Life,

as I have already told you in the previous part of my Scotland trip, my final mission was to destroy the headquarter of the SDLA (Scotland Drug Lord Association).

I asked my friend for help as I knew that it would be very difficult to accomplish the mission by myself. We took his car and drove to the location which the Department had given me. Unfortunately we got lost, so we had to ask some people at the road, how to find the secret SDLA Headquarter. When we arrived we became somewhat surprised. The Headquarter was located on an island...
What should we do? We decided to take the secret underwater tunnel, which was built during World War 2. Fortunately, we could afford the toll.

There it was, the secret Headquarter. In unbelievable few minutes I masterminded a plan, how to succeed our mission.
First, we would park the car next to the other one in exactely the same position (to save parking space). Then, McK (my friend) would move to position 2. There he would try to catch the attention of the Drugloards in the buidling by performing an outstanding spectacle, including folkdance, magic tricks, etc. Meanwhile, I would advance to position 3, climb up the wall and crouch to position number 4, placing the bomb I had handicrafted in accordance to a McGyver's Guide.

The plan was so good, nothing could go wrong. And so we parked the car and moved to our positions. McK did his best performance and it was difficult for me not to watch him perform. But professional as I am I resisted and placed the bomb at the intended position. Till the bomb would explode, I still had some time left, so I decided to have a look at the interior of the secret Headquarter:I looked at my watch and realized the bomb would explode in several minutes. I ran out of the building and jumped into the car in which my friend was already waiting. As we drove away with app. 200 km/h we heard the noise of the exploding headquarter behind us. It was like: "Krazkabumtschakakakakarrumbumbumraffdidida". The first time after being discredeted to an ex-special agent, I saw my friend smiling again. We said goodbye to each other and I flew back to Sweden. There I got my remuneration, spending 10 days with the amazing "Vanessa Wartusch" (see picture below).Right now I am sitting in my room, relaxing from the stresses and strains of being a secret agent. Nobody is in the flat share instead of me. Oh wait, there is some noise coming from the corridor...mmhhhh sounds Russian. Strange, actually no Russian is living h..................... ......................Peng........................................Arrrrr.................................."You bastards"......... ......................Kabumm...........................Paf............"Петербурга принять"................................. ......Paf......................Bang......................."девушкой весны, McFabulous"........................