Here I was. An eerie silence hung around the room as I entered. Empty. I began the trek up the winding staircase. On the seventh floor I stopped, tapped on the wall 3 times with my knuckle and entered the room. The owners of the building had left years ago and since then it had been taken over by the I.S.S. [Irish Spy Service]. The building was perfect as not a single person ever gave a second glance. I took a seat and took out my briefcase. I produced a file on the Craggle.
“Alright, boys, let’s get down to business.”