![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() As the big chords punch home, Dennis’s heart begins to pound. God, he wishes he was going home to her right now, rather than to Penny, with her diet-drained body and her incessant fault-finding.Īs if on cue, as he glides the final hundred meters, the “Eye of the Tiger” theme from Ro c k y III kicks in on the Bluetooth player in his cycling helmet. Which is where he needs it, given Gabi’s raging libido. Keeps his ear to the street and the blood racing through his veins. Before he knows it, he’ll be one of those paunchy old shags propping up the Thames House bar, nursing his Laphroaig and complaining about how much better things were before the fembots in HR took over.Ĭycling helps keep Dennis in touch. Tempting of course, status-wise, but a slippery slope. As the director of D4 Branch at MI5, responsible for counter-espionage against Russia and China, Dennis has reached a level of seniority where he can, if he wishes, get chauffeured home in one of the Service’s fleet of anonymous, mid-range vehicles. ![]()
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