[ clever marks and complex missions were one thing, but maintaining an ongoing relationship with an informant associate "freelancer" (a skilled one no less that M constantly reminds him to keep happy lest they require his services in the future) can be tricky work at best. the ones affiliated with some organization or government with physical offices, fiscal codes and conduct regulation is one thing, but those that operate on their own agenda are another entirely. it's entertaining at the very least, worth the connection at the best.

eames (pseudonym or surname, he's yet to figure it out) insists on meeting in ibiza and enjoying a vacation on queen's dime. not that ibiza is the lap of luxury; lazing on beaches and in bars most of the day, eating local fair and meetin the local culture is much easier here than in monaco. but bond cannot complain.

they find themselves in a hot tub with some of that local culture and more champagne than they know what to do with when business is finally mentioned. ]

I'd ask you what precisely you do to get so much free time between slipping me intel, but I'm sure I would shudder at the answer.

[ he jests over his champagne glass before taking a sip. a man that kills for a living really has no room to judge his enterprising fellows. ]