Novel & Cerita James Bond

Adam I have been feeling ballsy recently since I managed to escape Jay again. I finally managed to find James. He works at the main police station Springs Precinct. I need to scope him out before I trust him. This time I managed to get a disguise before I walked into the station. I’m going to pose as a delivery guy with a hideous wig and fake beard in case he was given my identity.

Now only one man stood. James, the well-dressed man with salt-and-pepper hair and designer loafers from earlier. He stared at the scene, blood everywhere, men unconscious, Neva standing untouched in the middle. “Who are you… really?” James asked, almost whispering. Neva tilted her head. “Neva.” “Stop. Or I’ll shoot.” He raised his gun. Neva smiled and said, “Go ahead.” Then, she pointed behind him. “Oops, there comes a member.”

“And you’re not useless. I’ve found a lot of uses for you.” James Bond had found the same uses for nearly every female character in the series, as I recalled. That didn’t make them useful. And even though I’d been so worried about him getting sick of me if I didn’t make myself available to be used, I still wished, pathetically, that he’d see me as something more than an object. I couldn’t speak, couldn’t move. If I did, I might cry. Or I might spin around and try to claw his eyes out before he could see how much he’d hurt me.