"Aren't you going yet?" Wayne Bailey fumed.
"We don't have enough people; there are only a dozen or so." Wilfred wiped his sweat, with the guards gone from the windows, there was no telling from which direction Maxwell Cameron's men might attack.
Charles Harrington came down from upstairs with a sullen face, "They're swimming underwater, trying to come up from below."
"Do I need you to tell me that?" Wayne Bailey angrily tore off two buttons, "You know there's a basement?"
"Nonsense, is there a part of this castle I'm not familiar with?"
Before coming here, Charles Harrington had thoroughly scouted the entire island.
Wayne Bailey grimly asked, "Is there an exit we can use to escape?"
"How do we escape?" Charles shrugged, "Outside is the sea. It would be okay in summer, but in this icy weather, we didn't bring wetsuits, there's no heating, no oxygen tanks, Maxwell Cameron's people are everywhere. Even if he doesn't catch us, we'll freeze to death."
