After Don returned to his room, he didn't sleep. Instead, he just lay on his bed and closed his eyes as the minutes ticked by.
Not only had he rested during the day, but the fact that he had so much on his mind regarding the mission meant sleep stayed far away.
The Iran job had given him a taste of this line of work, but it was still very much new to him.
The dangers, the foreign environments, working with strangers—it all pressed against his thoughts like an unwelcome weight.
By the time it was close to 11 PM, Don had exited the room himself and returned to the study.
Miss Claire questioned if he had managed to get enough rest.
Even though he claimed he did, she remained doubtful.
Her eyes scanned him once, twice, as if weighing the truth in his words.
Regardless, nothing more could be said on the topic.
They went through some final points until the sound of the chopper approaching cut through the night.
