The small guard box beside the school gate was empty, and the gate was left ajar. Daemon kept sweeping the surroundings with his gaze, as he stepped through the gate.
5 seconds.
That was the time he spent from arriving to taking out the eyes left outside as a lookout, then checking the situation.
Calculations went through his mind, taking into account the map of the school and the position of the two men he had seen on the hacked surveillance footage on the computer in the black Chevrolet SUV.
And indeed, he had the map of the school of his son memorized. And he even did so months ago, well before he even set foot inside after coming back.
Leaving that aside, the intruders were making sure to go around any place where anyone might cross their path, choosing discretion over speed.
15 seconds.
