Looking across the town square, Horace held a small book and watched the palace in the distance. With a peaceful smile, he waited as people gave him strange looks, wondering why he wasn't reading despite having a book open. Minutes turned to an hour, and looking up at the sun, he smiled.
'Right on time.' Horace closed the book and looked to the left at the man who took his hat off. Taking a seat next to Horace, the man looked at the placard in the distance. "He still attends the Gentleman's club."
Horace chuckled at his operative's words and shook his head, "God. Oskar never learns his lesson. Go on, you've got work to do." The man nodded and got up as quickly as he had sat down. Putting his hat on, he blended in with the crowd and vanished from sight. Horace finally closed his book and stood up, leaving it on the bench.
