“You asked to see me, sir?”
“Come in, Bond. Take a seat.”
Bond wondered what M had in store for him.
“Have you heard of Murderesses Incorporated?”
“Hardly surprising, Bond. We’ve known of their threat for years, but they use weapons of stealth for assassination. Poison, silenced guns, stilettos, and – especially – pins in voodoo dolls.” Bond gulped at the thought.
M continued, “We need to disrupt this organisation, Bond.”
“No, Bond, it would just grow more heads. Murderesses Incorporated needs a severe setback, though.”
“You mean it needs to be shaken, not stirred, sir?”