“White?”
She dropped the burner into the canal. It sank without a ripple. Somewhere in the Caribbean, a man with a scar on his cheek was loading a Walther PPK, his heart as cold as the deep water below. PC - 007- Quantum of Solace
Static. Then his voice. Flat. Devoid of the old charm. “I found him.” “White
The mission would succeed. Bond would see to that. But PC-007 would remain open, a permanent stain on his file. A reminder that even 00-agents have a breaking point. And when they cross it, the only solace left is the one they refuse to take. PC - 007- Quantum of Solace
The third: Mr. White. A ghost in a tailored suit. The organization behind the ghost: Quantum.