Brigham and his two companions seemed to have seen a ghost. They stared in disbelief as Waldo appeared on a distant rooftop.
They were well aware of how much explosive they had placed in the trap they had set, and these explosives were set to detonate in a very short amount of time, leaving no chance for an ordinary person to react, let alone escape.
Even if someone managed to react in time, there would be no way to get away from the scene. So, Waldo had only one fate awaiting him: to be blown to pieces, or at the very least, severely injured.
But how was it possible? How could he be unharmed? Were their eyes deceiving them? What on earth was going on? Was he even human? The three of them were frozen in place, their minds filled with questions. This was all too bizarre. There was no way Waldo could have escaped unscathed.
For some reason, at that moment, a chill began to creep up on them, starting from their feet and rising to their heads.
