Retribution

MI6 thinks they can control the situation. Warlike thinks he rules the world. They’re all wrong. I ditched the whole lot of them. Just another day in the life of Peaceful the naïve tourist. A few strategic purchases, two items from a food store, and another at a gardening store, and an extended time in a women’s rest room, I mixed the ingredients and then decided to ride the tube at rush hour. A little smoke, someone yells fire, and you have an instant stampede.

I find now that I have not prepared appropriately for London weather, it’s freezing and has been raining some, but I warm myself with thoughts of them running around that house in a state of panic because they’ve lost me. I had to show them, I had to know for myself that I can make it without them, that I don’t need anyone. I will slum it for a few days, see if I can’t make it to Portsmouth and get a ferry to France or Spain. I have already given my mobile to some shoeless street kid, but I have memorized the numbers of some of the agents, I will call them in a few days just to mess with them.

I lifted an iPhone off of a yuppie in the tube, so I could write this, it will be shut off soon. The next question is what to do next. If I manage to drop off the radar long enough to have a new life who do I want to be, what do I want to do? I can think about that once I have gotten the English channel between myself and them.