Inside a car, there were five men and they were not talking at all. A handsome young man was engrossed in the screen, while to his right was a middle-aged man staring at the scenery outside the car window.

"Damien."

The call made the owner of the name turn his head and he frowned.

"Yes, Dad?" he asked, confused.

"Did our lure work to him?" The bass-voiced man did not answer his son's question but instead asked him back.

The young man named Damien paused for a moment, then nodded.

"From the looks of the spy at the airport, I am sure it worked, Dad. Fiona would not want her...