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[schrute_space]

[OOM: ...To be announced.]

Once again dressed in his Staples uniform (complete with nametag), Dwight enters the bar

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[callitavesper]

Dwight receives a tap on the shoulder from an entirely random and mundane patron of the bar.

"That's not such a good idea," he says.

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Now, Dwight is a man who prides himself on being near invicible due to his excellent fighting skills and his knowledge of the criminal mind. He is not one to be fooled or caught off-guard.

Except now.

But he can accept that blow to his ego because if anyone could best him, James Bond is one of the ten people who could. (It used to be three but since discovering Milliways, Dwight's had to rethink those numbers.)

"Why not?"

[callitavesper]

"Because I'm assuming you'd want to eat more than Spam for the rest of your stay here." He pauses, considering, then says: "I also assume you forgot she's sentient."

[schrute_space]

"Hardly, I have a photographic memory. I never forget a face or a name," he states proudly. "I'm doing an investigation."

[callitavesper]

"Of what?"

[schrute_space]

Normally, he would be scornful of anyone who wasted his time with such trifling questions. Then again, James Bond wasn't just anyone. "The Bar. I'm trying to find out what's going on here."

Taking out his notebook, he flips it open to show Bond. "I've written down a list of possible scenarios to explain this establishment."

[callitavesper]

Bond looks dispassionately at the man's notes, unable to hide the disbelieving, amused grin that cracks across his face. "Save yourself the trouble: none of those are correct."

[schrute_space]

The amusement doesn't faze him because Dwight doesn't even notice it. Instead, he leans in, eyes focused on Bond and his voice a low whisper, "Tell me everything you know."

[callitavesper]

The amusement vanishes. “I already did. When we first met,” he says curtly.

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Dwight's face falls. He understand that, as a MI6, Bond deals in matters of utmost secrecy and must always use discretion but it didn't explain...

He glances down at the notepad. Or does it?

"I understand," he says, giving Bond a conspiratorial smile.

It was a government experiment!

[OOC: Sorry, I didn't tag back sooner. Do you want to wrap or fade?]

[callitavesper]

Bond smiles...uncertainly back at Dwight. "Right." He gives the other man a pat on the shoulder. "Good luck with that list." He directs a sharp nod towards Bar. "Try not to rough her up too bad. She can be awfully vindictive when she wants."

With a flash of another uneasy grin, Bond stealths away from Dwight.

Very strange fellow, him.

[ ooc: perfectly fine. :) wrap, obviously. ]