Flynn leaned back against the bars of his holding cell, feeling like the biggest idiot to ever walk the Earth. Why hadn't he thought of this? Why hadn't he realised it would be harder to get into London than out of it. Especially if you were a former member of the PIRA and the authorities now knew you had changed your name, thanks to getting arrested again for spitting on a cop. Of course he wasn't going to get three feet past the border before he was pushed into a holding cell for questioning.
( Unlikely friends )
( Unlikely friends )