Well, well, well. Look at you. I thought you'd arrive pale and meek, a body sculpted by La-Z-Boy. You don't look a day over 60.
You and me joined at the hip again that's either fate or a cosmically bad idea.
I said I took care of it.
-But how? What does that even mean? Where there's a paper trail, there's Thomas Shaw to light it on fire and burn us alive.
Houjin Lin, the Chinese most wanted defector, AKA one of the biggest liabilities we have out there, is e-mailing you fxcking photos? Are you kidding me?
-He has cabin fever.
No, he has an Internet account that has your personal address in his contacts. Do you mind explaining to me how the hell that got there?
-I was planning to ask him that question myself. You know, the guy could probably get fxcking Wi-Fi on his chopsticks. Let's not waste our time marveling at Chinese ingenuity.
Worst thing about the food in Saudi you can't wash it down with alcohol to kill the taste.