Chapter sixteen
{Present day}
Arnold cared little about the influx of traffic; vehicles, pedestrians and cyclist as his cab sped by on Tower Bridge. Neither, did he dare a glance at the glassy arm of River Thames that stretched for as long as eyes could see. Instead, he focused on the sole thing stuck on his mind and for which he had flown transatlantic. He had moved from Washington’s Dulles Airport, soon as the off-the-cuff request had come in down the chain of command at Langley, and had arrived at London’s City Airport [LCY] a little past 18:00 hours. After which, he’d lodged at the nearby Tower Hotel, where he had passed the night.
His mission here in London though extemporary was quite simple. He was to play the messenger role of America’s top HUMINT agency to UK’s intelligence com
