Under the soft light of the full moon, the mansion's gardens spread out before Carlton and his men, bathed in its silvery glow. Tall grass structures towered around them, casting long shadows that swayed from side to side in the night breeze. In the distance, the city skyline shimmered under the moon's luminous gaze.
Carlton's gaze fixated on the massive box truck stationed at the edge of the garden, guarded by men dressed in black suits. This truck held the artifact they had been tasked to acquire, and Carlton knew that their success depended on swift and decisive action.
He turned to his men, his voice low but firm, as he outlined their plan. "Hay, Johnson," he gestured to one of his men, "Get close enough and put those guys to sleep."
Johnson nodded, understanding his role. "Got it, boss," he replied.
