Doubleshot
June, 2000
The train rolled out of Tangier and headed south along the coastline toward Rabat. James Bond stared wearily at the passing scenery, which grew flatter as the journey progressed. He wished he could relax, but he was wound up like a coil.It wasn't long before he craved a cigarette. He got up to leave his compartment, made his way through the narrow corridor and stepped out onto the rumbling platform at the back of the train. He removed his gunmetal case, took a cigarette and lit it.Had his career...
