The London tube it was busier on this night
than usual after the shows.
More like the chaotic commuter crush
being pushed into the carriage.
Such smart attire he felt very overdressed
squashed like being caressed.
No ordinary traveller on this London tube
an undercover agent on duty.
A threat of an attack had been reported
two suspects identified.
Having one of them in his sight he was cool
this guy looked no fool!
The agent was armed in case of a confrontation
for now could only observe.
Uncertain of this man’s next movements
two stops later he followed him off.
And about to meet with the other suspect
their plan about to connect!
Up the long escalators through the crowds
it was hard to follow.
Clearly watchful and careful of his route
realizing the chance of surveillance.
Then saw the second person slowly emerge
but there was a crowd surge.
Informing his superiors of the situation by radio
had to say he’d lost the target.
Told to stand down the operation was lost
but found out it was a false alarm!
Decided not to waste the chance for the break
an opportunity he would take.
That night he had a good time a rare event
but it was short lived.
As early the following day he had a call
positive information received.
An assassination plot was being planned
he’d been put in command!
None of us know what mortal dangers surround
or what agencies our streets pound!
The Foureyed Poet.