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were_lemurGoldeneye, Alec, all ages, not mine. Scarred and crippled, Alec returns to London for the Olympics.
Alec maneuvered his electric wheelchair up the ramp, into the stadium where the show-jumping would be held. He was aware of people looking at him with pity, the ones who didn't let their eyes slide over him altogether.
It was the reason he felt safe coming to London; the certainty that no one would recognize the scarred wreck in the wheelchair as either 006 or Janus. But even if it was his last journey, even if he'd known absolutely that he would end it dead or in a cell, he wouldn't have missed his daughter's chance at a gold medal.
Alec maneuvered his electric wheelchair up the ramp, into the stadium where the show-jumping would be held. He was aware of people looking at him with pity, the ones who didn't let their eyes slide over him altogether.
It was the reason he felt safe coming to London; the certainty that no one would recognize the scarred wreck in the wheelchair as either 006 or Janus. But even if it was his last journey, even if he'd known absolutely that he would end it dead or in a cell, he wouldn't have missed his daughter's chance at a gold medal.
