While Leoncjusz was away, Sophia found herself sitting at her new desk, her tea long gone cold. All she could think about was her dead family. She wanted to go home. At the very least, she felt she needed to say goodbye.
She returned to her room, took off her clothes and put on the para-aramid bullet-resistant vest Leoncjusz had given her. It was part of the package, along with the passport, flashbang and Glock that the Akhana had delivered to Leoncjusz. He had placed it outside her bedroom door last night. She inserted the boron carbide plates that came with the vest, then covered it with a T-shirt, a fitted black jacket and jeans. She double-checked her bag. Inside, her passport, the Glock and the flashbang.
There was one more thing she wanted to take. She returned to Leoncjusz’s offic
