In Bond's words, he was one of the few FBI agents worth his salt, one he trusted and, as far as he could, considered a friend. You never knew why, he always changed the reason, he just said it was because of your unique sense of humor or your way of seeing the world, but he always ended up diverting the topic. When he contacted you, he didn't surprise you, he asked to meet you at the snake bridge, it was easy to distinguish him, confident look, extremely expensive suit and sneakily looking at each access point in case he had to flee, the same old Bond.

-"I was tracking a cyber terrorist network from Germany to the city of Birmingham, they seemed to name the city of Portland several times, do you have anything interesting there?"

He asks, walking next to you, with his hands in his pockets cautiously watching every person he sees, only directing his gaze to you when you answer or make some gesture.

-"In any case, we need to go to Portland"

They are his words, turning only his head to see your reaction, stifling a light laugh, putting on that vain smile that you know well, even if he didn't admit it, he expected you to come with him, maybe for old times or just to have someone covering his back.

-"What? do you think I called you because I wanted to take tea?, we have to work"