Chapter 107
The snow seemed to crunch louder under his boots that night as George tried to sneak into the container port as quietly as possible. He shot a glare at Ian who was making no attempt to land his feet softly despite repeated warnings.
"Can't we find another way? This feels too risky!" Owen spared no opportunity to voice his discomfort.
George rolled his eyes, wondering why he'd joined them in the first place. These dimwits were going to get him caught, no doubt.
"Relax! I've done this a million times before. We'll be in and out before you know it." Ian sang. Of the four, he was the only one who was walking through the dirt path like they were on their way to a picnic.