[AP] Wherever you are, I won't stop searching
Two men clad in black stood before the great looming oak of the Vargas Mansion entrance, one checking his watch as the other pressed the doorbell in repeated succession. Every now and again one of them would glance up to the camera overhead, acknowledging whoever may be watching on the other side with a look of upmost impatience.
They had had no problem making it so through the impressive intertwining metal gates, across the lawn and up the paved drive without opposition. Without Lovino's controlling paranoia there was no one there to make the twice daily patrol around the grounds, locking up windows and setting alarms when the house wasn't in use and constantly checking for suspicious movement when it was.
The first man pressed the doorbell again, shifted uncomfortably in steel- capped boots and muttered something inaudible to his partner, who nodded and looked up to the camera.
"Antonio Fernandez Carriedo, Feliciano Vargas. Do not ignore us, we are not here to oppose you. Roma Vargas is simply concerned about the condition and whereabouts of his eldest grandson. Hand him over and no one will get hurt."
The first man sighed and turned to leave, evidently sick of waiting.
"He knows where to find us."