I decided to take her on a visit to my grandmother's back at Southampton.We boarded the first train from London.The railway security were suspecting her because she didn't have an Italian tourist pass.They checked us and let us go.
As we were boarding the train,all eyes were on us.Which was expected but,she felt discomfort this time.I asked her what's wrong and she didn't say anything.I embraced her and made her fall asleep.
I went to check on the pantry for lunch.They again asked for my ID and I showed it.They asked me for an autograph but i was
Nothing but an insurance agent -Steve buckle.
Surprisingly enough,the staff gave me a VIP meal although i was boarding the civilian car.
They also upgraded us to the Nobles' car.
We got down the train and i felt something unusual.I fell on the ground with a huge thud.my forehead was bleeding, before i could realise.I was dead.
It was Jeanette who shot me-She was the Upper Officer General of the French Police and she was in an undercover mission in London.But little did i know it was to shoot me.
I could still see and hear everything.My body felt as light as a feather.I could see my corpse being discarded and what was near it.
Shook me to the Core.