I watched in quiet fear as the pair of shoes walked paused at the car I was hiding under. The person dropped something and leaned their backs against the car. He pushed the piece of paper under the car with the toe of his shoe. Well, I assumed it was a he because it was male dress pants and dress shoes. The long, confident, striding gate also helped. I cautiously picked up the paper and unfolded it. The following was scrawled across the paper;
"One minute distraction - Get in the car or run"
I hesitated. I knew all too well the tricks people can and will use. Comparatively, the other option was even less favorable. I gently tugged on his pant leg and at once they both moved into action. He unlocked the car and strode through the crowd running into my pursuers, drawing their attention. At the same time I rolled out from under the car, yanked open the door and dived into the back seat. I moved a seat and slid into the trunk, pulling the seat almost closed. I heard the doors close and the car moved down the road. I waited quietly in the trunk of the car as it bounced down the London streets. When the cars ignition turned off I pushed down the seat. The rear door opened and I was offered a helping hand. I was still a bit fuzzy from whatever I had been drugged with, but I was asked to come in for tea and question. Not tea and crackers, but tea and questions. The previously offered hand directed me past a wrought iron gate, up three steps and past a brass door knocker. There were three numbers and a letter screwed above that brass door knocker. Little did I know that those brass figures would change my life. Up in the apartment I met an old friend.
"Hello again Dr. Watson" I greeted my friend.
"Hello again Hope"