Opening the office door, Bond stepped into the forbidding darkness. The room, though black as night, left him unfazed. Creeping forward, a cough caused him to falter.
“Good evening, Mr Bond. We’ve been expecting you.”
Lights flooded on, followed by a fusillade of small explosions.
Flinging himself to the floor, Bond found himself festooned with confetti, facing a fearsome foursome: Scaramanga, Le Chiffre, Goldfinger, and Blofeld.
“Surprise!” chorused the felons, firing further festive party poppers.
My entry in the November 2019 75 Word Story Challenge at SFFChronicles
Theme: Birthdays
Genre: Spy Thriller
M. Robert Gibson 