Fan Casting Rodin in Portrait of a Lady

A silent, helmeted angel of death astride a motorcycle, Sir Henry's personal instrument of lethal efficiency. He sees the world through a heads-up targeting display, locks onto human bodies the way a fighter pilot locks onto enemy aircraft, and kills with the dispassion of a man who has reduced violence to a technical exercise. He does not speak. He does not emote. He rides, he drives, he kills, and he is finally undone not by Bond's ingenuity but by an element as ancient and indifferent as the sea itself.