Forty-five minutes ago my cover was blown. I hid in London as a banker; there have been numerous reports of some not-so-friendly characters snooping around the London Eye. Every day at 1pm they would join the South Street Band and then leave. Five minutes later they came back in again and then left. So my boss got a job as a teller to report my findings, but lately things have gotten overly intense around here. Well, if I have to tell you right, I should start at the beginning. Let's say three days ago. It was an ordinary Tuesday and I was walking to the grocery store to meet my old school friend Philmore. Just as I turned the corner I noticed an ID card on the ground; I picked it up and read "Mitch Flannigan." He looked like a poodle; big curly brown hair, thick dark eyebrows that looked like a frown, thick dark brown mustache with little bits of gray on the left side, and large circular hippie glasses similar to those worn by Harry Potter. 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 grey. So I turned and looked around to see if I saw Mitch, but I didn't see him. So I planned to go to the supermarket and on the way home take a taxi to take me to the station, but things don't always go as you plan. The grocery store was about four streets from where I found the ID; I started walking so as not to be late. Having an unsettling feeling that someone was following me, I whipped my head around as fast as a whip only to find no one. “Maybe I'm just a little tired,” I thought. So I kept walking, but when I was two streets away from the grocery store I got that strange feeling... middle of paper... and the last member of their little gang is the operator of the London Eye. The other two probably picked him up every day, he left work around 12.45pm and it took them 15 minutes to get to the bank, thus arriving at 1pm They were probably watching and preparing for something big, but why would they go in again. Probably to increase the buzz, the more buzz there is about them, the more famous they become.” The police officer shockingly said: “This is unbelievable! I'm sorry we were supposed to hear from you on Tuesday. So I replied: “I want to thank you, but no, thank you. If you had listened to me on Tuesday, none of this would have ever happened. I would never have had reason to prove you wrong and try to fix it. Then I added, “I just have one more thing to ask you. What should you do with those guys??”