Enter the World of Ian Fleming’s James Bond
Spies. Deceit. Murder. Martinis.
Welcome to the world of James Bond.
Q: “Bond. Bond, are you there? We’ve just been able to reestablish communication to your earpiece. Where the devil are you?”
You recline on the bar, a martini (shaken, not stirred) in one hand, a beautiful woman on the other arm.
You have been sent on a mission on behalf of Her Majesty’s Secret Service.
Your name is Bond, James Bond.
Where are you?