A New Bond

M introduced herself and invited him to sit down. 
"Here's your new id, Nick." she handed him a wallet with id inside. 
He opened it up and looked at it. "Bond? James Bond," he read the name on the id, then he eyed the credit cards inside. 
"All double 0 sevens use that name. We change the picture of course. From now on you will operate as James Bond, 007." The new director sat in her chair and smiled, lifting her glass to her lips. 
"Wouldn't it be better to use a different name for each new agent?" he asked. 
"No, of course not, Mister Bond. The legends of your exploits are greatly intimidating to your opponents. They cant figure out why they cant kill you, you see." M smiled and took a sip from her wine glass. 
"I would just as soon they didn't." he said. 
"Relax, James. The last one who tried is dead." M put her glass down and turned on her laptop, brushing her long red hair out of her eyes. "And you graduated top of your class. Your instructors will see to it no one lays a hand on you. The double 0's are legend in their field. Oh, you have a meeting with Q in an hour. Don't be late." 
"Q? Who's that?" James looks at his new watch and checks the time... 
"New girl, very inventive, like her father before her... She has some gifts for you." M turns to her laptop and begins to read documents on it. "Don't be late." 
"Right, I'll just see myself out." James rises from his chair and exits to the outer office where a lovely secretary with long legs is typing a letter. "Oh hello. Bond. James Bond here." He introduces himself mostly to get in the practice. He nods and holds out his hand. 
The young girl at the computer keeps typing without looking up. "So you're the new 007. Shame. I rather liked the last one. Name's Moneypenny. Just started about a month ago. Nice to meet you. Don't be late for your meeting with Q." 
"They never told me what happened to the last 007. I don't suppose he retired..." James smiled slightly, hoping for a favourable answer. 
Miss Moneypenny looked sadly at her screen for a moment then sighed and went back to typing again. 
"Right, well. Mustn't be late for miss Q." James headed out the door. Preferring to not think about the future, or James Bond's past. He hoped that miss Q would be more of a talker some how, but he doubted it....