Bond and Sixtine were left with the drinks. ‘So now you know my name,’ Bond said. ‘Oh – I knew it already,’ Sixtine replied with a shrug of indifference. ‘You are James Bond of the secret service. You were recently elevated to the Double-O Section, which means you have a licence to kill. It makes me wonder who in this building has made themselves your target. Me, perhaps? I hope not.
