(I don’t know about you, but if I ever found myself in an action movie, I’d be dead in the first ten minutes. Now, if it were a zombie movie… the first five minutes.)
Before all this, I thought that the end would be different.
I mean, I’m an accountant, for Chrissakes.
I thought that the end would be me in my bed. Alone.
Or maybe in the hospital with a million tubes in me, listening to that beeping monitor thing.
Or maybe in the bank, suddenly keeling over because of a stroke.
Now, after discovering the discrepancies in the accounts of a corrupt diplomat and being chased by an elite group of assassins through five major European cities, I guess being strapped to a gigantic bomb would be the way to go.