Harlington Road Bedfordshire
Midnight
The white plumber’s van chattered discontent as Mason came off the M1 and took the Harlington Road. After a brief drive around he found a wooded area just of Toddington Road and near Harlington Station, which gave him two ways out. With a military approach he camouflaged the van, locked up and settled down in the back with snacks and drinks he’d bought at services along the way. Within the hour he was curled up in the back of the van pistol in his hand. Uncomfortable, but tired enough to sleep like that and happy at least to be safe, he was hidden, and dry, which he knew from long experience was vital if he was to keep up energy and fitness levels.