The cloud of grey smoke rose from the end of the cigarette, and was blown straight into the face of a few of your friends. The emptying glasses on the table had been the product of a slow start to the night. But once he had arrived, it was clearly going to end sooner rather than later.

“So…you’re a lieutenant in the SAS?” One of your friends attempted to start a conversation with Simon, a feat that was ignored.

Simon smirked as he took another hit and exhaled directly in their faces.