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[sewerrat]

Home sweet home.

[He understands. James was never one to have more than snarky quips, not big on talking, and there's so much ground to cover between them that it seems better to instead say nothing at all and pretend it hasn't been so long. His eyebrows give a slow raise at Bond taking him in, and he spreads his hands.]

Are you surprised to see me, or did you know exactly who was behind the name? I realize I must look quite different now. Getting back to my roots, in a way.

[doubleoohbaby]

I had my suspicions.

[More than just suspicions. He'd have been surprised if it wasn't Silva sitting before him, best not to make assumptions though. He had to see for himself. It's a strangely comforting sight to have some reminder of home still around, no matter what memories the other brings up (memories which have long since been buried), but home isn't something Bond invests much thought into these days. He's got everything he needs and wants, something as close to a family as he'll ever get, with nothing remotely similar waiting for him back at their home world.]

Old age rather suits you.

[sewerrat]

Do you think? Grey can be so regal in some ways. As I'm sure you must be told many times by your wife.

[Things that weren't missed: wedding band. Magic is a way Bond could have gotten in without detection, and, well, he can put two and two together. She wouldn't be the kind to be taken out so easily. Also not missed are the greys in Bond's hair, but natural blonds do have it easier.

He stands, beckons James closer. No need to be shy. He even gives a small laugh--nothing manic and patronizing as it used to be. Honest, with a somewhat wrinkled and dimpled grin to go along.]

Have you come to finally kill me once and for all, Mister Bond, or have you come to seek out my particular set of skills?

[doubleoohbaby]

[James lifts his ringed hand in acknowledgement and stuffs it back in his pockets almost immediately. Trust that bastard to pick up on such things, but fuck it, Bond's not trying to hide facts like that, not when so obviously wearing a band on his finger.

The beckoning has him stepping a few strides closer, but he still keeps his distance, still watches warily and still doesn't discount the possibility of something less than favourable occurring.]

If I'd wanted to kill you, Mister Silva, I would have done so already. Is it even Silva any more?

[sewerrat]

No, no, not for many years now. [He makes a face, waves it aside with a broad sweep and vehement shake of his head.] The change might be difficult for you; perhaps I will always be Silva to someone I have so much history with. No, these days, it is Rodriguez. You're welcome to call me Tiago. If you'd like. God knows I've been called so many things in this life, most of which are quite crude and creative. Easier than Xolotl, I suspect.

[He stands for a moment, thinking, admiring, and then moves into another area, away from the servers. He pulls out a pair of beers, actual bottled beer of half-decent quality, and offers one to James.] If you are not here to kill me, then we must have business to discuss. I doubt you're only here to talk out our issues and rehash the past.

[doubleoohbaby]

[He watches the move with the same restrained paranoia he's always had, a hand lazily slipping from his pocket towards his right hip, thumbing against the pistol settled beneath his jacket. It's not that he expects an attack, not really, but one can never be too careful in this day and age.

The offer of beer seems to settle him enough though, despite the mildly suspicious glance he gives to the bottle before accepting it.] I'm always in the market for those who share my interests.

[sewerrat]

I'm not about to give you a poisoned or booby trapped bottle of harmless beer. You can relax--oh, but that was always difficult for you, wasn't it?

[He twists off the cap and takes a sip of his own bottle. See? All clear.] You seem to think, then, that our interests overlap in ways other than mere survival.

[doubleoohbaby]

[He grunts out a vague noise, perhaps even amusement at his own habits. He's the one showing up unannounced with a gun at his side, and yet still dares to be the untrusting one. Ah, well, habits like that have kept him alive this long so he won't apologise for them.]

There's more to you than mere survival. You follow more than just the movements of the opposition on those computers of yours, of that I'm certain.

[The top of his own beer gets twisted off and flicked aside, swigging down a mouthful before continuing.] We're not the only ones left, there's plenty of others. Some just haven't been fortunate enough to have MI6 training under the belt when all hell broke loose.

[sewerrat]

[Tiago gives a bit of a nod; no doubt if he wanted to only passively watch the regime outside, he wouldn't even need this set up. He meanders back over to his sets, lays a hand gently on a tower, and all of the screens flicker to black. James has certainly already seen whatever was on them, but that isn't a concern. But best keep anything else that were to pop up safe from prying eyes. And less distraction, that way.]

I know all about the little rebellion, the pockets of resistance across the globe. It's impressive, I'll give that much.

Are you asking me to join the merry, scattered band of freedom fighters, or are you asking me to help you specifically with some less fortunate than the remaining rats?

[doubleoohbaby]

[Yes, those screens had already been given a cursory glance, taking in random bits of information from them as if it all might one day be of use. His brain is full of useful and often useless facts and details he's memorised over the years.]

I'm not expecting you to join anyone, I realise that might be asking a little too much. I do, however, need information that I don't always have the time or the capabilities to obtain. Nothing too big, just the odd bit of research. [It's surprising how easy the request comes out. But it's not asking for help, not really, and especially not for him. It's more... discussing business plans.]