It was a dark dark night. Fog engulfed the meagre sky line, and the streets were empty. Almost.
I made my way carefully, awareness sense heightened by my spec ops training. I became accustomed to these envrionments during wars that were too secret to make the news.
I sensed something was wrong. Crouching like a tiger, hidden like a dragon, I looked carefully through the partially open curtains of a nearby flat. Supporting my weight with one hand, and supporting by weaner with the other, I was careful not to cause to much rustling.
With a flick of the wrist and an expertly drawn tissue, I managed to complete the exercise with no spillage.
Old Grandma Maud had no idea I was there when she'd bent over from her zimmer frame to pick up the soap.
Another succesful mission.
By the way, ol' Brown Bear. Why didn't you stay in the car?
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