And it was. Exhausted and bleary-eyed, they reeled out of the elevator and waited for Geraint to go through the array of scanners and decide it was safe to go in. They’d spent hours locked in the holding cells until Geraint managed to pull strings at the highest level to get them free. Geraint would have to foot a sizable bill, in terms of political favors owed as well as money, to pay for the nights exploits. He was also uncomfortably aware that he’d have to do a hell of a lot of careful explaining to senior figures in the British government, and he didn’t have the best of cover stories to present to them just at the moment.