After taking down the two patrollers silently, the squad quickly set to work, searching the unconscious guards for any items that might be useful. Rolf, the burly melee fighter, patted down the pockets with a deft touch.
"Look what we've got here," Rolf said, pulling out a small bag of salt, a bottle of oil, and three plastic packets that seemed to contain drugs. "What's all this for?"
Elina, the group's support, examined the items closely. "Salt and oil could be useful for creating a distraction or slippery trap. As for these," she held up the packets, "they might be stimulants or something worse. Better keep them out of the wrong hands."
While they discussed, Markus, the leader, listened carefully for any signs of movement from the cellar below. "I can hear them," he whispered. "At least seven level 2 guards inside, and... there are kids, about 43 of them."
