Spectre Page #6

Sir.

James, I can't.

I'll come back for you

when it's all over.

No, I can't.

No, you can't

stay here, or you...

I can't go back to this life.

And I'm not going to ask you to change.

This is who you are.

You're saying good-bye.

Yes.

Take care.

You're a good man, James.

Are you in yet, Q?

A few layers of impenetrable

security still to go,

but I think

I'm getting somewhere.

They've seen us! Reverse!

Go!

Get him in the building!

Move. Move!

Go back and find M, now!

We need them both.

Not a good feeling

being watched, is it?

Don't tell me you're

responsible for this.

No, but my Quartermaster is.

And he's extremely talented.

Well, bravo.

But in case you hadn't realized it,

you two are out of a job.

So you're trespassing.

I'm afraid you've got the

wrong end of the stick, Max.

We're going to stop this

system going online.

And then I'm going

to bring you in.

On what grounds exactly?

Poor taste in friends.

Take a look at the world.

Chaos.

Because people like you,

paper-pushers

and politicians,

are too spineless to do

what needs to be done.

So I made an alliance to put

the power where it should be.

And now you want to throw it away

for the sake of "democracy."

Whatever the hell that is.

How predictably moronic.

But then isn't that

what M stands for?

"Moron."

And now we know

what C stands for.

"Careless."

Come on.

No, no, no!

You're a hard man

to kill, Blofeld.

Ouch.

I do hope that

doesn't hurt too much.

My wounds will heal.

What about yours?

Look around you,

James. Look.

This is what's

left of your world.

Everything you ever stood for,

everything you believed in, a ruin.

Why are we here?

Did you miss me?

No.

But I know someone who does.

Where is she?

That's for you to find out.

In three minutes,

this building will be demolished.

I can get out easily.

Now, you have a choice.

Die trying to save her or

save yourself and

live with the pain.

You're bluffing.

Am I?

I've really put you through it,

haven't I?

That's brothers for you.

They always know

which buttons to press.

Madeleine!

Come on.

Come on.

Yes!

Let's go.

After you.

Why can't you just face it, M?

You don't matter anymore.

Maybe I don't.

But something has to.

Dead.

- Any word on Bond?

- No.

But I can hazard a guess.

Madeleine!

Madeleine!

Do you trust me?

Do I have a choice?

Not anymore.

Come on!

Good-bye, James Bond.

Brace, brace, brace!

Sir, this is a terrorist alert.

Mallory, double-0 section.

Stand them down.

Echo team, hold fire.

Stand down.

Finish it.

Finish it.

Out of bullets.

And besides,

I've got something better to do.

Under the Special

Measures Act of 2001,

I am detaining you on behalf

of Her Majesty's Government.

Bond?

What are you doing here?

Good morning, Q.

I thought you'd gone.

I have.

There's just one thing I need.

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