The Diplomat had his disguise on and was resplendent in his finery.
Disguise was perhaps the wrong word, maybe a bit too over-the-top: costume was probably more correct – but either way, the clothes he wore this fine evening were a mile away from what he would normally wear during his working life.
He was a man of secrets. Some secrets related to his job working for the British Foreign Service, some related to the "secret work for peace" that he conducted for the Russians, and some related to his private life. Tonight"s assignation was most definitely a part of his private life.
Julian Cowan, the Diplomat, walked along the Reeperbahn and as he walked, he considered that of all the places in the world, this was where he belonged. He was glad he"d been posted to Hamburg. Berlin held a muc
