Mike smiled. Maybe the subtitles were more useful than he thought. He didn't need to read the screen to know what was coming next. He waited for the beat to drop in the movie's soundtrack, then stood up.
"Seriously?" Mike muttered, staring at the screen. He clicked through the settings. "Accident Man: Hitman's Holiday. Subtitles: Serbian." Accident Man: Hitman's Holiday subtitles Serbian
Suddenly, the cafe door creaked open. Two men in cheap suits walked in, looking far too focused for a pair of tourists. Mike didn't look up from his Serbian-subtitled masterpiece, but his hand slid toward the heavy, brass stapler on the desk. Mike smiled
He didn't speak a word of Serbian. He knew how to say "Where is the target?" in six languages, but Serbian wasn't one of them. He considered calling his partner, Siu-Lo, but she’d just mock his technical incompetence. He waited for the beat to drop in
Mike Fallon was the best in the business, but even the world's most creative hitman had his limits. After his "unfortunate" departure from London, Fallon found himself laying low in Malta, far away from the familiar grime of the English underworld. He was supposed to be keeping a low profile, but Mike Fallon didn't do "low profile." He did accidents.