(Third Person POV)
The bandits started to form two groups right after. They waited out until the designated time of the change of shifts had come. Like the informant said, at eight o'clock sharp the two men guarding the entrance left their posts.
"Such diligent b*astards." The boss swore with a low voice.
But after the two mercenary guards left, no one came to change their guard post. What the informant had said was only one had a stomachache, so there should be one other to replace the guard post.
"This is odd." The boss said with the feeling of uneasiness.
"What are we waiting for boss?" One of bandits asked.
"Yeah, it looks like the other one is not coming." Another one of the bandits said.
The boss still had second thoughts. He noticed something out of the ordinary and had an itchy feeling about it.
"This is our chance boss." One of the bandits whispered to him. "Like you said, lady luck is on our side tonight."
