Chapter 503

The plane descended over the isolated island when Vivian Laurent first noticed the barbed wire perimeter.

Lucas Lefèvre lowered his voice. "This place is even more heavily guarded than intel suggested."

Vivian narrowed her eyes, studying the offshore prison through the window. Cold moonlight reflected off the surrounding waters as searchlights swept across the high walls.

"Split up," she said tersely.

The dock security was suffocating. Every visitor underwent three layers of inspection, down to their fingernails.

Lucas observed from behind the rocks. "They rotate guards every thirty seconds."

Vivian tracked the patrol boats' patterns. "Frontal assault is impossible."

"Should we just blow up the whole island?" Lucas joked darkly.

She shot him a glare. "I need him alive."

Her gaze locked onto a supply boat crewman. The man had Lucas's build and was alone in the warehouse.

"Opportunity knocks." Vivian moved like a shadow.

Three minutes later, the unconscious crewman was hidden in a sea cave. Lucas quickly changed into the stolen uniform.

"Twenty-four hours max." Vivian adjusted his collar.

Lucas nodded and blended into the delivery team.

The waiting stretched endlessly. Vivian studied tide charts when she spotted an eastern blind spot.

"Only five feet deep at high tide..." she murmured.

At dusk the next day, Lucas returned pale-faced. "It's hell inside. Those prisoners...barely human anymore."

Vivian forced calm. "The map?"

His shaking hands sketched the prison layout. "Zero's in this block. Four armed guards rotating shifts."

"The waterway." Vivian pointed to a drainage outlet. "Leads directly beneath the cells."

Lucas inhaled sharply. "That's the sewage tank!"

"Better than bullet holes." She shredded the blueprint. "We move tonight."

The sea wind turned biting. Searchlights prowled the darkness like predator's eyes.