When the two men walked back into their circle in their temporary hideout close to the police post, one of them said,
“The coast is clear.”
“Then let us move!”
The voices were hushed and husky. There were three men waiting behind some seized and ghastly dented vehicles parked in the police post premises. They were all lying long on the damp sharp soil.
Their first move to cross the road to the station was thwarted when a fast moving car drove past and followed by two more vehicles in tow. Mortuary the leader quickly laid flat on his belly and his guys followed suit as the headlight flashed and brightened up the environs sporadically. They all ducked behind their hideout.
Uncountable night singing vermin were singing their mournful songs when Mortuary and his men crept into the premise
