( some people are not cut out for field work. q is one of them. theoretically, it seems as if he should be - nobody knows the inner workings of his own weapons better than he does. he knows about angles and force, a knowledge that seems like it should lend itself to aim and accuracy. but there's a difference between knowledge and ability, and q's mind is far too fast for his body, in the end. he isn't the type to react on instinct, to know when to duck and when to shoot. he's very happy at the mi6 offices, underground or not, thank you.
but a mission of national security arises, and long-range communication systems will no longer cut it. they are too easily hacked or otherwise circumvented. it was decided then, that q would accompany bond to set up near the location and guide him from there.
what this had to do with jumping out of a fucking plane, q couldn't fathom. but he couldn't. he absolutely could not - the bay doors were opening, the wind was rushing into his face, and he's frozen. he cannot do this, it isn't physically possible, he's going to die. they're both going to die. he's strapped to james, and the regulation parachute is going to fail. the statistics are there. 0.1% is still a chance, no matter how slim it is. )
We are not doing this --
( he finds himself having to yell over the rushing winds, an unusual instance for q in which he actually has to raise his voice. )
oh my GOD. yes, yes you do.
but a mission of national security arises, and long-range communication systems will no longer cut it. they are too easily hacked or otherwise circumvented. it was decided then, that q would accompany bond to set up near the location and guide him from there.
what this had to do with jumping out of a fucking plane, q couldn't fathom. but he couldn't. he absolutely could not - the bay doors were opening, the wind was rushing into his face, and he's frozen. he cannot do this, it isn't physically possible, he's going to die. they're both going to die. he's strapped to james, and the regulation parachute is going to fail. the statistics are there. 0.1% is still a chance, no matter how slim it is. )
We are not doing this --
( he finds himself having to yell over the rushing winds, an unusual instance for q in which he actually has to raise his voice. )
Bond, I am not doing this!