Except the hallway was smaller, the advertising boards were gone, the kiosk was no longer there, just a large boiler with shiny brass taps next to a hand turned coffee grinder and a sack of fresh beans.

"Keep your cool" whispered Priscilla to Anson, "I'll get the coffee, you keep them talking - try to find out what is going on."
They led the group to to boiler and Priscilla started to rattle the cups.
Wilkins engaged Slim in conversation, "Where'd you guys just fly in from, then?"

"We've been out Mid-West for the past month, You name it, we've been there", said Slim.
"Seen some sights" chipped in the engineer. "Remember the time we had to put down for gas near that bar, you know the one with the big hot tub inside."
"That one was weird" echoed Kate,"What did they call it? Mudcat Tavern..    They were talking about filling that tub with lime flavoured jello - lawd knows why!"
"Damned fine beer, though", said Slim.

Wilkins pulled a bunch of leather bound chairs together round a low table as Priscilla lifted the first couple of steaming cups down. The group seated themselves and started to relax.