Bond slipped quietly into the office of MI6 headquartes and tossed her garter in a perfect arc across the room.
It hooked on the coat stand, 20 feet away, in an inevitable bullseye—startling the handsome, dedicated, serious minded executive assistant—who was sitting engrossed in his daily task of updating network files.
"100% for 69 tries, Honeybenny. 100%, just like my affection for you," said the superspy in her strong, dulcet tones, stalking into the room.
"Alas, as usual, you're wasting your time, 00 H," responded the flustered but intelligent office agent, "And you're late."
"Ah, Honeybenny," shot back Bond, "you wound me, and not in a good way."
She drew closer.
"I, as you no doubt have come to expect, will not yield," he stated with questionable conviction.
"Then just decrease your speed, roll down your window and give me a hand signal, Honeybenny."
"00 H! cackled and crackled the stern, old voice of ZZZZZ, over the intercom, "if you're quite through assaulting my office staff, report immediately!"
"Well, Honeybenny, off to save the world," the secret agent said wryly.
"Yes, yes," sputtered the now shaken office man, "go right in!"
"You first, Honeybenny," said Bond as she glided toward the inner office door--
to face ZZZZZ, and to face death, yet one more time.
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