Rivas was on the move. Like a thief in the night, he kept his movements as quiet as possible. Still wearing his fancy coat from the office, he carried his suitcase to the grand staircase. Following him was his wife and daughter who have no idea what's going on. All they have known was Clint arrived at their mansion flustered with something he just knew. He deliberately ordered them to pack whatever essentials convenient to their instant leaving.
"Clint, I don't understand what's happening? Why are we leaving in the middle of the night?" Lavinia rushed towards her husband. Still wearing her nightgown, disoriented to this sudden activity. "We can't just leave! Clint!"
Clouded by the dilemma he is facing, he did not comprehend his wife's inquiry and instructed his guards to remain vigilant
