Trucks had filed in the vast parkland of the Montarini Manor as if it was delivering a couple of things, when in fact it wasn't doing delivery of any sort. The trucks was there for one thing, it was meant to transport the La Agarta collection of Huzey. Several trucks had also filed up at the roadside leading to the loch cottage where half of Huzey's collection was placed.
Ziggy parked his motorbike and stormed his way into the Montarini Manor's entrance when he bumped into several men carrying in their arms together one of Huzey's statute.
"What do you think you are doing?" Ziggy confronted them right away.
The men was left astounded to Ziggy's sudden intrusion. "If I am not mistaken you are the Montreal Youngest Sire, aren't you?"
"It doesn't matter who I am," Ziggy replied in abrasive manner. He came in very mad that he was ready to choke whoever lay a hand on Huzey's collection.
