It's easy for his sharp sight to spot the small triggers planted indiscreetly underneath the dense brush. For any other clueless person wandering through these parts, the devices would look like nothing but silver balls imbedded in the dirt.

Remy is not clueless. He knows that the slightest vibration will hit the sensitive orbs and send a warning to the computers located in the building. And the last thing he wants to do is alert X-Factor of his presence.

He scans the canopy of trees and silently determines his best option. Climbing trunks and swinging on branches will be tiring and time-consuming, but it looks as if he has no other choice.

"I'll see you soon, chère."


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