Bond wasn't Bond anymore.
The relentless daily zombification of corporate prisonhood drained his previous appetites.
Using Q's tool, he was able to hack the server and prove the company's cooperation with foreign powers. But to whom could he report? His own branch had been compromised.
Over and over he considered his options for escape, finding none.
With a determined look on his face so many men had seen just before their demise, Bond wished death upon the world, that it exist nevermore.
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