Iron Curtain

L edged his chair a little closer to his desk and composed himself. “So, to get down to brass tacks. After Q has equipped you with the very latest in anti-personnel weapons you will make your way post haste and under your own steam to the Polish/Russian border, map reference 50 43N 23 15E, and from there, under cover of darkness, you will cross over into Russia and make your way with all possible speed to the village of Gdnorski. Your route will take you over extremely treacherous mountain terrain and you will do well to treat the mountains with the utmost respect. Patience will be your guide, James, Patience. At Gdnorski you will rendezvous with Agent 14K who will supply you with a disguise and false papers. In the next stage of your assignment boldness will be your friend, as not only must you make your way unrecognised to Moscow but having got there you must then penetrate the Kremlin in broad daylight. There are over twelve hundred rooms within the walls of the Kremlin, each and every one of them unnumbered for reasons of security, so it won’t be easy to locate your contact Agent 7345K/B/221A, but that task will be comparatively easy when compared to your next task as only cunning will get you past the heavily-armed guards in the inner sanctum of the Politburo, whereas it will take bravado to actually carry out successfully the assassinations of the leading three members of the KGB……assassinations which must take place on the 28th day of March between 14-00 and 16.00 hours GMT. Have you got that?”
“No.”
L took a deep breath. “After Q has equipped you with the latest in anti-personnel….”
“No,” interjected Bond, “No, I got most of it, it was just the last bit…the exact time the assassinations must take place.”
“The 28th day of March between 14-00 and 16.00 hours GMT.”
“Got it.”
  M looked at Bond keenly but with a hint of pity in his eyes. "You've never crossed the Iron Curtain before have you, young Bond?"
   "Haven't even crossed the channel yet, sir."
   “No." He held his hand out. "Well good luck, James.”
Bond shook M's hand. "Thank you sir."