Men respected him; wanted to be him, women just wanted him. What did he want? Kelvin just wanted to serve his last six months serving Queen and country and ponder a life-changing decision. Stay in and jump from Staff Sergeant, Royal Engineers, to the heady heights of Captain, or get out and give that business idea a go; one that could make him a mint and get him the woman he loved, to boot.
But then his country came calling once more; one last job; a nothing task. Get in, get out and report. Play at being James Bond. Every red blooded male's wet dream, right?
But some dreams are nightmares.