A hooded figure strolled across the white blanket that coated the street as the snow crunched underneath his feet. He turned down a back alley. He marched into the centre of Trafalgar square whilst the street lights pointed at him from above which made him easily visible,compared to the the thick,pitch-black sky. A man in a suit walked up to him with a suitcase and the strange figure took it. The man shouldn't have turned round so early beacause,the strange figure released a revolver from his pocket. Before the suited man had time to react, he was dead...