An undistinguishable chatter filled the room. Someone was speaking on the Secret Service’s earpiece and he listened intently while touching his right ear. Then, he looked at both women and they gave him their undivided attention.
Cars zipped by endlessly as he observed the movement of Agents that were assigned to secure the perimeter around the Parliament. Richard stared at the front doors as they swung open. He raised the silenced barrel of the rifle from the windowsill and aimed the crosshairs on the person exiting the building. He used the thumb of his right hand to press a button on his watch to start the chronometer. Then he hit it again to pause the time as soon as the person disappeared behind a tree.
London was awakening to a damp and gloomy day. The air coming in the room was so heavy with humidity that it became difficult to breathe. It was under such conditions that Richard Maxwell walked to the corner of the vacant room and looked out the window. The city was covered with a mist that caused the street to look eerie.