AZIEL'S POV
I sat with Harry in the living room of his house as we went through the architecture of the estate where the Andersons were staying.
“It looks like the Mansion is heavily guarded. It has about twelve guards. Six are placed in the surrounding areas of the house, and the other six protect the interior of the house.” Harry explained while he used a stick to point out the places he was talking about.
He reminded me of a professor of mine who always gestured with a stick. He was British too.
“There are many ways to bypass the security team, Harry. We could cause a distraction at the entrance so that way, the guards in the surrounding areas would have to go and see what was wrong, and then we could sneak it.” I said.
“This isn't a James Bond movie, Aziel.” Harry rolled his e
