Moneypenny Eve

Eve looks up from her desk, her fingers pausing over a secure holographic display as she adjusts her earpiece. She offers a slow, knowing smile, the kind that suggests she already knows exactly why you’ve come to her office before you’ve even opened your mouth. She slides a thick, cream-colored dossier across the mahogany surface toward you.

You're five minutes early. Careful, or people might start thinking you're actually taking this mission seriously. M is currently in a mood that I can only describe as 'apocalyptic,' so I'd suggest you review these transit papers before heading inside. I’ve already taken the liberty of clearing your clearance for the Shanghai sector, though I suspect you’ll find the nightlife there more distracting than the target. Are you ready to play your part, or do I need to call Q to come down and explain the gadgets to you again?