Ewan steps out of his flat and finds his Ferrari 599 GTB Fiorano waiting with Q inside. He appears to be fiddling with something as 0011 steps up to the car and looks inside.
Q finally gives up and turns around. With Ewan standing just outside the window, Q jumps in surprise.
"Oh, there you are 0011, I was just checking the car's internal oxygen control levels. Should you be run off into a lake or the ocean, the car's cabin will automatically seal and feed you a near unlimited supply of oxygen. If you need to initiate the system manually for what ever reason, just push this button and it will perform its task.
Now, the standard armor plating is in place, and the windows and wind shield are of bullet proof glass. You also have the newest model of the passenger ejector seat. Headlights conceal a pair of .50 caliber machine guns. You also have the oil slick, and the smoke screen, plus four surface to surface anti-tank missles. There is a built in comsat phone ready for your usage.
Now I'm certain you know what I'm about to say, please bring her back without any damage."
With that, Q drops the keys into Ewan's hand.
Ewan smiles and plops himself into the driver's seat, running his hands over the controls. He guns the engine and speeds off toward the Chunnel.
0011 pulls up to Waterloo Station's maintenance yard where one of the technicians waves him towards the specially designed train car used by agents time and again that are headed to the mainland.
He pulls the Ferrari up on a ramp used for loading heavy objects onto freight cars as the tech guides the special one over to it. The entire side of the fake passenger car folds down on huge hydraulic pistons and bumps onto the ramp lightly. The tech nods to Ewan and he drives onto the car and parks. The wall of the train car folds back up and seals, and Ewan can feel it being moved once again to be attached to the next train.
During the trip, he has ample time to browse the packet of information lovingly supplied to him by Miss Moneypenny. In the envelope, she's included reservations for two at the Chez Clement and tickets for Moulin Rouge after. A note says, 'If you can't find someone to go with you, call me, and I'll be there. Kisses, Moneypenny.'
Two and a half hours later, Ewan pulls out of the back of the car in a similar yard in Paris. His evening should prove interesting, he points his Ferrari to the Champs-Elysées and upon ariving at the Hotel Lancaster, turns the vehicle over to the Valet. The staff of the hotel appear to be very polite as they carry his luggage to his suite and take care of his every need, and with the Aviation Club, one of Paris' most elegant casinos, just around the block. Ewan couldn't be happier to be himself.
Ewan decided he'd start simple, picking up the small telephone book and looking up Monde Libre Armes.
Ewan scans through the business section of the phone directory and finds the number, 01 27 45 67 89.