Too Slimy For Zero?
Who: Slater, Zero and 'minions'
What: Meeting with an 'old friend'
When: Feburary 5th
Where: Seedy Bar where Zero is
Roy Slater sat what he thought was unobtrusively near the bar.
Despite the fact that he was wearing what's considered local 'fashion', he looked and smelt just like a copper and a bad tempered one at that. He had a snide and superior manner and was loathed and feared by both the small-time crooks and his 'colleagues' in Ev Hierarchy.
He considered himself to be Fenella's intellectual equal and has spent much of his time plotting her downfall.
Everyone in the bar was giving him a wide berth. He was watching Zero and Dawson intensely. Neither of them noticed.
His time for observing was over. He stood. A younger boy passed him, bumping his shoulder on the way. "Sorry," he apologised, a rarity in itself.
Slater didn't care. "You will be if it happens again, Sonny," he muttered under his breath. He announced himself to his prey. "Zero!" He put on a grin. He had great plans.