Everett James Mason could not resist a smirk creeping across his handsome features as he slung the unconscious girl's body over his shoulders. He had knocked her out by injecting a powerful sedative into her body, and it would take her at least a day or two for her to awaken. Which was more than enough time for him to get away with her in tow. The security of the place had been pathetic, in his opinion. No challenge at all. But then again, the dark crimson-haired male mused to himself as he reached his dubbed checkpoint, he had studied the layout of the place for quite some time, and had even managed to see the blueprints and everything - even almost religiously the history of the place in case he missed anything. Not surprising, as he had plotted this for years. Casting a glance at the sleeping heiress, topaz eyes glinted with amusement as the male's smirk widened. And so the dice was cast.