A man in a casual pair of trousers and vest stood at the corner of the street, skimming through the newspaper in his hands, blending effortlessly in the crowd of the metropolis. Every six seconds or so, his eyes flickered towards the door of Flemming's Dressmakers, keeping out a sharp eye for any suspicious movement among the crowd while waiting for their target to come outside.

The task provided to him was indeed peculiar, but so was the target. It donned a vest with shiny purple peacocks embroidered on it, glinting in the occasional ray of light and its features too, were...to put it mildly, quite unlike a normal man. A bit chubby, round and, er unusual for someone of the working class and of his age.

However, he was fully aware of his employer's temperament and prefered to silently carry out his work and keep his questions and opinions to himself. Turning yet another page of the newspaper, he looked up out of the corner of his eye to see the door open and a woman in a blue dress and blonde hair step out hurriedly and flag a cabbie. As she flung herself inside, he heard her ask the cabbie to hurry up to the Docks.

Strange woman, he thought, drawing back his attention towards his newspaper as he awaited the return of Mr. Victor Linton.

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