Time for a debrief

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THE FINAL DEBRIEF: THE GOVNA GETS HIS REWARD!

Govna had finally returned from his Prague mission.


The suit was immaculate, the shoes polished, and the famous red tracksuit had been temporarily retired. He'd survived questionable establishments, mysterious encounters, snooker tables and enough beer to float a small battleship.

But tonight, there was one final appointment.

The debrief.

He entered a luxurious hotel suite where Sarah was waiting. She was dressed elegantly in a beautiful black evening dress, holding a glass of champagne.

"Well, well, well," she smiled. "Look who's finally home."

Govna adjusted his jacket.

"Agent Sarah. The mission was successful. All objectives achieved. No casualties, although my liver has requested annual leave."

Sarah laughed.

"Come here, 007."

Meanwhile, the Misfits had assembled in the hotel bar, desperately trying to find out what was happening upstairs.

McFinleyyy was convinced there would be a full intelligence report.

Quags reckoned there might be a presentation.

Whizzley was checking flight prices for the next mission.

Winkz simply said, "I bet he's getting lucky."

Ye Olde Large Lad, currently sporting his finest holiday shirt, nodded knowingly.

"That's how these international operations usually finish, lads."

Dannyboy ordered another round, while Dinkz was already discussing the possibility of a sequel.

Back upstairs, Sarah placed the champagne on the table.

"Right, Govna. Let's go through your performance."

"Fire away, darling."

"First, your undercover work?"

"Outstanding."

"Your ability to charm the locals?"

"Exceptional."

"Your conduct in the gentleman's establishment?"

Govna paused.

"Strictly professional."

Sarah raised an eyebrow.

"Really?"

"Well, there was a snooker table involved."

She smiled and stepped closer.

"And your final assignment?"

Govna looked into her eyes.

"That depends. Is my commanding officer satisfied?"

Sarah took his hand.

"Let's just say you've earned a very special commendation."

Govna grinned.

"Does that come with a promotion?"

"Possibly."

"A pay rise?"

"Don't push your luck."

She leaned closer and kissed him.

For once, the Govna was completely lost for words.

Downstairs, McFinleyyy suddenly received a message.

MISSION COMPLETE. AGENT GOVNA WILL NOT BE AVAILABLE FOR FURTHER DUTIES TONIGHT.

Quags nearly spat out his beer.

"He's only gone and got the girl!"

Ye Olde Large Lad raised his glass.

"To the Govna. A gentleman, a professional and an absolute international romantic."

And upstairs, with the champagne chilled, the lights dimmed and Sarah firmly in command, Govna discovered that the best part of any James Bond mission was always the final scene.

THE END... OR PERHAPS JUST THE BEGINNING?

BigSaltyDog. Licence to thrill. No licence to behave. 🍸

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