Behind the bronze doors stood Rafael and his crew—the same people who had vanished without a trace since the treasure hunt began as if they had disappeared off the face of the earth.

All dozen or so guns were foreign-made weapons, and at least half the faces belonged to foreigners with prominent noses, deep-set eyes, and night vision goggles.

"Don't you dare move, Andrew, or these men will shoot!" Mosby stepped forward with a sinister grin, eyeing the Desert Eagle in Andrew's hand.

Andrew