| He sat steadily when Andrei and his companions stood from the table. He was following them with his eyes up to the exit doors. For a moment he was confused, he really didn't know what to do. It was his first time in such an action, he was soldier, not an agent. He barely remembered his last course from the investigation and espionage preparations. But it wasn't right time to hesitate, he needed to act quickly. Lawrence drunk all his whisky and left the table. He walked like drunk, even he stopped a few times looking like he would vomit. He tried to be natural, he wasn't good actor but there was hope that noone even noticed him in crowded club. Lawrence wanted to be sure that even if there were some mistrustful eyes they won't suspect him. Leaving the club he glanced ath the people there, looking if someone showed interest in him. It was obvious noone even looked at him, but he was as always suspicious. You may say he was always vigilant, even in his own house. Those were soldiers habits, essential to survive in the war time. Beyond the exit he acted same as inside the club, he didn't want to get attention, but if someone observed him he should look drunk. Stepping slowly and resisting his arm on the wall, he was making his way to the street behind the club. He wanted to get as close as possible to Andrei and listen in something, or at least gaze at Brokhins band. |