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"So let me get this straight," Zaf said slowly, turning his head to face all the other male members of the team. "Juliet just randomly turned up at Thames House and announced that we have to play a charity football match against our guys at six."

"Appears so," Harry grumbled. "It's five-a-side. The men on the department have to participate but there will be another task announced in the next week or so for the women so they don't feel too left out," he added, turning his head to look at Ruth, who at those words had started fidgeting nervously with her hands.

"The team name and player positions have to be decided by the end of the evening so that suitable training is provided before the big game next Saturday afternoon. There is to be one keeper, two defenders, one midfield and one striker for the game."

"I want to be keeper!" Malcolm quipped, quickly placing his hand across his mouth when he realised he had verbally expressed his enthusiasm.

Zaf, knowing a good opportunity when he saw one decided that he better dibs his position before somebody else jumped in first and stole it off him.

"I call striker," he laughed, before turning his gaze towards Jo and giving her a knowing wink. "After all, I always score!"

Half the table erupted with laughter at Zaf's sudden outburst before Harry's determined coughing and cold stare brought the group back into an uneasy silence.

"So what does that leave for Colin and I?" Adam asked, nodding towards the piece of paper still in Harry's hand.

"Defence or midfield,"

"Well I think that I should stay back and defend, that's if you're happy with midfield Colin," Adam added hastily.

Colin nodded his approval before cocking his eyebrow and looking quizzingly at Harry.

"But that still leaves one vacant place in our defence,"

All eyes fixed on Harry as they slowly realised what Colin was subtly suggesting. Adam gave Zaf a wide Cheshire grin before turning his head to address Harry directly.

"So does this mean you have to play in defence with me then Harry?" Adam asked as calmly as he could muster, despite being desperate to laugh at the look on Harry's face.

"Yes Mr Carter, I also have to participate. Now if there are no further questions you are all excused." And with that Harry excused himself from the meeting, a look of embarrassment and anger spreading across his features and he stormed in the direction of his office.

"I think we should run another book," Zaf suggested in a faint-hearted attempt at the lightening the mood. "On how many times in the next week Harry is going to storm off from training!"

The room once again erupted in laughter as they relished in the stupidity of the situation they now found themselves in.

They all had a feeling it was going to be a good week.

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