The door hissed open, revealing three army officers dressed in combat clothing, minus armour and weapons. One approached the bar, the insignia on his shoulders denoting him a Brigadier. The other two held Lieutenant and Major ranks respectively. They moved to an alcove towards the back, where it was quieter.
Brian, Whiskey and two beers please. We'll be in the back ol' chap.
Gotcha, be 5 Brigadier?
Very well
He moved to sit with the two army officers, pulling out some papers and placing them in front of the two officers. They wasn't trying to go unnoticed, but they spoke a little lower, attempting to keep the conversation between themselves as best they could. Five minutes later, and the short pot-bellied man with the receding hairline (the barkeep) would deposit the drinks on their table, moving back to the bar to clean some glasses.
