Seamus strode into the bar a few minutes after Charlie. The meeting with his Operations Officer had gone long. Those poor flunkies from Section Three would undoubtedly find themselves being assigned more and more dangerous missions. Failure was not tolerated. The bell above the door announced his arrival and all thoughts of his other work were carefully shoved aside as if they'd been the thoughts of a stranger. One of the most important talents a spy could have was lying to oneself.
Seamus spotted Charlie immediately and made a beeline for the table. "How's it going mate?" he asked goodnaturedly as he sat down.