What happens when super-agent 007 gets his hands on the DIY Pocket Knife Wallet? Read on to find out...
A Quantum of Mini-Tools
This was the part Bond enjoyed the most -- feeling the warmth of the evening's first martini (shaken, not stirred), back to the corner, turning his mind to the pursuit of more pleasurable endeavors.
And yet, there were a few points of business to attend to first. Pulling out his handmade, leather slimline pocket-knife wallet, he tucked away the computer virus signature on micro-USB stick into one of the wallet's narrow, secure and snug pockets.
As he opened the wallet, Bond noticed that his razor-sharp mini-knife still had a nick and a spot of blood on it. A swipe with his cocktail napkin and quick touch-up with the file he always carried did the trick and his thoughts returned to the smoky room.
James leaned back, clipping the tip of a vintage cuban cigar with his slimline scissors, as the barmaid arrived at his side. She was attractive no doubt, Bond thought as he sized her up with just a glance. "A bit pedestrian, perhaps, but you never know" he figured as he accepted her offer of a refill.
"Got a pen?" she intoned, her voice full of confidence laced with just a touch of anticipation. Indeed he did -- it fit neatly between the toothpick and tweezers in yet another narrow but functional wallet pocket. He slid it across the table and watched as she took her time scrawling out something on his blood-tinged napkin. Too long for just a phone number, he thought, curiosity piqued. When she finally pushed it back across the table to him, he was intrigued to see if there was more to this barkeep than just a sultry voice and an appreciation of fine Italian leather.