"Dr. Grimm, a pleasure to meet you in person." He said as he gave a slight bow.
"I work for MI6 and we are in need of someone of your expertise." He said.
she heard the door, covering over her 'patient' with a surgical tarp and bringing them back into their pay on the cabinet wall before discarding off her gloves. walking to welcome her guest.
" mister bond. " door opened as soon she &&
" you know where to find me.. ", setting down the tools she just worked with, heels clicking over linoleum flooring.
" i have a body in - don't be surprised...", just a fair warning though he probably doesn't need one
"It's an urgent matter. Unfortunately I can only discuss it with you in person." A jingle of keys could be heard.
"Can I speak with you at your office?"
He smiled for a moment before nodding and pulled out his phone.
He swiped over to his calendar. "Yeah, I'm available then. Here, let me give you my number."
“Well, James, I suppose we should schedule such an adventure.”
With a smooth motion, a small pocket book is pulled out with a pen. Clicking, and turning a few pages.
“Let's see. . .How's an afternoon sound? Next Wednesday, perhaps?”
A lopsided grin, all toothy and warm as they shake hands.
“I guess I've got some boots to fill, making sure your experience with us ain't horrible,” Jesting with a wink, “But, uh, I guess I can't refuse twice in a row, can I?”
“Oh, you don't have to!” Waving a hand with a curt smile, “I'm a lost cause with clothes and fashion, James.”
He offers the non-waved hand.
“I'm Rick!”