Sneaking from behind the fence, Arslan and Ryder stood by the gate, observing the two guards. The guards, disciplined and vigilant, stood motionless, a testament to their commitment to duty.
"We'll go through the back door. Follow me," Arslan whispered, and they leaped over the fence, disappearing into the shadows and behind the bushes. As they crept towards the back door, the tension was palpable.
"There are guards there too," Ryder cautioned, his voice barely a whisper.
Arslan, ever the strategist, handed him his gun. "Don't worry. I'll distract them. When you see an opening, come from behind and hold them up."
Ryder nodded, drawing his own weapon and moving towards the far side of the back yard.
When Ryder was in position, Arslan began his distraction. He tossed pebbles near the guards, their sharp impact startling them.
"What was that?" one guard asked, his voice filled with uncertainty. The other guard shrugged, equally perplexed.
