Ethan and Jason moved silently between a stack of pallets and cement bags. The objective was clear: neutralize at least one guard and execute the excavator plan.
Ethan stopped behind a large container, peering around the corner where the silhouette of a guard was visible, distractedly smoking a cigarette. Ethan was already mapping out his move: The distance is about fifty feet. I need to close the distance through his blind spot. Too much debris. If I move fast, I can use the jab and crossover to disorient him and land the knockout...
While Ethan was calculating angles, Jason, the frail, anxious man from minutes ago, moved.
It wasn't a move. It was a blur.
