The guard change happened at exactly the same time every night. Third moon position, when the shadows stretched longest.
[Predictable idiots.]
Sirah crouched behind the supply tent, watching the sentries swap positions. The new ones always took a few minutes to settle, sharing gossip about who was fucking who before actually paying attention to their jobs.
"Ready?" she whispered.
Corvo nodded frantically. His whole body trembled like a leaf in a storm.
"If you throw up on me, I'm leaving you behind."
"I won't! I promise!"
[He's definitely going to throw up.]
The sentries laughed at something, backs turned. Now or never.
Sirah grabbed Corvo's arm and pulled him into the shadows. They moved between tents, following a path she'd walked a thousand times. Past the weapons cache, around the healing tent, through the narrow gap between the commander's quarters and the latrine pit.
Her phantom hand ached with each step.
"Blood Sister—"
"Shut up."
