"Oh, that’s really good," Alex scoffed. "You dumb spook bastard! I’ve had two tubercular hemorrhages in the past week, and you’re coming out here to shoot me and leave me under this tree? You hopeless gringo moron, I just lived through the F-6, I don’t need some pissant assassin like you! I can die perfectly well all by myself. Get lost before I lose my temper."