The road stretched smooth and quiet all the way out of London, and by the time Izan pulled off toward London Colney, the sun was properly awake, streaking the training ground with a pale, golden wash.
The Jesko purred lowly as he eased it through the security gates, the guard at the booth frowning a bit before giving a knowing shake of his head at the sight of the person in the car.
Izan parked neatly in his usual spot, the sleek silhouette of the machine looking almost alien among the mix of Range Rovers, Mercs, and Audis scattered around the lot.
He shut the engine off, slid the door up, and climbed out just as the faint roar of another car came rolling into the grounds.
Izan squinted against the sun and spotted the unmistakable red body of a Ferrari Spider crawling into the space beside him.
Bukayo Saka, hoodie up and eyes heavy, looked like he'd barely made it out of bed before dragging himself here.
