This is a continuation of my "I suck at being a spy" series, which avid readers will recall recently took me to London Zoo... I have been sent to Nottinghamshire in the UK to follow someone known as "The Australian" (why they chose such a horrible code name is beyond me).
This is a continuation of my "I suck at being a spy" series, which avid readers will recall recently took me to London Zoo...
I have been sent to Nottinghamshire in the UK to follow someone known as "The Australian" (why they chose such a horrible code name is beyond me).
My task was to meet covertly with my handler at the booking office and where I would be given instructions on what day to attend the match and what signals to use to the surveillance team should a rapid...
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This is a continuation of my "I suck at being a spy" series, which avid readers will recall recently took me to London Zoo... I have been sent to Nottinghamshire in the UK to follow someone known as "The Australian" (why they chose such a horrible code name is beyond me). My task was to meet covertly with my handler at the booking office and where I would be given instructions on what day to attend the match and what signals to use to the surveillance team should a rapid mobilisation be required.
Once every four years, Trent Bridge cricket ground gets very busy for five days with the Ashes Test Match and it was widely believed that the person of interest would use this event to meet with one of his contacts to hand over information. Unfortunately, as you all no doubt know, I suck at being a spy. When I went into bat, I remember being clean bowled!
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