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Post by Silva on Nov 30, 2012 1:20:42 GMT -5
The effort of testing his bonds, experimentally trying to work free first one hand and then the other, only succeeded in removing his wristwatch. Well then. Not a bad job, and evidently the standard knots course for new recruits hadn't changed much in the last twenty years. One of his wrists had stubbornly resisted regaining its previous range of articulation for years; if nothing else this was exercise.
He'd been keeping an eye out on the newest 00, in his own way, for long enough that he might have anticipated he'd pick up on it after a while -- what he hadn't anticipated was the dutiful son not reporting back home directly to complain, though he was admirably efficient in tracking down the problem to its source. The Bond wasn't quite in step with the rest of the organization as it presently stood, but in this situation it seemed to lend him an edge over his comrades. And really, the advantage had only superficially changed hands; Bond had simply gone ahead and hurried matters along somewhat. Skipped ahead a few pages in their script.
Silva threw his head back and yawned pointedly, patiently expecting some form of address. Another glamorous steel-and-glass hotel room with a glamorous view; there were worse places to meet face to face for the first time.
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Post by James Bond on Nov 30, 2012 3:14:38 GMT -5
In his years as spy, James had gotten quite used to being watched. There was always a voice in his ear or an eye on him from somewhere at all times and it had always come as a comfort. He'd gotten so used to them, when they weren't there he wasn't sure what to do with himself.
At the present moment there was neither eye's nor ears on him. It made him nervous to the point of being almost twitchy, not that he showed it of course. He didn't like it, but there he was, cut off and searching for someone he had so little information on they could have been a ghost, a ghost now tied to a rather comfortable looking chair in front of him.
He realized that someone other than MI6 was watching him, a few subtle glances from planted women, out of place men on balconies, what have you. Yet there was no information coming in to him that he was indeed being watched, no calls, no e-mails. Maybe they were being intercepted, but he doubted it, looking at the man now, he was sure that he wanted James to know.
"Your name."
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Post by Silva on Nov 30, 2012 8:20:02 GMT -5
"So many people underestimate the importance of a first introduction. Not just what one asks but how one goes about asking for it. Why the hurry, James? I'm not going anywhere."
There were a dozen names he could have given him. Any given identity went deeper than a MI6 dossier, a packet of ID papers and a few local contacts willing to vouch; it was so easy to craft a new one these days, a web of fabricated database entries and search engine hits, or to alter a pre-existing one to his needs if he wasn't feeling bothered. (The identity had existed, at any rate, the person previously using it was generally no longer in the land of the living, or wished they weren't.) But something about the thrust of his chin and the evident lack of a struggle made plain that something was being withheld for the pleasure of it.
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Post by James Bond on Nov 30, 2012 12:49:53 GMT -5
"Obviously" James removed his gloves and sat them on a nearby table, then began to remove his coat as well "but as you know my name, I thought it only proper that I at least know yours."
He watched the other mans eyes, his face a perfect mask for his thoughts.
((I could hear that in Javier's voice and I giggled.))
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Post by Silva on Nov 30, 2012 14:11:38 GMT -5
"Aren't we a few steps beyond introductions in the night's proceedings?"
He gave an eloquent shrug despite his confinements, or rather as a result of them.
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Post by James Bond on Nov 30, 2012 20:11:39 GMT -5
"I was just attempting to be a gentleman" he almost smirked "forgive me if I'm a little old fashioned."
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Post by Silva on Nov 30, 2012 21:02:11 GMT -5
"I had no idea you were so eager. Really, it can be forgiven in the interests of expediency -- aren't you going to ask me who I work for? Buy me a drink?"
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Post by James Bond on Dec 1, 2012 0:16:03 GMT -5
"First impressions" he raised his eyebrow "remember?" He pulled up a chair about five feet from the other man, but did not sit down, he pushed his left hand in to his pocket.
"Ignore the cliche, but we could do this the easy way or the hard way" either way, honestly, James didn't care.
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Post by Silva on Dec 1, 2012 12:30:10 GMT -5
"Is that a promise, James?" Silva went to cross his legs, managing to make it seem graceful despite being quite a bit of man, and quite firmly bound. The expensive chair creaked.
"So interesting to be on the receiving end of your usual method. Admittedly, much earlier than I'd hoped, but it should be quite revealing. There's the small wrinkle of my own support team, but that won't be necessary, I'm sure."
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Post by James Bond on Dec 1, 2012 15:32:08 GMT -5
Usual method? How much did this man know about him?
"You've been waiting for me then" he pushed the chair forward about a foot, it hadn't been a question, but a solid statement. He sat down "Why are you tracking me?"
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Post by Silva on Dec 1, 2012 17:17:00 GMT -5
"I'd say it was simply to satisfy my own curiosity, but... you wouldn't believe me."
How M's new favorite really was, how he performed, his mannerisms, the exact sound of his voice. The color of his eyes or the way he held a gun, those were no longer ephemeral things -- they could be recorded and noted and observed at his leisure, but it wasn't often a man in their line of work lived to see his own replacement.
"So you are the newest model out of MI6. How glamorous -- tell me, how are you enjoying it?"
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Post by James Bond on Dec 2, 2012 2:23:24 GMT -5
"It has it's perks" he calmly smiled and leaned back a bit, spreading his knee's. What the man knew about James could give away just as much as if he was telling his own story. He knew Bond was MI6, he knew he was a 00, he knew his name.
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Post by Silva on Dec 2, 2012 16:03:52 GMT -5
"Beautiful cars, elegant women, or vice versa... a relative degree of freedom to operate under your own terms. I imagine you think it suits you very well. You must be realizing now, however, what freedom is really like without an old lady barking orders in your ear..."
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Post by James Bond on Dec 2, 2012 23:36:35 GMT -5
"It isn't the first time I've been out of their grasp."
He unbuttoned his cufflinks and rolled up his sleeves just a tad.
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Post by Silva on Dec 3, 2012 0:25:28 GMT -5
"You do enjoy the freedom to roam, but at the heart of it, I suspect you're at sea without them. What would you do with yourself if tomorrow you became your own man?"
He unfolded, stretching out his legs rather perilously close to Bond's, but with a languid laziness that didn't suggest any sudden push toward violence.
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