Thud, thud, thud!
In the bedroom of Hotel B25, Link Baker was sleeping when he heard a clear knocking sound from outside. He yawned, turned over in bed, casually picked up the wristwatch from his bedside, and glanced at it, 6:10 AM.
He drew back the curtains, and the early morning golden dawn streamed through the towering spires of the Tower Bridge, hitting the floor-to-ceiling windows, clear as water, carrying a hint of early autumn chill.
Outside the window, the Thames flowed quietly, as through it had flowed through countless ages, and today was just another extraordinarily ordinary day in its long life.
Link tied the sash of his robe and walked to the coat rack to open the door. Standing at the door were Franco, Anna, Simon, Wallace, Paul, the hotel manager, and two hotel security guards.
Just as he was about to speak, Franco gestured with his finger for him to stay silent.