On the day of the failed attempt.
The two bombers that threw a bomb on Poul Nielsen's carriage returned to an undisclosed mansion just ten kilometers away from Buckingham Palace.
They were being escorted by the palace guards, leading them toward a room where their employer was waiting.
As they arrived at the door, the two royal guards standing on either side of the door pushed the door open, revealing an ornate reception room bathed in soft, golden light. The air was thick with a sense of anticipation as the bombers entered, their steps echoing on the marble floor.
Seated at the far end of the room, behind a polished mahogany desk, was a distinguished figure in a tailored suit. His piercing blue eyes sparkled with a mix of authority and menace.
"Welcome back, gentlemen," Lord Vandermere greeted them, his voice smooth and commanding. "I trust the mission was carried out successfully?"
