I’m a sucker for secret agents. I love the tension and drama that accompanies a good spy story, and I’m a big fan of the car chase, the shoot-out, and the desperate race to save the president/the girl/the super-secret computer program from falling into the hands of the dastardly government/villain/corporation.
Unfortunately, there’s one element in most spy yarns that doesn’t quite cut it for me, and it’s in the romance department. All too often, the hero is left with a broken heart as he watches his lover die a gruesome and usually pointless death, leaving him forever scarred. Not exactly a great reward for saving the world.
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