17John was coming down in the lift in the middle screen. Rachel checked her watch. They had less than a minute to go and there was still no sign of Charlie. She tapped the guard's desk impatiently. John was in the lobby. Still no Charlie. Her phone alarm buzzed. She hesitated, but this was the plan as they all agreed. She patted her companion guard on the shoulder.
“You won't remember me,” she whispered in his ear and left the room.
The building was starting to empty. Staff were busily making their way downstairs, bundling their paperwork with them. There were no checks for leaving the building. There was no such thing as sensitive information in journalism. The flow of people flooded the lobby. Subtly, she joined John's side.
She took hold of his hand, pushing her thought into his head
