Epilogue

As Alex jumped in, he programmed the internal GPS to navigate to England. Thank God the boat had one, though he really couldn't imagine the Smile Man trying to steer a boat.

He chanced a look around and noticed the Smile Man's disciples chasing him in jet skis. They were a lot faster than – he checked the name on the side of the boat – Moby Dick.

Pacing anxiously, he had just spotted the lovely, non-golden shores of England when "BANG!" the men shot the fuel tank.

"Shit!" he swore. Thinking quickly, he jumped into the sea just in time before Moby Dick exploded.

The white whale was no more.

The minions, thinking he was dead, turned around and left him to swim the remaining 2km to his home country.

Great, he thought sourly. Just great.

(OoO)

After swimming what seemed like the longest swim of his life, Alex now had to make his way to the Royal and General. Of course, he could dry off first, but he wanted revenge. After all, it was sweet.

Blunt would know his displeasure. It would come in the form of . . . footprints.

"MUWAHAHAHA!" he laughed suddenly.

People around him, already giving this wet and obviously brooding stranger a wide berth, shrank away a few more metres.

It was not a good combination, being wet, brooding and insane; not good at all.

(OoO)

Our Hero squelched, dripping wet, through the doors of the Royal and General, ignoring the gaping agents around him.

His narrowed eyes dared anyone – anyone – to laugh.

Oh, how he hated tropical places. They were so . . . wet.

THE END

A/N: Well, my first multi-chapter story is complete. Like it? Hate it? Don't care? Leave your comments in a review, please!