100 word challenge

Trees by day, spies by night. Slinking through shadowed ally ways, nobody would suspect a thing. There is one plain reason for this, these inexplicable creatures are spies. Enquiries buzzed among the public as the papers were frantically printing new stock. Who were they? More importantly what were they here for? "Alright...trees we have a mission to complete." The chief tree murmured under the shimmering moonlight. 2:00 am, London sound asleep, perfect conditions for the tree troop to take action. Everything from the way they walk - like ninjas, and talk - like the gentle whispers of the ocean are mysteries.