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“You called me back to what?” Alec Trevelyan stared at this man, who had the nerve to sit in M’s chair. “Director Mallory, if you don’t TRUST the boffin, just have him picked up and questioned!”
Mallory, to his credit, didn’t rise to the bait or insist on having her title. “The difficulty is that if he is genuine, if he is not a security risk, I cannot afford to alienate him.” Mallory got out his headache pills and swallowed one.
“Ask JAMES to seduce the git! He may prefer girls, but he’s got the skills!”
“Agent Bond has worked extensively with the Quartermaster…” Mallory decided not to mention the tension between the two that no one was sure would end in death or a date, “… and it would be suspicious if he started asking the wrong questions… especially since he was present for the problems.”
Alec sat back in his chair. “So that’s why you met me here, instead of in MI6 proper?”
“Yes.” Mallory handed him a file, “This is the Silva incident- all reports, everything. Need I even mention how high a clearance this is?”
“Shoot before reading stuff, looks like,” Alec said, opening the file.
“Exactly. Read that, study it, and talk to me in three days… I need to know if our Quartermaster was working with Silva.”
Alec began reading…
By mid-morning the next day he had already decided that the Quartermaster, William Roberts, known mostly by the initial Q, was in all likelihood too dangerous to live.