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Always makes me feel
a little melancholy.
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A grand old warship being ignominiously
hauled away for scrap.
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The inevitability of time,
don't you think?
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What do you see?
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A bloody big ship.
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Excuse me.
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007. . .
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I'm your new Quartermaster.
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You must be joking.
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Why, because I'm not
wearing a lab coat?
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Because you still have spots.
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My complexion is
hardly relevant.
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Well, your competence is.
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Age is no
guarantee of efficiency.
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And youth is no
guarantee of innovation.
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I'll hazard I
can do more damage
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on my laptop
sitting in my pajamas
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before my first
cup of Earl Grey
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than you can do in
a year in the field.
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Oh, so why do you need me?
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Every now and then
a trigger has to be pulled.
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Or not pulled.
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It's hard to know
which in your pajamas.
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Q.
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007.
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Ticket to Shanghai.
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Documentation and passport.
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Thank you.
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And this.
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Walther PPK/S 9mm short.
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There's a micro-dermal
sensor in the grip.
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It's been coded to your palm print
so only you can fire it.
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Less of a random killing machine,
more of a personal statement.
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And this?
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Standard issue
radio transmitter.
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Activate it and it
broadcasts your location.
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Distress signal.
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And that's it.
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A gun. . .
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. . .and a radio.
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Not exactly Christmas, is it?
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Were you expecting
an exploding pen?
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We don't really go
in for that anymore.
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Good luck out
there in the field.
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And please return the equipment
in one piece.
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Brave new world.