"Sir Charles Walton... old Fox, I heard the security in his office is even more troublesome than 10 Downing Street. Princess Alexandra, on the other hand, attends events quite frequently."
Ethan stroked his chin, "We're going to fire a big firecracker, huh? But I like it, those British do need sorting out."
"Do they still think it's the colonial era? They deserve a beating."
"Can you handle it?" Reinhardt asked, "In London, how have our people infiltrated?"
"Handle it? Of course, we can handle it."
Ethan straightened up, his professional demeanor emerging, "In London, we have a few 'Sleepers', with clean identities, buried quite deep."
"Be professional," Reinhardt reminded.
"Don't worry, boss," Ethan smiled, a hint of wildness in that smile, "Car bombs, sniper, poison needle, garrote... we are more familiar with the old skills. I guarantee it will be 'professional', but also thrilling enough to give those gentlemen and ladies nightmares."
