She closed the file as a water taxi sloshed to a halt at the stone steps. A man stepped out. Not Bond. A younger man, raw-boned, with a duffel bag slung over one shoulder. Bill Tanner’s man. A courier.
The mission would succeed. Bond would see to that. But PC-007 would remain open, a permanent stain on his file. A reminder that even 00-agents have a breaking point. And when they cross it, the only solace left is the one they refuse to take. PC - 007- Quantum of Solace
She took the phone. The line was already open. She closed the file as a water taxi