The drive to Falmouth was a high-octane ride that passed in a blur of speed, noise, and darkness. With the burning lights of London soon behind him, he quickly entered a dream state of driving in the warmth and safety of the car, only mildly aware of the blanket of freezing fog which shrouded his route and soon even the high-pitched scream of the Spitfire"s engine faded into the background.
Gorilla"s exhaustion was pushed to one side now that he was operational again. He"d spent the past weeks chasing down leads and not coming up with very much, and he yearned for the call to arms again and the chance to bring down his targets. So all thoughts of sleep were eradicated and only his tenacity and iron hard will was keeping him going, pushing on through the darkness. The Spitfire handled well
