Grim moved silently through the garden, keeping to the shadows cast by the tall hedges. Luna remained on his back, but Echo was drawn and ready in his hand. Chen Xing followed behind him. His curved blade gleaming faintly in the dying light. Huangyan took the center path, seemingly unconcerned about stealth, her own sword still sheathed.
The eastern wall of the Ambrose estate was problematic. It was too close to a large tree whose branches provided an easy path over the twelve-foot stone barrier.
The intruders were moving like a well piled machine. They were in unison as the made theyre way to the manor. Professionals, not common thugs. Four figures dressed in dark clothing, their faces obscured by cloth masks that revealed only their eyes. They carried an assortment of weapons: short blades, a crossbow, and what appeared to be throwing knives.
"Assassins," Chen Xing whispered.
Grim nodded grimly.
