The night fell a long time ago, the clock barely hit midnight.
Near the abandoned warehouses by the docks, there was a suspicious number of gunned men.
It was an awfully chilly night, the air was heavy with unseen tension.
Not far from the entrance to a particular, dimly lit warehouse, there was a tall stack of discarded crates.
A beautiful girl with smooth golden hair and ruby-red eyes kneeled behind the cover.
A young teenager with soft red hair and light-blue eyes crouched down beside her.
The boy's breathing was surprisingly steady.
The girl's eyes never left the warehouse's doors.
"Remember."
She whispered, her voice as harmonic and calming as gentle breeze.
"If we move too quickly or make a mistake, the children could be taken hostage, or worse. We won't let that happen, but we must stay sharp. Understand?"
The girl, Ellone, turned to the young Tarkel.
Her expression was firm with a sharp edge in her gaze.
Tarker nodded, determination etched into his eyes.
"I understand. I'll follow your lead."
Clear green eyes watched the two's exchange from behind.
A lady with a tight bun and light-looking glasses adjusted the straps on the bag by her side.
By day, she was the one to handle surgeries.
She had the precision and was a master in the modest operating room in the clinic.
But by night, this lady was as precise when it came to other fields.
She lightly touched the knife tugged in her leather bag.
"I'll handle the rear."
Her voice was low and emotionless, almost scarily so.
Her name was Serin, or Dr. Serin, if one wished to be specific.
A Sequence 8 Melee Scholar.
"If we encounter resistance, we neutralize it quietly. No alarms."
Ellone gave her a stern nod.
She then turned to the long-haired man at her side.
"Vincent, any updates on the guards' movements?"
The young man with long brown hair and brown eyes, Vincent, held up a hastily sketched map.
He was the clinic's pharmacist and an expert in both toxins and antidotes.
If a poisoning or poisonous bite was found on a patient, he was the one to call.
He was also a Sequence 9 Apothecary and a quite a good artist.
Although that was just his hobby.
He pointed to the strangely detailed roads on the map and the thick lines going through them.
"Two guards at the main entrance. One patrols the perimeter every fifteen minutes. We've got about six minutes until he circles back."
Ellone nodded, her tone assured.
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