"Wait… What is Faulkner preparing to do?"
Before they could continue, one could see through the big screen that Faulkner seemed to have said something to the tax bureau people and then walked out of the surveillance monitor's range.
Just then, suddenly, a phone under the surveillance screen rang.
The young man first glanced at everyone, then picked up the phone and put it to his ear, "Hello?"
"Roger, it's Faulkner, you must have seen the situation on the monitor, the tax bureau people are here, and I can't hold them off."
Upon hearing this, the man known as Roger became anxious and immediately responded, "What's going on, Faulkner, have they discovered we're here?"
"The tax bureau folks even threaten to bring an excavator over, and dig three feet into the ground to find you all, they must be sure that you're here."
"Then… what do we do?"
