DEREK
I crept closer and closer to my target while counting quietly under my breath. He was a lone sentry, standing watch while most of his comrades slept. There were two other sentries within sight of him, but that wasn't going to help him.
"3...2...1...0..."
I leaped out of the bushes, quickly closing the distance to the guard. He noticed me and tried to raise his sword to defend himself, but didn't have time.
"Atta-gurgle."
Before he could finish calling out the alarm, my knife was already buried in his throat. Similar scenes were being played out all around the perimeter of the camp. I pulled out my knife, lit my torch, threw it at the nearest tent, and then ran.
