The night provided a good cover for the Ruthenian soldiers walking down the dark alley. Equipped with the latest weapons and gadgets, they made them look terrifyingly professional.
Rolan was on the lead, while the rest kept their heads on the swivel, covering every blind spot.
They went on walking for about five minutes until Rolan raised a fist, signaling them to stop.
Rolan crouched slowly so as to not make any sound. He scanned the scenery before him. A convoy of military vehicles was driving down the main street in front of the Cathedral, possibly enforcing martial law in the country.
Rolan let it pass before shifting his gaze to the guards standing on either side of the church's main entrance.
He waved his hand in a beckoning call, prompting Donovan to come forward.
"What is it, sir?" Donovan whispered.
"You see those two guards there, by the gates?" Rolan asked, pointing his finger.