Bullet with Butterfly Wings

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Blowfeld
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Bullet with Butterfly Wings

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A Babs & Buster Broccoli 007 Adventure

Chapter One: Nymphalis Polychloris

Bond morosely traversed the gravel driveway in the drizzly dark of early evening. The pitch black of the back of the house was broken up by the warm spread of light from M’s study, giving the shadows extra menace. Arriving at the double paned Andersen French doors (R) he tapped gently letting M know he had arrived. M lifted her attention from what she was doing at the large table in her study to tell Bond to come in.

‘It’s open!’ she called

Bond nodded his understanding then proceeded to smash the glass out of the frame nearest the door handle opening the door from the inside.

‘What the bloody hell!!!!” M bellowed her voice screeching.

‘Yes, mum it is raining a bit.’ Bond replied in dull monotone.

M’s vision went red, there were broken shards of glass where her grandchildren played and now the plush carpeting was absorbing the rain trickling from the broken pane mixing with the mud Bond had tracked in when he didn’t bother to wipe his damned feet. To top it all he was wearing that damned hoodie with the atheist symbol again. She noted the rest of his attire had the sensibility of a complete chav. As he stood in front of her she could hear the din of music blaring from the ear buds in his odd Mr Potato Head (tm) ears.

Gawd, she thought, I’m sooo going to have somebody shoot his ass off a moving train! She mused it would have to be in one of those countries without labour laws, Turkey maybe.

M motioned to her ears indicating Bond should remove his earbuds as he did she could hear ‘The World is a Vampire’ by the Smashing Pumpkins, Bond sadly pressed pause on his iPhone 5 (tm), the silence of the real world was deafening to him.
‘It would be nice to see the face of one whom I am speaking.’

Bond slid the hoodie back removing his face from the shadow, M could barely hide her revulsion. The young thirty three year old agent looked like Vladimir Putin’s worn out stunt double, one who had taken one too many on the chin at that.

Bond tried to offer M his friendliest smile, it lasted only a fraction of a second before his face rejected it. The secret agent studied the table and what must one of M’s hobbies, the table was covered in butterflies. Bond examined the specimen at the tip of M’s Fingers.

‘Is that a f**king Monarch?’ has asked in all earnestness.

M looked at Bond in disbelief, she couldn’t decide if he was trying to be insulting or just stupid?

‘Look here 007.....’
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