IT WAS FULL DARK BY the time they entered the asylum grounds. Even the moon was cooperating by ducking behind a bank of clouds that looked intimidating. Thunder rumbled intermittently in the distance, with the occasional jagged spear of lightning giving emphasis.
Alf hoped the storm he could see to the south didn’t hit until they’d completed their mission, although a good thunderstorm seemed appropriate somehow, for the horror-movie-like situation they found themselves in.
He signaled his brothers to go to ground behind a row of hedges twenty yards from the security building.
Crouching beside Alf, Clovis lifted night vision goggles and perused the building. “It looks empty. Nobody moving inside. I can see a bank of surveillance screens.”
“Perfect.” He turned to Alastair and Edric. “You
