The moonlight penetrated the unfriendly asphalt of the compound. The moonlight was not his friend. The moonlight could reveal his presence.

Spotlights also swept the grounds, lighting every nook and cranny. He had to keep moving, or else it could find him. Finally, he found his chance. The guards were all looking outside, and the spotlights were only focused on the corners. He bolted across the lawn, heading for the main door.

Suddenly a hand grabbed him by the sleeve, jerking him to a stop.

“Oi! You ain’t supposed tae be here!” the guard said.

“I’m not? That’s interesting. I was under the impression that Mr.Donalds requested my presence,” the man said.

“Oh…really?”

“I think so.”

“Oh. Well…a’right then.” The guard suddenly turned around. “Waait…Mr.Donalds never told me about any visitor!”

“So? Why would he tell a regular guard?”

“Ya got me there, ya do. But if he had wanted you here…then he would have told—”

The man sighed and jabbed the guard in the neck.