Blaise Taylor
The harsh Russian winds pushed my hair into my face, blinding me temporarily as I attempted to look up at the intimidating wall that towered me. I carefully tied my hair up into a a ponytail which slightly decreased my risk of falling off the wall to my death, when Aidan and I did begin our climb.
My palms sweat in anticipation, while my heart rate increased. The cold air caused my skin to prick up to attention and increase my awareness by throwing my from my thoughts.
The exact place we stood was precisely planned by Aidan and I. As when we staked out the area, we found that where we currently stood, was the one place along the wall that was shaded by large trees and was a disadvantageous spot to the guards, as it left them vulnerable to being shot from afar.
The trees
