Gustavo crouched in the dense foliage, his eyes narrowed as he surveyed Malachi Vex's sprawling mansion in the dark. Beside him, Mordred and the rest of their team waited in tense silence. They all were wearing large black trousers and brown armless shirts.
"Damn," Gustavo muttered, noticing about ten guards at the entrance, all dressed in black coats. "Security's tighter than a miser's purse."
Mordred shifted uneasily. "You think Malachi's onto us? We've been here all night and it's only hours from sunrise!!"
Gustavo nodded grimly. "Wouldn't put it past the old snake. But we're not backing down now."
"So what's the plan?" Ratface whispered, his fingers twitching nervously on his dagger.
Gustavo turned to face his assembled men. "Listen up," he said in a low, authoritative voice. "We strike tonight. Matilda's in there, and we're getting her out, come hell or high water."
