I don't know why Steve Cole is writing these books, I really don't. This is ALMOST as dull as a Raymond Benson movie novelization. It's like this guy doesn't know anything about Our Man at all.
When this book started I actually thought it might be better than the last one Cole did, but it just gets worse. It just takes bits and pieces from all other books, mashes them together and produces something PAINFULLY dull.
With Charlie Higson's books my eyes were glued to the page. With Cole's books I'm so distracted by wondering what the weather is like outside - that I realise I haven't taken WHOLE chapters in and need to reread chunks of the books again.
Please come back Charlie Higson... all is forgiven.