Bond is sitting in his car.
He gazes in awe of the magnificence of his hand stitched Austin.
He tenderly strokes the leather interior.
He presses the button to reveal the weapons system, ready to engage.
He smiles.
He ponders through his anti-pursuit system and his advanced worldwide pinpoint GPS.
He smiles.
He takes his silencer firearm from his inside jacket pocket, and admires.
He smiles.
He looks over and sees his mobile phone laying on his passenger seat.
He picks it up.
Battery Dead.
''Oh for Fu.c..''
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