Forty-five minutes ago my cover was revealed. I hid in London as a banker; there have been numerous reports of not-so-friendly characters nosing around the London Eye. Every day at 1 p.m. they would join the South Street Band and then leave. Five minutes later they returned, then left again. So my boss took a job as a cashier to report my findings, but lately things around here have gotten too intense. Well, if I want to tell you this correctly, I should start at the beginning. Let's say three days ago. It was just a regular Tuesday and I was heading to the grocery store to meet up with my old school friend, Philmore. As I turned the corner, I noticed an ID card on the ground; I picked it up and read “Mitch Flannigan.” He looked a bit like a poodle; big curly brown hair, bushy dark eyebrows that looked like a scowl, a thick dark brown mustache with little gray bits on the left side, and big circular hippie glasses much like the ones Harry Potter wore. Which is kind of funny because Mitch Flannigan had a lightning bolt wrinkle on his right cheek; I think it was there to even out the gray. So I turned around and looked around to see if I had seen Mitch, but I didn't see him. So I planned to go to the grocery store and on the way back take a taxi to the train station, but things don't always go as planned. The grocery store was about four blocks from where I found the ID; I started walking so as not to be late. Having the frightening feeling that someone was following me, I turned my head as quickly as a whip to find no one. “Maybe I’m just a little tired,” I thought. So I kept walking, but when I was two blocks from the grocery store, I had this funny feeling... middle of paper... and the last member of their little gang is the London Eye operator. The other two probably picked him up every day, he left work around 12:45 and it took them 15 minutes to walk to the bank, arriving at 1 p.m. They were probably watching and preparing for something big, but why would they come back. Probably to create buzz, the more buzz there is about them, the more famous they become. The policeman said shockingly: “It’s unbelievable! I'm sorry we should have listened to you on Tuesday. I then replied: “I want to say thank you, but no thank you. If you had listened to me on Tuesday, none of this would have happened. I would never have had a reason to prove you wrong and try to fix it. I then added, “I just have one more thing to ask.” What are you supposed to do with these guys?”