[ She gets married and Moneypenny changes. Her business slims down, her operation grows cold and slick rather than the way it used to be, bombastic and loud. The stakes get higher, the thrills get dangerous and the girl once known for explosive entrances and neon pink lips shaves her life down to the barest knife's edge. Everything in its right place.
The rumors say that Irishman did more than just marry her. (Maybe he did. And maybe she let him. Anything less wouldn't be MP, even if she doesn't call herself that anymore.)
She gets married and the next time their paths cross, they're both in pursuit of the same Libyan nationalist but a third party beats them both to the coup de grace. Her name is Marling now, but she still looks the same. Her wardrobe's different but the heels haven't changed and even with them on she still stands a good foot shorter, a hand raised to wave the worst of the smoke from her eyes.
At a distance, a siren wails. They should get going soon. ]
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The rumors say that Irishman did more than just marry her. (Maybe he did. And maybe she let him. Anything less wouldn't be MP, even if she doesn't call herself that anymore.)
She gets married and the next time their paths cross, they're both in pursuit of the same Libyan nationalist but a third party beats them both to the coup de grace. Her name is Marling now, but she still looks the same. Her wardrobe's different but the heels haven't changed and even with them on she still stands a good foot shorter, a hand raised to wave the worst of the smoke from her eyes.
At a distance, a siren wails. They should get going soon. ]
Not one'f yours, is it, Natan?