It's an ongoing, written by Greg Pak and drawn by Marc Laming.
It's starting off with Bond and a modern take on one of his well-known antagonists.
That character's not the one with the shoe or the one with the teeth.
They made themselves known in the opening, interrupting a meeting in Singapore.
The man who'd come with a case ran.
One of the guys he'd been meeting tried to get him to stop, with a gun.

The man with the case rode the elevator down to the bottom floor.
James Bond, from the bar, saw him disembark.
Bond crossed over to a poker table, keeping his eye on the man.
Someone else took the seat next to him.
They played.
Bond went all in.

Lee showed his hand.

Bond, noticing the guy with the case was being guided away, left the table.
Lee followed him, into the kitchen.
Some other guys showed up, with guns - Bond left Lee, to pursue the guy with the case.
" Cold. " sighed Lee, before dealing with the new arrivals.
He confronted Bond, deeper in the kitchen: " Hey, buddy! "
" Can't keep away, can you? "
" Surprised? "
" Just a little. Who are you working for? "
" Wouldn't be much of a secret agent if I told you that, would I? "
" Fair enough..
" .. but it would be a shame to kill you if I didn't have to. "

Lee disarmed Bond.

Lee jumped over and kicked Bond's gun further away.
Bond pulled a knife out of a nearby block.

He switched the knife to his other hand.

Bond headed out to his car and called Moneypenny, uploading what he'd come out with through a port next to the shifter.

(Very convenient device.)

(Pagecount's a little over 7 of 22 from last month's #1.
#2's out later this month.
Colors're Triona Farrell. Letters're Ariana Maher.)
It's starting off with Bond and a modern take on one of his well-known antagonists.
That character's not the one with the shoe or the one with the teeth.
They made themselves known in the opening, interrupting a meeting in Singapore.
The man who'd come with a case ran.
One of the guys he'd been meeting tried to get him to stop, with a gun.

The man with the case rode the elevator down to the bottom floor.
James Bond, from the bar, saw him disembark.
Bond crossed over to a poker table, keeping his eye on the man.
Someone else took the seat next to him.
They played.
Bond went all in.

Lee showed his hand.

Bond, noticing the guy with the case was being guided away, left the table.
Lee followed him, into the kitchen.
Some other guys showed up, with guns - Bond left Lee, to pursue the guy with the case.
" Cold. " sighed Lee, before dealing with the new arrivals.
He confronted Bond, deeper in the kitchen: " Hey, buddy! "
" Can't keep away, can you? "
" Surprised? "
" Just a little. Who are you working for? "
" Wouldn't be much of a secret agent if I told you that, would I? "
" Fair enough..
" .. but it would be a shame to kill you if I didn't have to. "

Lee disarmed Bond.

Lee jumped over and kicked Bond's gun further away.
Bond pulled a knife out of a nearby block.

He switched the knife to his other hand.

Bond headed out to his car and called Moneypenny, uploading what he'd come out with through a port next to the shifter.

(Very convenient device.)

(Pagecount's a little over 7 of 22 from last month's #1.
#2's out later this month.
Colors're Triona Farrell. Letters're Ariana Maher.)
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Date: 2018-12-08 05:21 pm (UTC)Also excellent snarkery from Miss Moneypenny, always a bonus.
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Date: 2018-12-08 06:07 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2018-12-09 04:17 am (UTC)It's not clear from these scans, but is he still employed by Goldfinger, here, or is he working on his own?
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Date: 2018-12-09 04:40 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2018-12-12 01:46 pm (UTC)