We wade through the foliage of the forest, rustling bushes as we move, causing the undergrowth beneath our feet to crackle. Proficiently using the cover of night like a shroud to keep us all hidden. Between the glimpses of bark and branches I can see the black bars of steel. No one is posted outside the gate like before but shifting silhouettes move along the interior.
Everything bathed in shadows.
We are at the treeline right before the side grating, several meters from the main gate. We all hunker down, gathering together. Vince and Solaris are draped with hooded capes, both of them fully drawn. Kelan has on his cloak over his uniform, his face cast in darkness. Treyton and I have scarves knotted around our heads. Every wisp of hair tied tightly to fit in the shrouds that wrap over our nose and mouth, only exposing our eyes.
"Once we manage to get over the gate, how will we transport the stolen goods?" Solaris queries.
