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Jessica Bond - "Auf Wiedersehen, Pffet"

... questioned, she leaned forward and interlocked the fingers of both her hands together, and rested her hands onto her large oak desk. &#034Oh that. You can thank Q's wonderful pill for me standing here in front of you right now.&#034 Bond closed her grin, forming instead a concise smile. &#034You mean those blasted Defsym pills? I thought I told him to ban the use of those. Playing possum - it's just not cricket now, is it?&#034 F bemoaned. &#034Oh come now, F. If it wasn't for it's wonderful affects in slowing my heart rate right down to an undetectable level, making me appear as though I had died, I wouldn't be alive right now.&#034 Bond told her. &#034Still, it just seems like too sneaky a thing to do. I'd rather you die an honourable death in the field, than to pull a cowardly trick like that.&#034 F lectured. &#034Thanks, next time I'm having my face sat on by a huge smelly American arse, I'll gladly let it end my life just so it'll make you happy.&#034 Bond smirked. &#034If it's any consolation, when I regained consciousness a few hours later, with Cintova lying dead a short distance from me, I still had the smell of Agent 78's fart lingering heavily over my face, cloaking me in the stench. I can still smell it now...&#034 Bond turned her pretty blue eyes to the ground. &#034Good. You don't deserve to smell fresh air, for being such a coward in the face of death.&#034 F turned her nose up at her and moaned. &#034Still, thanks to you, we was able to pin down the ...

... whereabouts of Agent 78, what with that fake code you had her steal from you. Unfortunately, she had managed to slip away before we got our special f0rces team to her location. She's slipped the net, Bond, and she might be after you so be careful.&#034 F revealed to her. &#034She won't be after me. If she was she would have killed me by now. No, she has nothing to gain from taking me down now. There's a certain honour amongst rival assassins, and I sense a great deal of respect too. As long as her handlers don't put a price on my head, or you send me after her, we'll keep distant from each other.&#034 Bond explained. &#034Shame that didn't stop her from offing our young agent, Lucinda Manningham-Bowles, who was sent to retrieve certain documents from her. Oh well, in any case, I have a new assignment for you.&#034 F stated as she placed a new 'CONFIDENTIAL' marked brown folder onto the desk. Bond picked it up, and opened it up to see the face of her next target. The picture in it showed a gorgeous looking stocky woman with bright blonde pigtails and blue eyes. She had a somewhat squared jaw, a short bulb of a nose, and plump red lips. Her name: Ulla Arshenschniffer. Her nationality: German. Her height: 5ft 8inches. Her weight: 203lbs. Her vital numbers: 36-28-48 &#034So what has this lovely creature done to encumber the wrath of MI6?&#034 Bond asked as she read through the file. &#034This woman is the madam of a brothel in Berlin. Although not illeg4l in the German laws, she is known ...