Forty-five minutes ago my cover was blown. I’ve been hiding out in London as a banker; there have been numerous reporting’s of some not so friendly characters snooping around the London Eye. Every day at 1p.m. they would walk into the South Street Band and then leave. Five minutes later they would walk in again, then leave. So my boss hooked be up with a job as a teller to report back my findings, but lately things around here got overly intense. Well if I am going to tell you this right I should start at the beginning. Let’s say three days ago.
It was just an ordinary Tuesday and I was walking down toward the deli to meet up with my old school chum Philmore. Just about to turn the corner I noticed an ID card on the ground; I picked it up and read, “Mitch Flannigan.” He looked kind of like a poodle; big curly brown hair, dark bushy eyebrows that looked like a scowl, a thick dark brown moustache with little gray bits on the left side, and big circular hippie glasses kind of like the ones Harry Potter wore. Which is kind of funny because Mitch Flannigan had a lightning shape wrinkle indent on his right cheek; I believe it was there to even out the gray.
So I turned and looked around to see if I saw Mitch, but I did not. So I planned on going to the deli and on my way home haul a cab to take me to the station, but things do not always turn out the way you plan. The deli was about four streets overt from where I found the ID; I began walking so I would not be late. Getting a creepy sensation that someone was following me I snapped my head around as quick as a whip only to find nobody. “Maybe I am just a little tired,” I thought. So I kept on walking, but when I was two streets from the deli got that funny feel…
… and final member of their little gang is the operator of the London Eye. The other two probably went to get him every day, he would get off of work at around 12:45 p.m. and it taking them 15 minutes to walk over to the bank, thus getting there at 1 p.m. They were probably observing and getting ready for something big, but why would they walk in again. Probably to raise buzz, the more buzz there is off them the more famous they become.” The police officer said shockingly, “That is incredible! I am sorry we should have listened to you on Tuesday.” I then replied, “I want to say thank you, but no thank you. If you would have listened to me on Tuesday than none of this would have ever happened. I would never have had the reason to prove your wrong and try to solve it.” I then added, “I just have one more thing to ask. What are you supposed to do with those guys?”