lock of thick black hair out of his eyes as he sat up, he looked in confusion. The room was spacious, warm, and airy, the complete opposite of the cramped, dark, school dormitories he'd gotten used to in the last few years.

His confusion grew as he explored the room. For every book on the shelf that he recognised, there were several he didn't, there was something that might possibly have been a typewriter if he could figure out where to put the paper, the clothing in the closets was mostly good quality but far too large, and while he found a British passport in his name, it was an obvious fake, given its issue date seventy-odd years in the future and the photo of an unfamiliar man at least twice his age who was a blonde of all things.

Still, James was not one to be easily daunted, and after checking the doorknob and finding it unlocked, he pulled on on a pair of trousers that were baggy enough to make his lanky frame look even skinnier and ventured out to investigate the house proper.

[Open to the housemates. Bond is now the version of Bond from the Young Bond YA novels.]

Bond was once again behind his desk this morning, wearing one of his better suits and secure in the knowledge that he didn't seem to have any unexpected guests of his own to deal with.

The door was open for any visitors who wished to come in.