Chapter Sixty-One.
Time felt like a juxtaposition for Safron, both passing slowly, and moving at a rapid rate all at the same time. Nerves were once again her best friend, as she stood, in the blonde wig, which had become her new best friend, dressed in business attire, which despite wearing it before, still felt alien against her skin. She let out a shaky breath as she watched Leon, perched on the edge of the bed, where they had once again snuggled drifting in and out of sleep, waiting for the clock to finally indicate it was time to rise, and prepare for the long journey, first to Denmark, second to the north east of England. Leons face was a mask of concentration, as he double checked all the items held within his tactical bag. He had trimmed down the black bushy beard, which had grow
