Bond sat back and lit a cigarette as M opened the manilla folder labeled “CLASSIFIED”. “This is a strange one, 007,” M began, stuffing his pipe, “and that’s saying something.” This got Bond’s attention immediately.
“It seems as if our old friends in SPECTRE are back, and they’re out for revenge.” Bond snorted. “Sir, with all due respect, SPECTRE is hardly a matter of concern, they haven’t shown their faces in decades! Blofeld has been disposed of along with Klebb, Largo, and all the rest.” M sighed. He had grown weary of these briefings if only for Bond’s habit of interjecting with his gloating and cocky smile. “That’s what you think, 007, but it’s more complicated than that. What do you know about Bitcoin?” Bond smiled. “Not much. A system of payment introduced as open-source software in 2009 by an entity known as Satoshi Nakamoto, payments are recorded in a public ledger, and in October 2013 the FBI shut down the online marketplace Silk Road and seized $28.5 million worth of bitcoins in the process."
M was pleased. Despite Bond’s lust for women and fast cars, he did seem to be quite the intellectual at times. “Very good 007. In the absence of Silk Road, a new website has popped up using strategy discussion of the card game Dominion as a front for illegal transactions. It seems any mention of the card “Scout”, which happens to be an awful card, is usually code used to work out details for these transactions. Anyway, SPECTRE has posted a reward well exceeding $500 million worth of bitcoins for your head using this forum. You must understand 007, $500 million is enough money to persuade almost anyone to commit murder, even your closest friends. We have reason to believe that SPECTRE has hired some of your former associates to use your friendship to their advantage in this task. You must eliminate this threat before it eliminates you. Remember, don’t trust anyone.”
Outside of MI6, Bond walked to the taxi that was to take him home to his flat. How could people he trusted betray him so quickly? No matter. He would see this through like he did every other job. Of course with every other job, he needed a little help. But like that horrid Rebecca Black song Bond had heard earlier in the day, M’s words would not leave Bond’s mind. “Don’t trust anyone” M had said. Bond stopped walking and lit a cigarette, then muttered “not even myself.”
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