The trio moved carefully.
After the retrieval of the first mask and after recovering from the shock, Aaron's jaw tightened. He signalled with a barely visible flick of his chin toward a narrow pathway where two more guards paced, they were after the masks, they needed two more.
Aaron struck first—an efficient, practised blow just like he did earlier. The second guard fell with a soft grunt. Layla moved in close and quickly removed the mask from the fallen man's face.
Adeline's fingers brushed the other guard's collarbone as she pinned him down, she would cover his mouth to prevent him from screaming, but he had no mouth. She pressed her knee into his neck to knock him unconscious.
Her reasoning was that if they did not have a mouth, they communicated through different means, and she did not know what those means were, better to knock them out before they had the chance.
"One more mask, let this guy be the decoy," Adeline told them.
