To be found at No. 12 Savile Row, this exclusively bespoke tailoring establishment has a long and tacit relationship with the Secret Service, marked by absolute discretion on both sides. The tailors keep no written records of MI6 clientele, relying instead on their own talent for their chosen field and retaining all relevant data only within their cranial cavities. Agents are encouraged similarly not to treat the establishment as if it were a front, but merely any other public locale, with a suitable example of cover to be maintained. Spot checks by field inspectors are not unknown, and this is a truly unpleasant dressing down. There are several separate sections, and the clientele are - not encouraged to wander.
On occasion, but only as deemed absolutely necessary by M, entirely discreet guards have been placed in the street outside.
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