By Steven Lake
Copyright 2010 Steven Lake
A tall, slender man in a tailor cut Armani business suit strolled into a humble little London pub and sat down in the far corner. It wasn't a remarkable establishment, almost barbarian by his standards, but it was one of the last places he expected anyone to find him, or more importantly, ask questions.
A waitress approached him a few moments later and asked, "What'll it be?"
"Give me a pint of ale. No preference."
"Right then, a pint it is," she replied and then slipped away.
A moment later she returned with a small napkin and a large foaming mug of a cheap smelling beer.
"Will there be anything else?" she asked.
The man shook his head.