Tom flicked through the pile of black and white photos again and then passed them to Nathaniel who tapped them along their edge until they were neatly lined up and then sat them face down on the table.
The only other patron in the bar was an old man with tobacco stained fingers and a face that looked like it had been pickled in alcohol for decades. The bar man stood with his arms crossed as he stared at the TV in a metal cage above the bar. A news report showing grainy footage of body bags being loaded onto a helicopter played soundlessly.
All three men were unshaven as they huddled in the corner talking. Their skin looked pale and sickly and a day didn't pass that one of them wished they weren’t embedded in the city for the last year.
Tom took a sip from his flat beer and said, “How sure of this are you Silas? This is a big ask.”
Silas took the pile of photos and slipped them inside his jacket.
