Who: Moneypenny and Bond What: Mitchell’s pub Where: Meeting When: Sunday Evening Status: Closed Warnings: None as of yet.
Moneypenny strode up to the pub, royally pissed off. She’d been in Milan, working. Yes, she was normally confined to a desk, but somehow she’d ended up on a bag and tag in Italy. It had been wonderful, she loved Italy, the culture, the language, the food, the clothes. And somehow, she’d ended up not in Italy, with no target, with Bond, on a bloody useless island.