My plan was simple.
At least, simple in my head.
Take this stick I'd made, throw it far to the other side, and make sure the guards and cameras caught it.
The goal was to make it look like someone had just darted past, some shadowy figure breaking through their lines.
A distraction. Nothing more.
And I was confident it would work.
The guards outside weren't the top brass, not the real monsters. Those were inside, guarding the actual prize.
Still, I wasn't dumb enough to underestimate these guys.
Even the "regular" guards here could probably crush me without breaking a sweat if I got careless.
But they didn't need to know I was here.
They just needed to believe someone else was.
I took a breath, the stick firm in my hand, the fabric tied at the end fluttering faintly in the night breeze.
I adjusted my aim, picking a spot across the gate where I knew the guards' vision would track.
Then I threw.
The sharpened stick tore through the air, so fast it almost whistled.
