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.
"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
"Gospodo," Mike said, his British accent cutting through the room like a blade. "I believe you're looking for an accident." Suddenly, the cafe door creaked open
One humid Tuesday, Mike sat in a dimly lit internet cafe on the edge of Valletta. He had just acquired a high-quality rip of a rare underground action flick he'd been dying to see, but there was a problem. His contact in the Balkans had sent him the wrong metadata. "Seriously