It was still very early in the morning for most, the sky was dark and the streets were quiet aside from a little movement from within Coach’s Pub.  Paul was trying to work out how many cups of coffee this one was as he watched Charlie pour another cup, he eventually gave up before swiveling himself around on the bar stool.  

He picked up the old tape recorder that was in front of him, giving it a quick inspection it he turned it over to make sure the battery panel was back on properly before setting it back down on the bar.  

Leaning close he would quietly take a deep breath as his gloved finger brushed off a little dust from the buttons, he hesitated for a moment before eventually pushing record…