At a safe house miles away, Beta Gilbert paced restlessly.
"Sandro, where are you and your men? I’m already at the safe house," he said into the phone.
"We’re almost there, boss. Less than five minutes," Sandro replied.
True to his word, Sandro soon arrived with a group of men. "Sorry for the delay. We had to prepare everything."
"No problem. Let’s get to work," Beta Gilbert said as he moved to a large table.
Sandro spread out a large map. "This is the intel location. It’s how we’ll track the Shadows and their hideout."
He pointed at different areas. "West and north sides are heavily guarded. The south side is least protected."
"And the attack plan?" Gilbert asked.
"We have fifty men. Ten will go to the guarded zones to create a distraction and pretend to retreat. The remaining thirty will attack through the south."
Gilbert nodded. "Smart. What’s the expected success rate? Can we minimize casualties?"
"We’ve prepared fallback strategies," Sandro assured. "If it goes wrong, we’ll pull back quickly. But we’re estimating a ninety percent success rate."
Gilbert smiled with satisfaction as they began unpacking gear and finalizing preparations for the attack ahead...