D-DAY +86...Mamms's and Bond have scale issues...chapter 2... (or chapter 86, depending on how you look at things ).

D-day. (+ 86)
Code name: operation Oversteem
Location : Location, location...

In case you missed out....
Intro dtube here to set the scene

and chapter 1 here

Mondays tip...

Moving on...

The Commander in Chief looked somberly at his generals.

"We'll have to stop talking about operation Oversteem, for a day or two" He said.

"Why's that sir?" One of the generals replied, utterly bemused " We only started talking about a few minutes ago.."

"General, General, General," He said, chuckling affectionately . "We need to wait for agent Bond and agent Mamm's to arrive in Normandy...."
Looking around at his generals...(and Missmoneypenny), He went on to explain..

"...If we carry on with the operation at this point, everyone will get confused. Mamm's and Bond's story, really needs to catch up, just so everyone knows what the hell's going on.
This is blockchain, lads - lets try and keep the narrative in some semblance of order, shall we?"

"Yes, sir," They murmured in unison, dejectedly.
They were feeling a little miffed at no longer being the center of the narrative attention.

"Permission to do an @informationwar piece, sir, while we're waiting?" Said General Ethical, "It seems like the right thing to do,"
" Good idea , Ethical, my man... good idea," Said the C-in-C.

Looking at the chalk board, and Miss Moneypennies maneuvers around the said board- the generals waited patiently for agent Bond's and agent Mamm's narrative to catch up...

Agent Bond and Mamm's were not very happy...

After 9 days detoxing from the hallucinogenics they'd been living on for the past few years, they were given a Jeep with which to drive themselves to the docks, several hundred miles away..
They sat in silence as they drove to New York, where they would embark for their mission to Normandy.

Breaking the comfortable silence, Mamm's blurted out, "What exactly the fuck are we supposed to be doing?"

"We're supposed to be spies, " Bond said, confused, "Somehow. I dunno....it all seems bit weird if you ask me - We're supposed to secret agents, but I've never spied on anything in my life!... except for when you're taking a shower... if that counts."

"Well, James," Mamm's said sadly, "I'm sorry to have to tell you babes, but you're a shit spy.
I always know when your leching over me, while I'm in the shower."

"You do,?" He said, genuinely surprised, " Ah, Bollocks...oh, and please stop calling me James, will ya?"

" Why not? I like it, " Said Mamm's giggling, " It sounds like a spies name... 'James Bond!' international man of mystery!"

"My names Austin, ok?" Austin said, "And anyway, 'James Bond' is a stupid name for a spy, no one would ever believe it."

Bond and Maamm's were seriously pissed of when they'd learned that the 'Vienna apartment and weekend raves' were just a hallucinogenic trip that they'd been having together, while sat in a room in Vermont. Really pissed off.
They were even more pissed off when they were told that they were two top undercover agents, and the only reason they'd been trippin' in Vermont for years, was to wipe their memories clean - for this very mission - just in case they got captured and tortured.

When Mamm's had heard about what had happened to them both in Vermont...

"...That all seems, like, a little bit drastic, don't you think?" Mamm's said, talking to their intelligence liaison officer,
"I'm sure if we talked really nicely to the torturers, shared a spliff with them and chilled , or gave them a blow job or something, it would all turn out perfectly fine."

"Normally, yes," Said their liaison officer " But Fortress Steem is a very different kettle of fish. Or a kettle of whales, rather..Can whales have a kettle?" He said, chuckling to himself,
" They like to refer to themselves as 'whales'..."
Mamm's and Bond looked each other in surprise, thinking he must be coming slightly unhinged, or something..

The liaison officer continued....
"... Their interrogation staff are a vicious lot, you see - They've been kept in basements and away from society for years, isolated to normal human interactions, your womanly wiles and the use of narcotics would have zero effect on them.
They're called the GS - the Geek Squad. Feared throughout the world.
Unless you could deliver a pizza to them at 2 a.m. in the morning, dressed up in a cosplay outfit and talking binary at the same time- you would have zero effect on them.
No, I'm afraid they'd talk incessantly to you about 'code is law', and 'SMT's', and - take it from me - within a couple of hours you would be telling them everything, to just make them shut up. "

"...'Token talk ', is a nasty, nasty, horrible, weapon." Said the officer, sweating profusely, beads of moisture running down his face.
He recounted in his mind the last Steemfest that he'd had to attend, working undercover by posing as GS groupie.
His bowels made an embarrassing squishy sound.
He was still, even now to this day, undergoing intense counseling....
.... just seeing a screen wipe, would caused an uncontrollable panic attack...

"Are you sure , that we aren't still on drugs, James?" Mamm's said, as they drove.
"I'm not sure babes," Said James / Austin "Things do look a little bloody strange, that's for sure... "

"Does everything seem, like....like...'smaller', somehow?" Mamm's said, " Smaller, than you remembered? I'm sure cars were much bigger..."
"Yeah, it definitely does seem weird ," Said James/ Austin, "... I thought it was just me, on a comedown from the drugs or something..."

Several hours later (about 32, in fact), they arrived at the docks, in NY, tired from the journey - and to a welcoming crowd that seemed to know them both very well.

Mamm's and Bond didn't have a clue who the hell they were , truth be told - but waved back anymway, pretending to know 'em, so as to avoid any disappointment.
....and so they began their journey to Normandy - with neither of them having a fucking clue whatsoever as to what was going to happen next...