Colin Palmer - More Short Stories to Read on a Bus, a Car, a Train, a Plane (or a comfy chair anywhere) стр 10.

Cheers, he offered to his reflection, and took another sip.

He was average height  a tad under one hundred eighty centimeters, or almost five foot eleven to those rebellious Americans  mid-forties and fit with a strong shock of black hair immaculately groomed to present him as the professional that he was. He adjusted the knot of his tie slightly, nodded, but then sighed as he placed the whisky back down on the bar. His eyes went back to the mirror and the classic handsome face and piercing green eyes that returned his gaze. He shuddered at the thought that he had to bear this monstrous form for the duration of his mission, sans the microseconds required to infect others.