"Are you coming to the pub?"
"I'll be there in a few minutes."
He hung up and slid the phone into his back pocket.
Once he was done with the task on the rooftop he would feel like having a drink or two.
Across the street the ambassador was leaving the hotel.
He did the job and disassembled his work equipment, putting it into an oversized briefcase.
He pulled the phone from his pocket.
"Get me a lager, I'll be there in five."
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