Lord Nelson's Arms - A large traditional pub at the edge of the Militarised zone.

[Junes]

Despite her miserable state and lack of awareness, Layla recognized the face. Jeff Bloom. Back in the day, they had same ranks, they were equally green and fresh to the Armed Forces. But soon their ways parted, her slowly gaining in ranks and then falling down on the ladder again while Bloom deservedly achieved Commodore.



Protocol Lisbon was what got her on her feet mechanically. She still had not forgotten what it meant for the safety of the country and the future well-being of its citizens. Kind of focused again, Layla decidedly followed Bloom, her superior officer, out of the pub she had only just entered a couple of minutes ago; a decision which would be seen to hold the potential of turning her life around 180 degrees in a matter of hours.