[The camera is sat on a coffee table in front of him as James sits on the edge of an expensive leather couch, leaning forward into view while he cleans out his gun- his PPK pistol for all you dirty minds out there. There's the distant muffle of the TV on in the background and just occasionally while he talks, there's the sight of someone (female ( Read more... )

[The video feed flicks on from Bond's communicator, but the sight certainly isn't the usual blonde hair, blue eyed individual who tends to use it. It's a simple shot from shoulders up as the comm is laid onto a table while he's sat on a couch, leaning forward onto his knees, apathetic as he lights a cigarette perched between his lips. There's the ( Read more... )

[The usual British monotone sounds more weary than usual, though his boredom shouldn't be mistaken for a bad mood. Not considering the week he's had.]As far as City-wide events go, it's been rather quiet. Too quiet, perhaps ( Read more... )

Is everyone quite done with all this moral outcry ( Read more... )

[The backdrop to the current scene is some filthy, run-down garage. Other than what you'd expect to find laying around in such an area- tools, boxes and the like- the only thing of note is some strange looking vehicle that the camera seems to be focused on. It's yellow, about the size of a car and looks suspiciously like a mini helicopter. Mounted ( Read more... )

Well, hasn't this been an exciting week? Carnivals, kidnappings, fights, masses of encryptions- some of you really should recheck your security levels, by the way- and not to mention yet another batch of newcomers. I can barely contain my excitement.

[Judging by the sheer deadpan from Bond, he's anything but excited right now. Must be an ( Read more... )

[The video feed cuts briefly to the backdrop of some dingy looking warehouse, no doubt one of the abandoned ones near the docks. Bond's there, looking a little battered and bruised but smoking casually as he angles the camera down to three briefcases by his feet, two black leather and one metal.]Anyone in need of around thirty kilos of cannabis? ( Read more... )

[The comm switches on to reveal the face of an entirely uninterested looking male. Blonde hair, blue eyed and strangely charming despite the thuggish look about him. The small smirk on his lips possibly helps with the charm, if nothing else, giving off an odd mixture of weary yet genuine amusement. He's soon breaking the moment of silence with a ( Read more... )