Imagine, if you will, that you are sitting in a bar having quiet drink with an old (newly divorced) friend, and he relates his tale of woe to you. This one should be read with a certain amount of scepticism when it comes to exactly what the narrator is telling the reader. But generally, I would suggest that that same scepticism suggested when reading this tale, would be advised when reading most of my —ahem— literary masterpieces. Alright, demented ravings! Happy Now?
A man retired from a secret government agency, hoped that his time with them was through. Little did he know that an enemy from the past was still on earth.