The life of an MI6 Agent was not all glamour and romance; much of it was quiet, intellectually rigourous work. The frustration of  the enemy changing their codes, the satisfaction of breaking their new ones; the man who was known to his colleagues as Stewart Mills, and superiors as 1198, knew this, and reveled in it. He had crafted his whole persona very carefully to aid in not only that, but to disguise himself. To the untrained eye, most people would have assumed him to be a student at Imperial College, or maybe, at the most, a newly minted teacher. Stewart looked up from his book as he heard the telephone ring. Placing a bookmark to show his place, he walked over to the telephone and picked it up.<br/><br/>"Mills' Residence, how may I help you?" he asked in his polite, modulated voice. The moment he heard the message, his whole demeanour changed, albeit subtly. He stood up straighter and nodded. "All right, tell Uncle Arthur that I'd be delighted to attend. Thank you so much." he said, answering circumspectly. Putting down the telephone, he bustled to his bedroom to change into more suitable attire, this being a plain looking black two piece suit with a white shirt and dark red tie. Putting on his polished shoes, raincoat and hat, he called out to his landlady that he was going out for the evening, and made his way to the nearest Underground station, near Kew Gardens.<br/><br/>An hour later saw him entering the office, waving hello to Miss Twinings as he was searched and cleared, before making his way up to M's Office, and bowing in greeting to Miss Moneypenny before taking hs trilby off. He was told to go in, and nodded his thanks to Miss Moneypenny, before doing so.<br/><br/>"You wanted to see me, sir?" Stewart asked, slightly worried that he was on the carpet for some reason.