[Ricki Tarr has worked for MI6 under the leadership of a dozen different faces, a hundred different arrangements, codenames, protocols. That's the advantage of perpetual healing; one ages well. He'd seen Control come and go, worked with Maston and Smiley through the seventies and on, continued to help when the M designation came in, steadfastly useful as a competent, capable, forever-healing... well, they were scalphunters back in the day, he honestly can't remember what designation they've assigned him now.
One thing he does remember, though, is whenever he comes back in for a new passport, is to come bother his favourite quartermaster.
Which is why Q has one vaguely fallen-out-of-time looking spy perched on his chair, feet up on his desk, when he comes in for the day.]
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One thing he does remember, though, is whenever he comes back in for a new passport, is to come bother his favourite quartermaster.
Which is why Q has one vaguely fallen-out-of-time looking spy perched on his chair, feet up on his desk, when he comes in for the day.]
I hear you've been working on something exciting.