-1Disclaimer: Spooks isn't mine, sadly.
Zaf sat at the bar drinking a bottle of Carlsberg. He was waiting for someone. Possibly a woman, judging by the outfit he had chosen to wear. Those jeans that, are the love of his life, a black suit jacket and a plain shirt, he looked rather smart. He sipped his beer and ate what could only be described as what they were: Salted Peanuts.
So much for high class.
Adam sat at a table on his phone. Talking to Jo about stuff. He rustled his crisp packet, wishing there was some left. He couldn't exactly go to the bar. He had to remain in his position ' Incase of high jacking' Naturally not the best term to be used but they had other priorities than rethinking terms.
'He's on the move'
'Follow him Zaf'
'Rotate! Rotate!' Ros screamed in their ears. Adam moved swiftly to the bar. Taking all with him.
Now this bar wasn't any old ditch In the south of London. This had silver walls. Glitzy bar tables. Such a cool atmosphere, as in lots of air con. This would be classified as 'Swish' as Malcolm put across his point. A lot of space. Perfection when you want to observe someone.
Zaf walked along a corridor, with doors on either side. The music coming from the large speakers integrated in the wall.
'The door on your left Zaf'
'Thanks Ros'
He walked in not knowing what to find. There was no chairs. No stools. No tables. Nothing. Except a bar. And heaps of jackets lying on the floor.
'Ros this is just a cloakroom'
I know. Go behind the bar'
Adam had been sitting on the stool, with his phone in one hand and crisps in the other. He was hungry. He knew crisps wouldn't fulfil his hunger but would more substantially dim the hunger for a while. Jo was still blabbing on. Adam chuckled at the little observational quirks she had noticed. But Adam stopped chuckling. He had his eyes on something. Someone.
Zaf, now behind the bar, opened all the bottles boxes and tins to find, well, he didn't know. Ros hadn't told him.
'The room is deserted purposely Zaf'
'What?'
'The owner has strictly only let people dump their coats and bags'
'What, you mean-'
'Yes. Find it Zaf'
Zaf frantically pulled everything of the shelves and hunted. There wasn't much time left.
