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WHO:

theheterodyne
WHERE: Spark Roast
WHEN: Whenever works
SUMMARY: Spies need caffeine to keep as active as they do, so where better to go than a coffee shop? Plus, strange gadgets ftw
WARNINGS: Science, gadgets, caffeine. All very offensive stuff
FORMAT: Whatever :D

Caffeine is known to make the world go round, not to mention keep active business types running through their long days and nights. And really, James Bond could easily be mistaken for a flashy British businessman, well dressed and efficient as he is, wearing easy smiles and expensive suits.

He's settled himself off to one corner of the coffee shop, typing away on the latest Sony laptop between idle staring that seems to be little more than people watching. It takes some time for him to even notice he's run low on coffee, considering his options before eventually choosing upon leaving everything on the table and heading over to the till (no one will try stealing his unattended laptop, not unless they want to have several broken limbs).

James almost gets around to ordering another black coffee for himself, before being entirely distracted by a small... well, it seems like a robot thing of sorts, which naturally has his attention within seconds because Bond is a gadget nut.

Just... give him a second while he tries poking it.

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She wasn't stupid, but also wasn't above that sort of manipulation of those around her. Hmph.

The button did nothing for him. Nothing at all. She grinned.

He's not exactly posing much threat at any rate, especially not while acting like a child.

"Hm. Security system?"

A very petulant child who actually reminded her of some friends back home, really.

"Yes, exactly. I could do the same to yours, if you wanted."

"You'd do that? What price?"

Security or not, Bond is still trying get past it because he likes to fiddle and test things out before he buys. Often that just means he accidentally destroys things, but oh well...

"Well, that depends on whether you want other modifications as well. I can also add things like a self destruct, or a canister of some sort of caustic gas on a timer, that sort of thing. While I'm not the same sort of technopath as some in the City, I am very, very good at building all sorts of things."

Despite her youth, she spoke with authority, almost daring him to disblieve her.

"Caustic gas, you say...? Could you protect my comm? Make it difficult for others to access it?" Bond's already lost his comm once before and would really rather it didn't fall into the wrong hands with the amount of secrets it has.

"I could make it so it simply doesn't work for anyone who's not you, I think. Shouldn't be too difficult. Interested~?"

She was grinning at him. Oh yeah, someone was going to get paaaid.

Seemed as if she may well be considering James' interest. "Hn. Perhaps. I could do with better security on it. And maybe I'd be interested in a few useful items that help along the usual job."

She was considering, indeed. She could do quite a bit more than just giving it security, really, but she needed to be more certain about the kind of person he was before letting him know.

Or, you know, flamethrower pens. Fun times for everyone. Note to self: build one of those.

"What would the usual job be, then? Out of curiosity."