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Bond : May I ask
you where it is?
Lynd : 10 million was
wired to your account in Montenegro with
a contingency of 5 more if I deem a prudent investment.
I suppose you have been given some thought of the notion
that if you lose, our government will have directly
financed terrorism. What looks good? So you are telling
me it is a matter of probability and odds. I was worried
there wasn't chance involved.
Bond : Have you ever seen the player with the best
hand wins?
Lynd : So, that would be what you call bluffing.
Bond : You heard the term. Then you also know in poker
you never play your hand. You play the man across you.
Lynd : And you are good at reading people?
Bond : Yes, I am. Which is why I've been able to
detect an undercurrent of sarcasm in your voice.
Lynd : I am not sure our money is
in good hands.
Bond : You don't think this is a very good plan, do
you?
Lynd : So there is a plan. I got the impression we
were risking millions of dollars and hundreds of lives
in a game of luck. What else can you surmise, Mr. Bond?
Bond : About you? Miss Lynd? Well, your beauty is a
problem. You worry you wouldn't be taken seriously.
Lynd : Which one could say of any attractive women
with half a brain.
Bond : True, but this one overcompensates by wearing
slightly masculine clothing, being more aggressive than
her female colleagues, which gives her somewhat prickly
demeanor, and ironically enough, makes it less likely
for her to be accepted and promoted by her male
superiors and mistaken her insecurities for arrogance.
Now I'd normally gone with only child but, you see, by
the way you ignore the quip on your parents, I'm going
to have to go with orphan.
Lynd : All right. By the cut of your suit, you went to
Oxford whatever. Naturally think human beings dress like
that. But you wear it with such a disdain, my guess is
that you did not come from money and your school friends
never let you forget it. Which means you are at that
school by the grace of
someone else's charity. Hence the chip on your shoulder,
and since you first thought of me render orphan, that is
what I say you are. Oh, you are?! I like speculating and
that makes perfect sense. Since MI6 looked for an
unadjusted young man who'd give little thought
in sacrificing others in order to protect Queen and
country, you know, former
SAS types with easy smiles and
expensive watches, Rolex?
Bond : Omega.
Lynd : Beautiful. Now I just met you, I wouldn't go as
far as calling you a cold hearted bastard.
Bond : No, of course not.
Lynd : But it wouldn't be a stretch to imagine you
think of women as disposable pleasures rather than
meaningful pursuits. So as charming as you are, Mr.
Bond, I will be keeping my eye on our government's money
and off your perfectly formed arse.
Bond : You noticed.
Lynd : Even accountants have imagination. How was your
lamb?
Bond : Skewered, one
sympathizes.
Lynd : Good evening, Mr. Bond.
Bond : Good evening, Miss. Lynd. |
