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”Balloons, James!”
Q whispers seductively in Bond’s ear. Springtime in Amsterdam, and Bond keeps Q close as they walk along the canal towards the man with the balloons. They stop on the small bridge, turning to face each other. Their deep-seated longing is barely extinguished by a passionate kiss. They stay in their closeness, feeling the warmth, the life of the other.
With a knowing nod, they part to kill, and save the world once more. The roaring of the nearby cars covers the man’s death groans, as Q catches the balloons.
“Poison gas secured,” Q says into his earpiece.