Flap!
The tent flap was guarded by two soldiers, their silhouettes stark against the interior light. She needed a distraction, something to draw their attention away from the entrance.
A sudden movement caught her eye. A lone sentry, farther down the camp, was shifting his position. It was a fleeting opportunity, but it might be her only chance. With a silent prayer, Althea slipped into the shadows, her body taut with anticipation.
A direct assault was suicide. She needed to be swift, silent, and elusive. Althea's gaze flickered to the lone sentry once more. He was oblivious, his attention focused on the distant horizon. With a deep breath, she crept towards him, her movements as fluid as water.
