(Inside the main house Xavier still has Professor Williams and Bryon at gunpoint.)
Like Carey, Mark Summers thinks about blast at the Waters mansion a few days before on his ride home. "That's so... strange", he mutters to himself, as he races his motorbike up the winding hills...
As Mark continues weaving through the uphill roads, he drives past the Williams estate. Doing his "job", Mark takes a casual look over the grounds but his eyes linger when they catch something peculiar behind the black fence lining the property grounds: the family horse is tied up in an unusual place: in front of the house; not as usual in the back stables.
Professor Williams was usually very strict with where the horses where to stay...
Mark is never the nosy type in his work or otherwise, but he will be curious as to why something like this might be. The thought perhaps of there being something wrong crosses Marks mind as he slows down his white and silver motorbike.
Was someone staying at the estate? If so, why had no one told him? After all, we was the security grounds keeper for the whole of Foxport and yet he had heard of no news of any recent arrivals in town.
Mark reverses and swings up into the lane way. Just to be sure. Better to be safe than sorry. He rolls down the window and buzzes in...
As Mark continues weaving through the uphill roads, he drives past the Williams estate. Doing his "job", Mark takes a casual look over the grounds but his eyes linger when they catch something peculiar behind the black fence lining the property grounds: the family horse is tied up in an unusual place: in front of the house; not as usual in the back stables.
Professor Williams was usually very strict with where the horses where to stay...
Mark is never the nosy type in his work or otherwise, but he will be curious as to why something like this might be. The thought perhaps of there being something wrong crosses Marks mind as he slows down his white and silver motorbike.
Was someone staying at the estate? If so, why had no one told him? After all, we was the security grounds keeper for the whole of Foxport and yet he had heard of no news of any recent arrivals in town.
Mark reverses and swings up into the lane way. Just to be sure. Better to be safe than sorry. He rolls down the window and buzzes in...
