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[honeyandvinegar]

Well damn. Everyone's doing it.
Request a fic, y'all; Lij was a stinker! I love him so, but oh my. I'm sure it's for something other than "Don-feel-like-it, nyah!" because he is sweet. But he's still a poo!
So yes, anyone who needs a little cheering up, give it up. mews1945 and absolutefiction got the right idea. Go on ahead... even if yer just sad in general over it. I

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[honeyandvinegar]

LOL! I don't know much about Bond, just that he's all sekrity-agenty and has gadgets in his shoes, lol!! Oh good gravy, uh... I can... try???
Hmmm... Elijah Bond... that works. ;)\
PLEASE NOTE! I give a disclaimer, lol! I don't feel any which way about government, politics, or communism-- this is PURELY from the uber-sekrit-agent working for an uber-sekrit-agency for capitalist society, and I don't really believe in the whole ridiculous "commy bastard" theory.

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This coffeehouse poetry slam was going to kill Elijah. Perhaps the SIS knew he'd fit in no problem here, being that if you put him in a tight turtleneck and cords he looked just like any other anti-government hippie; but it didn't make up for the fact that Elijah couldn't stand to be around arrogant little twits. That's all these beatniks were, it seemed. The guy on stage this minute was going on and on about world government, hiding 'evil secrets' from the general populus. It made Elijah grin wryly; you bet your ass.

Elijah had his own views, and wouldn't be getting up on that stage because of them. He'd expect many cups of scalding coffee of every type and flavor to be thrown at him if he did. He wasn't here to listen to their gabbing on and on...

"On the left, two tables down from you."

Elijah stayed very still a moment after hearing the faint buzzing voice of Josh, another fellow agent, come through the tiny microphonic device in his ear. Without looking Josh's way, Elijah pretended to drop his napkin. He turned to pick it up, catching the exchange just in time.

What better place for young KGB agents to make secret transactions than in a place full of communist sympathists? If any of these morons knew that serious breaches of security--THEIR security-- was being passed into the hands of enemies, they might stop blasting the government for wanting to protect them. Elijah brought his coffee mug to his lips yet didn't sip.

"Lots of people here. Go to the rest room," he murmured. He stared at the pathetic twit rambling into his microphone, seeing Josh get up from his table. Elijah couldn't help but smile as a few people gave him dirty looks as he left; they had to be friends with the reader. 'Get over yourselves,' Elijah thought to himself.

He waited a few moments, sipping the last of his way-too-expensive cup of regular coffee. It was high time for a new one; getting the same looks as before, he stood up and made his way past tables, not bothering to duck out of politeness to those there. Heads swayed and annoyed mumbles went around him as he passed the two spies in question. He was thankful for their nonchalance, not looking up at him whatsoever. He got to the counter and ordered another. "Nice and hot, please. The last one was a bit tepid," he ordered. The snotty looking barista went to the coffee bar and filled a mug; she handed it to him and took the five quid he presented. He was tempted to give a haughty 'keep the change' when he realized the change was a miniscule amount anyways...