"I didn't see it with my own eyes. I dare not make assumptions." Michael said, "But based on Momo's description, it should be pretty accurate. Everything will be clear once we get the video and photos from the probe car."
"Send me a copy of the photos when they're available," Hank Clegg nodded, "Also, while I'm gone, you need to act as your mom's strategist."
"I will, dad, you have nothing to worry about," Michael said confidently, "Who knows, maybe by the time you get back, we've already found the painting."
"I don't expect that," Hank Clegg was not overly optimistic and always realistic, "The enemy came prepared and must know everything about you and Momo. With us in the light and our enemy in the darkness, it's not easy to turn the game around fast. You all need to be prepared for a long-term stand-off."
Upon hearing Hank Clegg's words, Michael felt a sense of... embarrassment.
It seemed that their previous tricks were essentially confirmed by dad...
