The transfer window was a dangerous time. It was like swimming in a pool full of sharks while wearing a suit made of raw meat. With only three days left Michael Sterling was in London. He was not there to see the sights. He was there to meet with agents, bankers, and lawyers. The mission to steal Endrick from Real Madrid was in motion but it required precision.
It was 9 PM. Michael sat in the corner of The Golden Fork, an Italian restaurant so expensive that they charged you just for breathing the air.
Opposite him sat Arthur Milton. The scout was struggling with a giant lobster.
"This animal is wearing armor Boss," Arthur complained, trying to crack a claw with a metal tool. "It is fighting back. It is like trying to eat Diego Nunez."
"Just use the cracker Arthur," Michael said, looking at his phone. "And keep your voice down. We are incognito."
"I am wearing sunglasses," Arthur pointed out. "Nobody knows who I am."
