with wasplisbeth

Jan 24, 2012 19:51

By some stroke of luck, Bond had managed to succeed in that stake out job without much stumbling. By the time he'd been found out, it was too late for the group to back out and even after their amateur attempt at getting rid of him, James has easily got his evidence and got out of there. There wasn't any killing, which he supposes was a good thing, but he couldn't deny his disappointment at such a dull open and shut case.

Still, he didn't have to worry about that any more, somehow he'd managed to talk his way into a bit of paid leave and within the month of leaving Sweden, Bond had booked himself on a first class ticket out to Australia. A few days were spent around the coast of Queensland, stocking up on supplies and soaking up their summer, before he rented a boat and departed North towards Papua New Guinea.

The place he arranged for a meet-up is a nice little dock, not too busy, yet still full with the regular yachts and boats expected from the tourists and the avid sailors alike. James spent the morning waxing the decking of the yacht (proudly flying the Swedish flag), settling in with the rest of the surroundings in a typical t-shirt and cargo shorts combination. It's quite a talent of his, blending in while still striking his own figure.
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