Past Time

8- Time for Buisness

I have no idea how close or far I am from the musuem. I was suppose to land in Great Russell St. right in front of the musuem, but found myself by the Hungerford bridge.

This was not according to plan. If this goes wrong then how many other things will? I can't let my thoughts get to me.

It was still midday and I needed to get to Great Russell St. by the end of the day if I want to stay on schedule.

I looked down at my left hand and gripped the watch. If I had this I would at least be able to get back to present day. People surrounded me, throwing rude looks, and the sky was gray. I somehow expected 1800s England to be more, glamorous.

Marshie crawled out of my pocket and I held him in my hands, petting his small head. He looked tired, probably because he was hungry, which made me realize I was hungry. "We'll find some food don't you worry," I whispered to him before I placed him back into my coat pockets.

I scanned my surroundings, the bridge was to the right and there was a long road and shops and tall buildings lined either side.

I let out a cough, the air was filled with smog.

I made my way towards a cafe, with the 1700£ given to me by the agency. The place was over crowded for its size. There were two tables which weren't in the best shape. People stood at the sides shoving biscuits in their mouths and chugging down their tea, wanting to avoid the cold.

By now I figured, it was not a good time for England.

I stood at the back of the line which reached the door. Squinting towards the menu, which was fading away. As I moved up in the line I started to feel a pair of eyes on me. Since the room was so crowded I didn't think much of it, but I kept my guard up.

After ordering an Earl Grey and two scones I go to stand at the side of the cafe. Squeezing into a tight place I drank my tea and dropped pieces of my scone into my pocket so that Marshie could munch on them.

I still felt eyes on me and starting to feeling odd, I looked around the room and decided to do a basic test that I learned in training for testing to see if someone was following you. It's called trace and trap.

Creative, I know.

I exited the cafe and began to walk down the sidewalk towards an alley. There were so many people that if the person doesn't lose me, I know they're following.

I took a sudden turn down a narrow alley littered with trash and the ground contained puddles. I was quick to climb a set of rickety metal stairs attached to the side of a building.

I find a place in the stairs where I can't be seen and had a view of the ground. Even if someone looked up, they couldn't see me.

I waited a few moments and then heard steps.

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