Chapter Fifty-Two.
Music mixed with the sound of laughter and singing, thundered through the ceiling. Heaven’s Bar was bouncing, the new year’s eve revellers all celebrating the end of the year, and the new beginnings that the next seemed to offer. Leon sat in the camp chair, double checking that he had everything he needed for both him and Safron in his tactical back, ready to move at a moment’s notice. The Soldier was dressed head to foot in black, there was nothing unusual about that, but Safron noticed the addition of a woollen balaclava which was rolled up like a cap on his head. He turned and offered his space cadet a soft smile. She had listened, without question his instructions, to wear something warm, in as dark a colour as she could find, choosing a two black pairs of leggi
