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The second: a woman. Blonde, pale, with eyes the color of a winter sea. Vesper Lynd. Treasury liaison. Deceased.

M turned the page.

The file contained photographs. The first: a man, mid-thirties, handsome in a ruinous way. Dark hair plastered to a forehead, a scar on his right cheek that pulled his smile into something sardonic. Commander James Bond, RN. 00-status active. PC - 007- Quantum of Solace

Static. Then his voice. Flat. Devoid of the old charm. “I found him.” The second: a woman

M closed her eyes. She had seen this before. Agents hollowed out by grief, turned into precision instruments of revenge. They always broke. Sometimes they took others with them. The second: a woman. Blonde

“God help him,” she whispered. “Because he’s stopped helping himself.”