From inside the dark cabin of a car hidden within the shadows of the trees, a man lowered his camera lens after confirming that Henry's front gate had closed tight. "That's enough. She's safe inside," he said in a cold tone thick with professionalism, though his eyes remained alert, scanning the surroundings.
"Fast! We need to get out of here!" the recorder commanded the driver. Without wasting another second, the engine gave a low purr and the black vehicle sped off, slicing through the silence of the New York night.
"Send all the footage and photos to Mr. Alexander right now!" the driver barked at his partner in the passenger seat.
"On it. They're uploading now," the man replied, tapping the send button on his tablet.
