The two men were already fully covered in protective suits. Unlike Caleb, their suits were sleek and black. The men were both physically fit and the tight suits showed off the muscles of their arms and abdomen. Caleb himself was not a very fit man and was really no challenge in a physical match. In tight formation, they entered the cage that preceded the main rooms. They could barely hear the buzzing sounds of the worker bees as their heads were covered with full gas masks. They continued to communicate through their personal communication system.
“Stay quiet,” Alistair commanded Frasier, “I am still hoping we can get in and out without being seen.”
“Roger that,” the modest Frasier replied back to his partner.
Caleb, as he usually did was enjoying his work by dancing to and fro. A leap here and a leap there, he was completely ignorant of any suspicious activity going on around him. If he were any less aware, he would have been wandering around with his eyes closed. Glancing at his watch, he realized that his daughter had now been alone for a full half hour, more than enough time for her to finish watching the short film. He spun around and made his way back to the entrance room.
To be continued…