Following the Breadcrumbs

"Smith, you arrived at the perfect time."

Smooch, smooch, smooch.

"Three times for good luck, eh, Mark?"

"As always, sir."

"I see you respect your roots."

"Come with me, sir. I will show you what I have been working on."

Smith walked confidently with great stride. His suit was silky smooth brown with custom buttons from a premium haberdashery.

Mark stopped and presented papers to Smith. The papers were inside a file that was marked classified.

The room was sanitized and freakishly clean. In the air you could smell the cleaning detergents.

Smith spent some time reading the files and then looked at Mark. "If this is true, this could cause big waves in the world and across the globe. This can put a shift in the whole MI5 and CIA, FBI, Mossad relationships. These papers could make the world powers shift."

Mark was standing there with no reaction, without saying a word.

Smith left the files there and, a little worried, said to Mark, "Leave it here and don't tell anyone until I tell you so."

Mark nodded.

Smith was tired from his work. His head was slowly falling down from time to time. His eyes felt heavy. He felt like he hadn't slept in ages.

He entered the café to get coffee, as a man working for the secret service would always do. He didn't take coffee to go.

He sat down and was absolutely angry at the café decorations. This stupid café. What is with this monkey business? Stupid decorations. The waiter offered a bitter smile to Mr. Smith.

Mr. Smith was a true gentleman. He smoked only the best cigars. He sipped coffee slowly with his ears always open to his surroundings. He picked up on a conversation that piqued his interest. He heard about some arrangements against the will. He was a master at putting the puzzle together. He could make a 1,000-piece puzzle set alone. He was proud of that. He listened and listened.

So these two are forced to do something against their will, and now they will take revenge on them. They even talked about each running in separate ways. All of this piqued Smith's interest. He thought he was onto something. He knew something was about to go down. He listened and listened. Two younglings talking in some kind of code. He was getting even more suspicious now.

They are talking about some cakes and books. She is also German, I am certain about it. Hmm, this must be more serious than I thought if the Germans are involved. They are talking in codes and using romance as a cover. I better follow this through.

He was now with his binoculars in a small, busted-up car, eating a cheeseburger, spying on the couple from the café. Hmm, cake shop. Maybe I was wrong after all, Smith thought. He was still watching them with binoculars through the window. He saw all the action and came to the conclusion that he must have been seen. This is the way for them to throw me off the tracks. They are doing all of this to avoid my suspicions. Damn, they are good.

Smith was disappointed in himself. They must have noticed me from the beginning. I must go back to the base and think about this.

Sophia and Wilson enjoyed a cup of tea, shirtless, patiently waiting for Sophia's dad to come up the stairs and see the pearls of his hard work.

Sophia was drinking tea with Wilson and actually having some fun. But her true goal was for her dad to give up on this idea of setting her up with guys.

She thought this was a good plan. Wilson agreed without even knowing he agreed. He was there for good fun, thinking he'd fixed his earlier bad impression.

They must have drunk all the tea from the house, but Ludwig was not coming up. Then Sophia heard that he started the car. "We must follow him!!!!" she said to Wilson "calmly."

They dressed their shirts backwards, mixed their socks, and ran to Wilson's car to follow Ludwig.

Ludwig was peacefully driving to see Mary, who had invited him over for coffee in this late hour, and Ludwig, being tired from work, accepted in hopes of something more than coffee. He didn't notice the car following him, but the car that was following him also didn't know they were being followed as well.

Mr. Smith was back. He changed clothes and car. He was back on the trail. Following small traces like breadcrumbs, trails so small anyone else would lose them.