There is no agency to whom he could report. An overnight coup had left Bond as an astronaut stranded in space. To report in would be fatal.
"What a bloody nightmare!"
Undercover at a desk job in a major corporation, the future looked grim. He still needed to pay his rent.
Positioned to see internal communications, Bond found out the very corporation he'd infiltrated was part of wiping out his agency. The fox is in the hen house.
"Is this how I'm to spend the rest of my life? Bloody hell!"
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