The prospect of being MI6's cannon fodder in the dodgiest countries in the world in terms of survival prospects didn't appeal to Mark, who still clung onto his Rufus identity inside.
Financially, and comfortwise, while he was in Cyprus it was good, but you can only enjoy what you're alive to experience he told himself, and his instinct was always to stay living. The villa was great, the workshop was terrific.
There's only so much swimming and sunbathing you can do, so, with encouragement and control from Mac2, Mark started on a project.
Disabling the chip deeply embedded inside him!