Westminster London
4-30 p.m.
April 19th
The black Honda had been parked nearby and it was there in minutes. Stanton stood by the back of the car as door opened for him on the stroke of half four. He looked back towards Downing Street expecting a huge explosion, but there wasn’t one. He stood still by the open door of the car looking.
“Get in Stanton.” Brook hissed.
Stanton was unmoved, he stood still looking. Suddenly bright orange smoke rose up in the air from that direction. Stanton got into the car and pulled the door closed.
The Honda pulled away. The cell phone in his pocket rang. He took out the lime green phone and answered the call.
“Yes.”
“This is the man who employed you.”
“Who are you?”
“We’ll meet later. Congratulations.”
“There was no explosion, just a smoke bomb by the looks of it.”
“That was the job Stanton; that was the job. We’ll meet and I’ll explain. In the meantime my men will take you to a safe house and give you your reward.”
The phone call ended.
“Impressive work Stanton, very impressive.” Brook grinned.
“I’m still confused.” Stanton replied.
“All will be revealed.”
“Any news on a price for the disk?” Stanton asked, not knowing what else to say.
“Yes. The boss is very impressed. Overall I’d say he’s all ecstatic. Job done.”