You know my name

While James would have been content for Vesper and himself not to leave his room until this whole business was over with, actually coming out and suggesting that would have defeated the purpose of the mutual self-deception they'd decided upon without actually talking about it (it being far, far easier to deceive yourself if you didn't come right out and say it, after all).

Which was why they were currently walking along the beach, like everything was completely normal.

[For one, and then one.]

Bond had missed his office hours the day before due to a short head cold, and was holding them today instead.

Of course he seemed more interested playing on his computer than actually working.

Those poor soft toys.

Disbelieving, Bond stared at the empty space that until recently had been occupied by a vintage Bentley.

He'd had it all planned. Head out first thing Monday, get the car, then back to his own damn time to follow up the one lead Vesper had...the one lead he had. At the very least, he'd have been able collect enough data to work on while stuck on this wretched island, and if he'd been lucky, he'd have been able to find this Mr White and get some answers out of him.

Of course he hadn't counted on person or persons unknown (although he had a damn good idea who) nicking his bloody car.

[NFI. NFB due to distance.]

Bond had a new office and that meant going through the usual run through of setting up his belongings, sweeping for bugs, checking over the exits in case of need, cursing that no weapons on campus policy, nothing particularly out of the ordinary.

After getting settled in, he sat down to go over his syllabus and class roster. He was most definitely not thinking about any meetings that had occurred on Friday. At all.

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