Hypervigilance (Drabble Project, Day 214)
Jul. 1st, 2012 01:40 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
were_lemurJames Bond, teen and up, not mine. All he wants to do is catch a tennis match.
007 walked through the crowds gathered for the Olympics, surveying them for any sign of trouble.
Not that he was expecting it; he was here to catch a tennis match, not a spy. The worst that was likely to happen would be some enterprising pickpocket working the throng.
That didn't mean that he could relax.
Years of watching his back had made him hyperaware of the people around him. Any of them could be armed with a stiletto, a silenced pistol, a needle dripping with poison ...
"Fuck it," he muttered, and went home to watch the match on the telly.
007 walked through the crowds gathered for the Olympics, surveying them for any sign of trouble.
Not that he was expecting it; he was here to catch a tennis match, not a spy. The worst that was likely to happen would be some enterprising pickpocket working the throng.
That didn't mean that he could relax.
Years of watching his back had made him hyperaware of the people around him. Any of them could be armed with a stiletto, a silenced pistol, a needle dripping with poison ...
"Fuck it," he muttered, and went home to watch the match on the telly.
