Little Triggers
“A stern warning over the door barred the entrance of under-eighteens. Larkin looked at the clientele: either the notice was being ignored, or the fountain of youth had been discovered in Clayton Street.
Kids were everywhere, dotted down the aisles of video games, fruit machines, the occasional ancient one-armed bandit, and cockpits that looked like they could be used for training astronauts. At the back of the hall was a raised area which had been turned into a gaudily lit cafe with the word DI...NER etched above it in depressingly cheap neon. At the tables sat a smattering of people staring listlessly at Cokes and coffees; behind them, lying on a counter, was a selection of ‘food’ that could have been mistaken for one of Quatermass’s failed experiments.
Noble had parked his car and come straight into the arcade, Larkin following at a discreet distance. Larkin kept a linen jacket in the boot of the car in case he had to smarten himself up on an assignment; he’d swapped his leather for this, as a makeshift disguise, in case Noble should spot him.MoreLess
Kids were everywhere, dotted down the aisles of video games, fruit machines, the occasional ancient one-armed bandit, and cockpits that looked like they could be used for training astronauts. At the back of the hall was a raised area which had been turned into a gaudily lit cafe with the word DI...NER etched above it in depressingly cheap neon. At the tables sat a smattering of people staring listlessly at Cokes and coffees; behind them, lying on a counter, was a selection of ‘food’ that could have been mistaken for one of Quatermass’s failed experiments.
Noble had parked his car and come straight into the arcade, Larkin following at a discreet distance. Larkin kept a linen jacket in the boot of the car in case he had to smarten himself up on an assignment; he’d swapped his leather for this, as a makeshift disguise, in case Noble should spot him.MoreLess
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