He lifted his flat cap and scratched his head.
“Do I look like some cloak and dagger type?”
He indicated his boiler suit, and big oily hands.
“That’s the whole point…”
In the end they won, and MI6 gained a young giant with a steam tractor.
He functioned quietly for years. But even the deepest cover can be broken, and one day a Russian came – looking for a fight. He got what he came for, although not the outcome he confidently predicted.
Even the smell of cremating flesh can be camouflaged by oil and candy floss and cheap hot dogs…