"That's him," one of the men whispered in thick, Belgrade-accented Serbian.
Before they could reach for their holsters, Mike launched the stapler. By the time the movie reached the end credits, the cafe was empty, the two men were "sleeping" in the alleyway, and Mike Fallon had learned his first word of Serbian. Katastrofa.
"Gospodo," Mike said, his British accent cutting through the room like a blade. "I believe you're looking for an accident." Accident Man: Hitman's Holiday subtitles Serbian
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.
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. "That's him," one of the men whispered in
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." Katastrofa
Which, coincidentally, was exactly how he described his current retirement plan.