While it was still the silent early morning in the United Kingdom, the Mansion at Umbrella's United States branch was in the small hours because of the time difference—and it was certainly not silent here.
At the Mansion's front entrance, the light of Charms and angry curses were exploding. Meanwhile, by the fountain on the other side, beneath a makeshift Invisibility Cloak made from Demiguise Hide, Ian suppressed the urge to throw off the cloak and join the fight, calmly waiting for their companions up ahead to make an even bigger commotion.
More of their companions roared and charged toward the research facility, drawing the attention of the armed forces. The research facility's open doors were like a savage mouth, and those armed forces were its teeth. As for these wizards, who had basically received no Combat Training and were relying on nothing but hot blood, there was no doubt they would be expertly subdued by the guards before long—they were no harder to deal with than the sneaky commercial Spies who tried to infiltrate.
"Ian, do it..." Graves was the first to lift the cloak. He released the white-haired wizard he was holding and ordered in an icy voice, "Mr. Ashford, open the door for us."
The wizard called Ashford had a sharply angular square face with an impressive hooked nose, and deep wrinkles between his brows from years of frowning. He wore black wizard robes edged in dark green, as neat and well fitted as his meticulously combed hair. From his features and attire, he was clearly a hardline wizard. Dropping abruptly to the ground, he staggered a few steps and caught himself on the edge of the pool. Once he had steadied himself, he adjusted the white rimless Glasses that had been knocked crooked when he was