Chapter Five
“In taking revenge, a man is but even with his enemy; but in passing it over, he is superior.” — Francis Bacon.
The setting sun peeked from behind velvety curtain of clouds, with its dull forehead streaking the western horizon behind the MI6 building on Albert embankment with a speck of orange. Nicely set up with roughly one hundred, and thirty thousand feet of glass and aluminum on the bank of River Thames, Vauxhall; a southwestern part of central London. And with about sixty separate roofs, and its largest part below street level; the postmodern tiered building, built in the architectural style of Mayan and Aztec temple was a sight to lay eyes on. These awing features among other things perhaps are one of the many things that stood Vauxhall cross apart from other buildings
