They covered their faces with masks , wore hand gloves then walked through a Narrow path . They arrived the back of The Grant mansion which was situated in a ten-acre plot of land. They had no neighbors. Billionaires rarely had one.
“ Them fences is well secured.” Simon whispered.
“ There are surveillance cameras. I alert Chris, our inside man. When there is distortion, we gonna cross over and we gah only one f**k**g minute to do that. Anyone who fails to cross within one minute is out. Eddy, you give us a runaway back-up so you stay behind.”
Jim was tall and big, heavily built with a clean shaven head. Desmond was short and chubby.
“ I ma let ‘em know we was ready.” Simon said and looked at Jeff. “ You must do this, son.”
Jeff nodded.
He dialled a number. That was a signal.
