[ Well, dear Quartermaster, you're not dropping into what's exactly considered friendly territory or airspace. And apparently, on top of having an unsuitable place to land, you're on your last warning from the regulators of this airspace and stand to be shot at very soon. It's now or never.
Bond had heard that Q was afraid of flying. That wasn't uncommon. But the man had willingly signed on, knowing what he was in for. It made 007 briefly wonder just how much Mallory had to offer him to do it.
That he gets cold feet at the moment of truth isn't surprising to James either. It's actually understandable. It's one thing to have the balls to put your faith in a hulking, metal object hurling itself a mile above the ground, and quite another to sack up and jump out of it.
Like most things in his job, Bond finds that the best solution for this sort of thing is to not allow himself to think about it at all.
He doesn't think about how this man strapped to him might be edging toward a stroke, doesn't let himself think about what he'd do if that chute doesn't open. He doesn't think about how he's jumping from a height that's impossible to survive on his own, or that he's dragging someone down with him.
Instead, he just turns them so they're facing the inside of the plane again, like he's going to let them walk back in and set Q free after all.
Except he doesn't. He walks backward and wraps an arm around the other man, checking the bonds tying them together while simultaneously dragging him back to the edge. Soon enough, the wind is just going to snatch them both and they'll have no more choice in the matter. ]
Just shut your eyes and think of England.
[ At least he's got the benefit of being able to speak directly into Q's ear. ]
and after this we go camping
Bond had heard that Q was afraid of flying. That wasn't uncommon. But the man had willingly signed on, knowing what he was in for. It made 007 briefly wonder just how much Mallory had to offer him to do it.
That he gets cold feet at the moment of truth isn't surprising to James either. It's actually understandable. It's one thing to have the balls to put your faith in a hulking, metal object hurling itself a mile above the ground, and quite another to sack up and jump out of it.
Like most things in his job, Bond finds that the best solution for this sort of thing is to not allow himself to think about it at all.
He doesn't think about how this man strapped to him might be edging toward a stroke, doesn't let himself think about what he'd do if that chute doesn't open. He doesn't think about how he's jumping from a height that's impossible to survive on his own, or that he's dragging someone down with him.
Instead, he just turns them so they're facing the inside of the plane again, like he's going to let them walk back in and set Q free after all.
Except he doesn't. He walks backward and wraps an arm around the other man, checking the bonds tying them together while simultaneously dragging him back to the edge. Soon enough, the wind is just going to snatch them both and they'll have no more choice in the matter. ]
Just shut your eyes and think of England.
[ At least he's got the benefit of being able to speak directly into Q's ear. ]