Chapter Fifty-Three.
Two shadowy figures descended the steep ladder before turning around and pulling off their black balaclavas.
“Leo, we need to move now. Dom said he will keep the fireworks going for fifteen minutes as a distraction.”
Safron heart pounded in her chest, her old companion, fear, began to raise its ugly head. However, when she looked at the now unmasked women, she gasped, blinking her eyes in disbelief at the two middle-aged women standing before her. As a fan of the special forces show they were each involved in, she recognised them immediately. In fact, other than a few extra lines on their faces, they hadn’t changed a bit. Somehow, that calmed her fears, and she felt as though she knew these women who had been so brave.
“Just you two?” Leon asked, as Kyla nodde
