John Reynolds enjoyed walking the streets of London immensely, just looking at all the history, all the sights, all of the places an ambush could hide. The last one was his problem as he walked through the streets, avoiding the occasional crater in the road. He didn't know where he was going, but he did know where the person he was following was.
He saw his mark, an American Soldier -Lance Corporal from the looks of him- open a door to a 'flat', so that's where we're supposed to meet, he mused to himself, wishing he'd been able to talk with the other American before he'd followed him.
Muttering a few curses under his breath, Reynolds continued past the safehouse, watching for a place to sit and wait inconspiciously, there, an underground station!
Sitting down at a bench in front of the underground opening, Reynolds pulled out a paper he'd snagged on his way in. Opening it up he kept an eye on the safehouse as well as on the paper.
Wonder how long it will take for them to notice me?