The Mysterious Figure

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Hazel Velazquez stretched as she got out of bed, her head aching, because she was up all night studying for her accounting, law and IT end of year exam at Harvard University. She got ready and in the mirror, she saw her sleek brown hair and her hazel eyes staring right back at her. She thought I might just stop for breakfast at Starbucks before I head to class.

She was sitting in her favourite coffee shop, Starbucks, eating breakfast, just before she went to class. Sitting on the table next to her is this strange man dressed in all black with a hoodie covering his face. He was typing on his laptop, which was quite a peculiar looking laptop, one that she had never seen before. He typed the words "It begins raining outside", and it instantly starts raining. I raised my eyebrows in alarm, the man notices and quickly scurried out of the coffee shop. Nobody else seemed to notice, but me.

Summer break was here, and deciding to find out who that was, she was as ready as she would ever be and was determined to find out who this scoundrel was. She was on her way back to her apartment when she happened to bump into Austin, who worked at the nearest Starbucks, which happened to be the exact place where she saw the strange thing happen. He asked her if she saw it too, and they decided to investigate further into it together.

They made plans to thwart this mysterious person's plans. Every day for 2 weeks they, under the disguise of coffee shop workers (thanks to Austin). At this point, Austin who was so sick of calling this person, person exclaimed" Can we just call him something like Mr No Identity", "Sure why not", Hazel said. Everyday Hazel pretended to be the coffee shops errands person, therefore always "coincidently" bumping into the Mr No Identity, who always wore something covering his face, as if scared of revealing his identity. He always carried a briefcase, which seemed to be carrying something very important. The way he moved around always checking if anyone was watching him, would make you think he was up to something no good. To their advantage, Mr No Identity was completely and utterly oblivious that he was being surveilled. 

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