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Late nights were nothing Q was against, but it was close to 1 at night. Yet the quartermaster typed away, never one to let sleep get in the way of new brilliant ideas.
Around 3 in the morning Q could have sworn he saw a figure in green and gold with huge antlers in his peripheral, but that was of course nonsense. Specially since that said man had seemed to be holding a green sphere of energy.
Sleep deprivation was an enemy that could be defeated, and Q was not a fan of losing.
But an hour later, when MI6 experienced a hack that was too powerful and complex for even Q too handle, and newly awakened agents were running around like headless chicken, afraid of this new technology their best tech couldn’t explain.
But Q was calm. He loved a challenge. And he hoped to one day meet the man in green and pick his brain. Perhaps literally.