Chapter 52
As darkness fell across Wharf shed 17, Uri’s Cossack crew made their move. The scouts had been keeping a close eye on things, with the only significant action being the arrival of the troop commander Borys half an hour before.
The team was well trained, and everyone knew their role. The vanguard moved in as the first wave, silent in the night. The zing of a crossbow bolt traced its deadly path, landing with a satisfying thud in the chest of its unfortunate recipient. A throwing knife whizzed through the air, lodging in the throat of its unsuspecting target. Both men fell silently to the ground, well and truly dead.
With the outdoor sentries duly dispatched, the vanguard continued their advance. A frontal assault was too noisy, too obvious. Stealth was required for this phase
