The wheels of a black Maybach rolled quietly through the city in the early morning light, behind it was a black van following closely.
John had left the mansion before sunrise, carrying out his master's orders, to return the guests to their families. They were lucky. Very lucky. Lucien Voss had shown mercy by letting them live.
The convoy stopped in front of the first mansion. John gave a short honk and the gates opened almost immediately.
He was carrying the children of known figures like nothing in the van, all because of Lucien Voss. No one dared challenge his master.
John drove inside the large yard and parked the Maybach at the entrance of a beautiful mansion, before stepping out. The black van pulled in behind him. John walked toward it and opened the back doors.
A middle-aged couple stepped out of the house, already dressed as if they had been waiting for his arrival.
"Your son troubled my master," John said to the couple. "He did some really bad things." He added.
