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The caller did not give their name, only a location: "Sydney, Australia."
Ah, it reminds me of that great Andy Williams song:
"The girls watch the girls while the girls watch the girls who watch the girls go by..."
Eye to eye, they solemnly convene to make the scene
M staggered back into his chair, the sweat from his forehead dripping down into his hollow eyes. Bond moved swiftly to his side, grabbed the note, and read the first line...'Kill your son or we kill your daughter...
"Nick Nack? Love interest? No, he's not really my bag (of peanuts)."
M closed his eyes and leaned back in the brown leather Chesterfield, and took a long, deep breath; Bond correctly guessed he was attempting to quell the rise in blood pressure that his presence in that office frequently brought on.