Vibrating from her phone opened Anna's eyes. She slipped sideways, leaving the warmth of John's side, and dug for her phone where it fell between the bedside table and the mattress. When she retrieved it her fingers slipped a second but settled when Anna finally managed to blink sleep away enough to read the text.

Sighing, she put her hand on John's shoulder and his eyes opened in a second. "What is it?"

"Henry's outside the door." Anna lowered her voice, "Green's almost here."

"No time for us to do anything then." John pushed himself up. "Do you want the shower first or shall I take a turn with it?"

"You first. I'll get Henry." Anna got up from the bed to grab one of the hotel robes, belting it on as John sequestered himself in the bathroom. It only took her a moment to cross to the door and before it even fully opened Talbot slipped inside and closed it again.

"This room smells like sex."

"Nice to see you too." Anna walked back over to the bed, dipping to plug her phone in to charge as Talbot took the chair with John's coat on it. "What's his ETA?"

"Forward security's already getting his keycard and I'll suspect they'll have his room swept within twenty minutes." Talbot eased back into his chair a bit. "Then they'll peel off to sweep the hotel top to bottom before everyone else shows up and take their static posts across the street."

"So we've half an hour?"

"Maybe less but I'd bank hard on twenty minutes."

"Good." Anna stood, "Then I've time for a shower before I've got to get into character for all this."

"You do know we're not grabbing him until tomorrow, yes?" Talbot narrowed his eyes, "They'll all be on high alert tonight."

"Yes, I'm aware the expectation for a surprise attack is highest when the target arrives at a location." Anna shrugged, leaning back into the pillows on the bed. "Gives them less time to adapt to their surroundings as opposed to trying to attack them once they've entrenched."

"You did listen to the trainings."

"Get stuffed Henry." Anna sighed, "If they're on their way then that gives us… A six hours count down?"

"Seven, if the newest itinerary is correct." Talbot tossed Anna his phone and she caught it, spinning it in her hand to read the text on the screen. "But I've got a plan to sneak a motorized bug under the door adjoining your two rooms once the first team's finished their sweep."

"And you're sure they'll not notice that?" Anna tossed back the phone.

"We both used to be these kinds of people, what do you think?" Talbot tucked his phone away before nodding toward the bathroom door. "Is he still antsy about the whole thing?"

"He should be better now."

"Because if you think he's compromised in any way-"

"I'm not in the habit of allowing anyone to compromise a mission."

"But if our objectives aren't aligned-"

"Henry," Anna's voice broke through Talbot's tirade firmly. "He'll be fine. He'll perform as needed and we'll achieve the objective."

"I want so badly to believe you."

"Then do." Anna pushed herself to her feet, "I'm going to take a shower and then go back to bed. If you want to kip out on the tiny sofa in the corner there, just let John know before you do."

"Does the Guard have to approve my staying here?"

"I'm sure he's not up for an audience if he had other plans in mind and I think he'd like to know your intentions." Anna cross the room, rapping her knuckles on the bathroom door before waving to Henry. "And if not, I'll see you later."

She entered the bathroom and tugged at the opening of her robe when the artificial humidity of the room almost smothered her on entry. Her hand barely slipped off the door handle, leaving it cracked to try and let out some of the air, when John's voice brought her attention to where he shaved in the mirror. "Sorry about the fog. I think the fan's broken."

"There are worse things." Anna opened her robe, removing it to hang next to the shower, and turned on the water. "Henry's still out in the room, far as I know."

"Does he still think I'm not cut out for this?"

"At the end of the day it doesn't matter what he thinks if you think you're cut out for this." Anna paused, her hand under the water to test the temperature. "Do you think you're cut out for this?"

"If I don't then I'll rely on you thinking I'm cut out for this." John paused, streaks of shaving cream delineating the sections of his face yet to receive the razor. "If you do then I do."

"That's a lot of pressure on me." Anna stepped under the stream of water, sighing at the way it almost soothed kinked muscles. "But I do think you can do it."

"You were kind enough to say as much earlier." John tapped his razor on the side of the sink. "I should've shaved a few days ago."

"I don't mind a bit of scruff every now and then." Anna winked at him through the glass door of the shower. "It can be exhilarating."

"Until I leave beard-burn where you might not want it."

"We'll let me be the judge of where I do and don't want beard-burn, yes?" Anna sniffed at the hotel shampoo before making a face. "They never give good scents for these."

"I've got something a little bit manly in my bag if you don't mind not smelling like flowers or coconut or something." John held up the options from his bag and Anna took them over the top of the shower walls. "It's not name brand but-"

"I'm not overly fussed by that." Anna paused in the lathering of her hair. "Are you sure you're up for this?"

"You mean for why we're here or for… anything else?"

"Why we're here." Anna shook her head, snorting to herself as she finished digging her nails into her scalp and rinsing out. "Henry could still be in the next room. You do realize that right?"

"It'll just make him jealous."

"For all it'll do, I don't want Henry giving comments on my sex life."

"Pretty sure if he kept those comments to himself when he scaled a balcony to interrupt your sleep he'll keep them to himself now." John dragged the razor down his face, leaving it almost entirely free of cream.

"There's a difference between catching the aftermath and being present for the whole show." Anna finished and turned off the water. "For everything I've ever shared with Henry, I refuse for that to be something he knows about me."

"I'll respect that." John finished and wiped off his face before doing a final check in the mirror. "But I would ask that he not stay in the room."

"Don't want him stretching out on the sofa that'll have his legs dangling over the edge?" Anna wrapped the robe around herself again as she toweled her hair dry. "Or is it something else?"

"If I wanted to entice you later on, I wouldn't want to worry about him waking up… Or hearing anything… Or seeing anything."

"He's not a voyeur."

"His entire job, no offense to your former occupation, is to watch people. He's already a voyeur."

"Fair." Anna ran her fingers through her hair before toweling it further. "And, if you like, we'll ask him to sleep in the hall or something."

"That's not what I meant." John turned to face Anna and she left the towel on the counter to match his pose. "We'll all in this… odd cabal together now but there are some things I'd rather never share."

"I respect that." Anna smiled up at John. "And I think you should try to grow out your beard in future. I wouldn't mind a bit gruffer version of you."

"I'd look like a reclusive mountain man."

"There are worse erotic fictions out there." Anna shrugged, leaving the room to see Talbot, still in the chair, racing his fingers over the tiny keyboard on his phone. "They've arrived?"

He nodded, jerking his head toward the wall in question. "All on schedule."

"What time would you like us to wake everyone up with the obnoxious banging neighbors usually hear on someone else's honeymoon?"

"Two hours." Talbot tucked his phone away. "Disrupt his sleep tonight and we might even speed up our plans."

"We'll keep that in mind." John's voice came from the doorway of the bathroom. "And don't you have somewhere else to be?"

"I do." Talbot unfolded himself from the chair. "I'll thank you for the offer of the sofa but we've all got our parts to play and mine, fortunately for you two, isn't here. Enjoy the rest of your night."

When the door shut, John pivoted toward Anna. "Someone's going to think we had a three-way with a prostitute."

"Lucky us." Anna climbed back onto the bed. "I've heard Henry's pretty good in the bedroom department."

"I'd rather you never told me that." John scrubbed his hands against his eyes. "Now it's permanently burned onto my brain."

"Sorry." Anna shrugged, "Not that I'd know, not being his type and all, but if you ever wanted to experiment with him then-"

"Stop, please." John gagged, "I can't work with him now that I've got that-"

"What, does that distract you?"

"It's not something I want to think about. That kind of thing…" John shuddered, "It'll distract me."

"You work with me and you've seen and done plenty more where we're concerned." Anna lounged back, catching John's eye as she opened the top of her robe. "Do I distract you?"

"Exceptionally well." John crawled over the bed toward her, making Anna's grin larger. "Why? Do you have plans to distract me further?"

"It could be necessary to distract ourselves in order to distract someone else." Anna's hands smoothed over John's shoulders and down to his wrists. "If you still think you're not up for this job then I could hope to manage it myself."

"How could you say something like that when you've made yourself so appealing?" John leaned back as Anna leaned forward, shucking her robe off entirely. "That's just not fair."

"It'll be more unfair if you're not feeling up to it and you've got me all eager." Anna shrugged, her hands running back up John's arms to hold at his neck. "I wouldn't want you to ruin this job if you're not up for it."

"I'm up for it." John moved over Anna, tossing the robe away before snapping the towel from his waist. "And I'd like to prove that I'm able to participate in this… operation as much as anyone else is."

"Oh good." Anna reached forward, dragging her foot along John's leg. "Because I was hoping that you were interested in taking a more active role in our plans to… continue."

"I'm more than willing to participate for the cause." John's hands smoothed down Anna's legs, widening them as Anna leaned back again. "And I don't think we should hold back if we're supposed to encourage someone to take a nap later."

"Then stop delaying and get on with it." Anna's attempt at goading John only dissolved into a shriek of delight when John leaned forward to kiss just below Anna's bellybutton.

"If the lady insists." John adjusted to get one of Anna's legs over his shoulder and immediately set his mouth to work on her.

In general, Anna did not consider herself any connoisseur of hair or textures. But she learned how to judge the quality of John's hair when she dug her fingers into it for grip. And given the strength of her grip on his hair, and the way her various tugs in various directions guided his motions, Anna guessed she knew a great deal about the texture of his hair. A few moments later Anna released her hold on his hair in time with the release of tension in her body.

Her elbow knocked a few of the spare pillows aside as she settled and Anna arched back when John left a final lick over her. The quivering twitch that ran through her sparked a glint in John's eye that had Anna flailing for a spare pillow to beat against his shoulder. "Proud of yourself?"

"I'd say I performed my role admirably."

"With distinction." Anna's fingers brushed down the stuck-up bits her earlier grip caused. "But I don't think you're finished."

"I don't think you are either." John dotted his kisses up Anna's torso. "But we've not made nearly enough noise."

"If you ever marry again, you're going to make some hotel neighbors very unhappy." Anna sighed, her fingers recreating the divots she earlier left in John's hair as she petted at him while he continued to trace kisses up to Anna's breasts. "Not leaving anyone time to sleep."

"Who needs sleep?" John dragged his tongue over Anna's breast. "Do you?"

"Don't be ridiculous," Anna scraped her nails on the back of John's skull. "I can tell when you're trying to get out of work."

"Never." John left a kiss at Anna's pulse point before pausing above her lips. "And we've not been nearly loud enough."

"Is that a challenge?" Anna almost succeeded in taunting him with a trip of her nails down John's spine but he responded with his fingers dipping into the damp evidence of his earlier labors.

"Do I need to make it one?"

"Couldn't hurt." Anna's leg hitched over John's thigh and her nails dragged down his scalp and dug into his ass at the same time. "Make noise John."

"You first."

A simple shift on Anna's part had her palm pressing at the base of John's neck to bring their lips together. A slight adjustment on John's part put him in the perfect position to thrust forward. A moment later he did and every muscle in Anna's body tighten. Squeezed until she trembled with the effort of holding the position as John withdrew. But a second later John drove back in and Anna could only release to better accept the pleasure of the motion.

Contorting around John, Anna adjusted and struggled against the bedclothes. They shuffled and slipped under her hands as Anna tried to gain a better grip. The motion, however, had her colliding with John. He faltered and slipped sideways when their limbs interlocked.

For half a second that felt like a lifetime, Anna thought they might tumble off the bed. But John caught himself, the flat of his hand slapping against the wall to use the friction of the motion as a stabilizer, and the noise echoed about the room. They paused, listening with ears pricked as if they could twitch them the way a cat might, and Anna wondered if it was her imagination or reality that had her hearing the low drone of voices on the other side of the wall.

Their pause slowed their breathing but Anna turned back to John, her grip easing around him, before letting out a moan as John ground into her. His hand thumped against the wall again and Anna debated for a half second about putting her own hand behind her to stop any potential sliding motions. Instead she regained the grip of her knee around his hip and let her nails graze the flesh of his ass before urging him on.

John took his turn to groan, Anna burying the urge to laugh in the skin of his neck at the dramatized elongation of the noise, and continued thrusting. They experimented, working around one another as they tried to make the other emit the loudest noises. It turned into a game, one where both parties were tormentor and tormented until Anna practically dug her teeth into John's shoulder as he struck the spot inside her that had her unraveling around him.

Whether it was her sounds or the way her vaginal muscles clenched around him in response, John soon followed her to climax and did not keep his sounds any quieter than hers. Both of them almost made a show of their finishes, trying to hide the giggles and laughter between their attempts at obscene noise until they needed to breathe…. Due to the laughter and the general lack of air.

Anna let her head fall back onto the pillow and only rolled slightly when her phone vibrated. She frowned at the message there and showed John, who huffed in response and kicked an additional pillow to the floor. "He's welcome to his turn, if he through us so inadequate."

"With you?" Anna teased back, keeping her voice low until John set to trying to find a ticklish spot on her. Squeals and shrieks of laughter accompanied a pounding noise from the other wall. They froze and then dissolved into more giggles. "I think we did fine."

"I thought so too." John lay back, breathing in before exhaling to leave his chest caving for a moment. "Enough to have an old man succumbing to nap time sooner rather than later?"

"Who's to know?" Anna closed her eyes only to have them grudgingly open when someone knocked on the door to the room. "Everyone's a critic."

"What?" John lifted himself halfway up as Anna rolled off the bed and found the robe to wrap around herself.

"No idea." Anna walked to the door, standing on tiptoe to look out the peephole, and then put her finger over her lips as John approached behind her. Her voice barely hissed out as John closed the distance to put his ear next to her mouth. "Two suits at the door."

He nodded and stepped back a second as Anna opened the door. Two men in dark suits, both with clear colored wired spiraling from their ears and into their suit jackets. Anna smiled at them both, pulling her robe more closed, as if the sight of the two men made her anxious. John shifted behind her, covering himself with her while also wrapping an arm around her waist. Whether to establish a cover for the men or in case he needed to throw her to the side to shut the door Anna did not know. Not that it would have mattered since either option provided a measure of comfort.

"Good…" Anna tilted her head to check one of their watches. "Morning, gentlemen. How can we help you?"

"I'm sure you're aware there are occupied rooms in this hotel." The taller of the two spoke first.

"It's a big hotel." John spoke from over Anna's shoulder, his American accent tingeing slightly more Irish than English. "We figured."

"Then you're aware that people might be sleeping at this hour."

"What's this then? Noise complaint?" John's head swiveled between the two men, ruffling Anna's hair slightly. She lifted her hand back, stroking over his neck as she eyed the two men. "You telling us to keep it down?"

"If you would, sir. Our client-"

"Can buy himself some earplugs." Anna let her fingers drag down John's face until she settled her hand over his. "We're on our honeymoon and we're not planning on taking it slow… Or quiet."

"Did enough of that before the wedding."

"Congratulations, I'm sure, but this is-"

"Not really our issue, is it?" Anna put her other hand to the door. "Night."

As she went to close the door, one of the hands slapped on it and forced it back. It caught John's shoulder and sent him grunting back a second. But he recovered in time to shove the door forward and knock the other man off balance. "What's that? Trying to barge into our room?"

"We're simply trying-" The smaller of the two men raised his hands, as if surrendering. "We'd like to-"

"You both can get the hell away from us before we call hotel security on you two." John pivoted Anna around and slammed the door shut. She quickly applied the chain and the flipped the door catch to stop an undesired entry.

It took them both a moment, breathing deeply, to regulate their heartbeats enough so Anna could put her ear to the door. John moved against her, his eye going to the peephole, and they both counted ten before moving back. Looking at one another they took mirrored sighs of relief.

"I wasn't expecting a visit from the detail." John kept his voice low. "Think we scared them off?"

"Enough so we'll only get an anonymous noise complaint." Anna shrugged. "Your accent needs work."

"Says the woman who barely spoke to them." John made a face at her. "My American accent's pretty much shit."

"Let's hope they didn't mind it." Anna went to walk back to the bed but John caught her hand. "What?"

"No reason to rush back." John pressed Anna against the wall. "Besides, my adrenaline's running a little high right now."

Anna only frowned for a second before flicking her eyes down to see John already standing at attention. "Which part got you roaring to go? Having to confront two men at the door or acting like an over-protective new husband?"

"Both." John's hands landed on Anna's hips, pressing her fully against the wall so he could grind against her. "What part got to you?"

"I didn't mind feeling you behind me." Anna let her hands wander down John's chest. "Or watching how you shoved that idiot back like that."

"Maybe I'll get a chance to do it again." John's hands roved over her, pulling the robe apart enough to leave her exposed from neck to knee. "Would that impress you or would I have to work harder?"

"We're beyond the point where you need to waste any time impressing me." One of Anna's hands settled on John's hip and the other one wrapped around his eager erection. "Let's just make more noise."

The fulcrum provided by the wall allowed John to hoist Anna high enough that he drove into her in a single motion. But the slow slide as she settled on him, their pelvises bumping when she took the length of him inside her, had Anna hitching her breath to try and keep herself steady. Her fingers flexed against his shoulders before she dragged her nails over his back

With John's hands at her hips it was up to Anna to keep herself supported. To dig her shoulders into the wall when John drove deeply on his longer, slower thrusts or to fold herself around him when John sped up to excite her clit with a change in angle. But whatever the motion, it came down to Anna leaving gouge marks over John's shoulders when he brought her over the edge with practiced pressured from outside and in at the same time. And the way Anna tightened over and around John, almost squeezing the life from him as he wrung the dregs of her climax from her, left John gasping into her shoulder with his finish.

They sagged, barely stopping themselves sliding down the wall, and staggered to the bed. There they flopped, giving half-hearted laughs when it bumped the wall and left a reverberating echo. Anna closed her eyes, a smile stretching lazily over her face, and huffed another laugh.

"They won't like that."

"They're not supposed to." John groaned, his weight leaving the bed and forcing Anna's eyes open. Eyes she shut on instinct when he turned the bathroom light on again. "That's the point, isn't it?"

"I guess." Anna turned her head to watch John take one of the hotel washcloths under the water. "How are you feeling?"

"Like I'm a teenager again." John wiped over himself, taking another two rounds with soap and water before he brought another washcloth back to Anna. "Do you mind or-"

"I wouldn't mind a little pampering." Anna lifted herself onto her elbows to watch John as he carefully wiped over her. She shivered at the sensations and almost purred when John pressed a kiss just above her flushed and sensitive skin. "You're just trying to get a rise out of me."

"I would've thought that was your job." John winked at her, getting up to return to the bathroom. "But you do make me feel like a teenager."

"Because we've got to keep quiet or the neighbors'll hear?"

"No." John got back on the bed next to Anna, running a finger along the line from her hip to her breast. "Because I'm always ready to go where you're concerned. I haven't had energy like this in a very long time."

"I'll take that as a great compliment." Anna twisted toward her phone as it vibrated again but John stopped Anna, his hand closing over hers as he positioned himself over her. "I might need to look at that."

"It'll just be Talbot critiquing our work ethic." John purred against her shoulder as one of his hands ran down her side. "Just ignore him."

"And if it's not a critique?"

"Then we'll wait until we've finished." John's lips traced the shape of Anna's spine and she twisted slightly under his attentions to hum as his hand drifted lower. "It won't kill him."

"It might." Anna turned over her shoulder to look at John. "You never know."

"Let it wait." He murmured against her ear and before Anna could respond with words she gasped out as John's fingers entered her. "Unless you want me to stop now. Because I-"

"You're not finished." Anna twisted back toward his fingers as she attempted to force them deeper. "And you'd better get back to work because if he texts me again before you get me off then there's a significant risk you don't survive to see the actually morning."

"Understood." John paused, "So do I continue or-"

"Bloody hell, I'll just-" Anna went to move but John sent his fingers deeper and his other hand kneaded at her breast. "You bastard."

"Not even." John dragged his teeth over Anna's shoulder and continued working his hands over her as Anna writhed beneath him.

Anna only growled and then moaned into the bedclothes as John continued. Continued until she was almost to the edge before he drew back. Drew back long enough that Anna almost lifted herself from the bed. That was the moment she realized she fell right into John's trap as the position allowed him to bring them together. Tightly enough that every grinding roll of his hips rubbed against the nerves inside her that only spun her potential for climax higher. The same climax triggered when John's fingers worked on her clit from the outside as well.

Whether John followed her or not almost did not matter to her, lost in the post-orgasmic haze Anna now found herself so fond of, but the satisfied grunt he left near her ear gave her the impression he finished as well. Finished enough to leave him thumping on the bed beside her while Anna tried to find her breath again. When she did finally turn to John her phone vibrated.

He only grinned and Anna could barely find the energy to scowl at him before slapping her hand blindly for her phone to read the message there. "We're good."

"I know that but what does Talbot say."

"Ha, ha." Anna shut off her phone and rolled to face John. "Talbot's got eyes and we've played our part."

"And tomorrow?"

"We play tourists for a bit and come back complaining about aching feet or making bedroom eyes at one another." Anna dragged a pillow under her head to prop herself up as she lay on her side. "You pick."

"I already can't keep my hands off you so…"

Anna snorted, shaking her head as much as she could into the pillow. "You're almost as incorrigible as me."

"I learned from the best."

"I'm flattered." Anna let out a breath. "Are you ready?"

"To go again?" John shrugged, "Give me ten minutes and I-"

Anna batted at him with another pillow.

They did finally sleep, both waking at different points to shower to make some measure of random noise as triggered by Talbot's urgings. Anything to stop their neighbor receiving a good night's sleep and make them appear the most egregious of recalcitrant neighbors themselves. And given the depth of the scowls from the men taking post outside the room when they left in the morning for breakfast, Anna fancied they had bags under their eyes equal to that of their charge.

Their act as 'tourists' took them on a carefully planned walk away from the hotel with Anna's hand wrapped around her phone in her coat pocket. Despite the weather promising to lift from the gray, wet of snow, winter refused to release its claw-like grip on the city and when Talbot did finally give them the go-ahead to return to the hotel, Anna's fingers were practically frozen in her gloves. Fingers she desperately tried to warm as they returned to their room to find Talbot waiting for them as he coiled out a length of rope.

"Ready?"

Anna and John shed their coats, carefully changing into their necessary gear while packing the rest of their belongings away. Anything that could identify them was tucked into the closet and Anna took up the balaclava with disdain before tying her hair back and pinning every loose strand she cold to her head. "I always hated these things."

"Better than having him know your face." Talbot pulled his over his head before he climbed onto the chair and knocking one of the ceiling tiles sideways. "Give us a boost then John?"

John grumbled but gave Talbot the leg up he needed before offering his laced fingers to Anna. "Up you get."

"We'll be fine." She pointed to the joining door. "Be ready."

"I will be." He boosted her into the ceiling and Anna trailing Talbot through the tight space to the tiles just over the bathroom of the other room.

Her slight weight barely acted as adequate counterbalance to his but she managed to get Talbot lowered to the floor of the bathroom before pulling the rope back and resetting the tile. She waited, listening for the noises that indicated Talbot successfully latched himself into the harness under the sink before she slunk back to her position over the adjoining door. Then she waited.

The itch of the fabric over her face and the heat of the tight space had Anna forcing herself to breath more easily, to slow her heartbeat, and keep her eyes closed so her brain could not take the silent seconds of countdown to overact and blow everything. But as she waited she heard the sounds of the door to the room open. Noises of the television from she and John's room sounded through the panels with the occasional bump against the wall or noise meant to replicate two people puttering around the room before the door opened and shut.

Then it was the barely audible voices of two hired men searching the room quickly before an older man's voice snapped for them to leave. They tried to argue but the older voice grated and drove them out of the room. The closing door triggered an internal countdown until her phone buzzed against her skin.

Anna's elbow knocked the tile loose and she quickly judged the distance between the ceiling and floor before she positioned her feet. It took a second for her to land, sprawling out her legs and a hand to catch herself, and another to catch the handle of the mop Talbot tossed to her so Anna could reset the ceiling tile as if no one had ever been up there. And, with the mop handle in hand, Anna spooled out the other end of the rope to toss back to Talbot as he judged the unconscious man laying on the bed between them.

"That's not a nap." Anna hissed as Talbot took the man's wrist with his fingers and took his pulse. "What did you give him?"

"Nothing that won't wear off in a minute." Talbot trussed up the man, lifting him over his shoulder before nodding toward the bathroom. "If you'll get the harness then we'll be gone."

Anna barely had time to grumble before obeying, clearing out signs of Talbot being in the bathroom, and her in the room, and following Talbot through the adjoining door. One final look confirmed the room appeared as if no one entered it and Anna shut the door between them. Talbot appeared at her shoulder to use a silent drill to seal the door into the frame and shook his head.

"There goes our deposit."

"Just get them to take it out on account."

"They may not like that if he's the one signing the finance report."

"Then take it out of your slush fund." Anna waved him off, moving to where John checked the ropes tying the older man to the chair in the middle of the room as a dark fold of fabric bound over his eyes. "Can he see through that?"

"No." Talbot shook his head, zipping the rest of his gear into a bag. "I've tested it myself. It creates a degree of suction around the eyes and it's vanta black dark. He'll not see anything and, if he does open his eyes, his brain might drive itself mad trying to comprehend how black it is."

"Time to wake him up then?" Anna sat back on the bed, John joining her as Talbot moved in front of Green. "Clock for time starts, now."

Talbot slapped the man across the face and he jerked awake. "Thank you for joining us, Mr. Nigel Green, it's time we begin."