Ezra and Olivia moved swiftly through the shadows, taking advantage of the chaos created by the stampede to infiltrate the Blackthorne mansion from the rear.
Just as planned.
The cacophony of the stampede had drawn the guards away from their posts, leaving the back entrance less guarded and providing the perfect opportunity for their covert entry.
The two of them navigated the mansion's perimeter with practiced ease, their senses heightened and their movements silent.
The stampede had thrown the security into disarray, and the floodlights were swinging erratically, casting long, shifting shadows across the grounds.
Ezra glanced at Olivia, who nodded in silent understanding.
They approached a service entrance, one that had been identified during their reconnaissance.
It was typically used by staff and was less fortified than the main gates.
"Electronic lock and manual lock." Ezra hissed.
