12: Ni-Bump-ght

When the girl with no name got up and left Jamie shrugged and went back to his tea and toast. He didn't need yet another drama queen when it came to water, let her be someone else's problem.
He had a few moments of peace and calm before someone else plonked themselves down at the table. He was relieved to see it was Harry.
The two Brits greeted one another, their origins might have been from polar opposites of the social spectrum but their experiences her had formed a bond that was pretty near unbreakable.
"Anything happening?" Harry asked tucking into his usual bacon sandwich.
Jamie shook his head, he could think of nothing.
"Do you want to look over the briefing for the Boston operation?"
"I have a couple of lessons this morning. See you here about eleven?"
"Briefing room, sensitive material," Harry said.
"No problem, see you Harry."
"Bye mate."
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Jamie and Harry have left the thread.